january love

Ten

Turn on the light to illuminate the dark living room, because Ye Qing doesn't like other people walking around the house, so only part-time workers are responsible for cooking and cleaning, naturally no one is home at this hour.

Ye Qing has never restrained himself in certain aspects, and this time is no exception.

Throwing Duanmulian, who was unconscious but fluttering in his arms, onto the soft big bed, watching his tear-stained face rub against his quilt, he called his name softly, "Ye Qing... "

"Tsk."

The wall built by reason suddenly collapsed. Ye Qing has seen countless charming/charismatic/sultry men and women, no matter how they scratched/moved/postured, it seemed that they could not compare to Duanmulian's unconscious murmur, these two words are like Like a sword covered in lacquer, it pierced into the heart, not only cutting him open but also corroding his internal organs.

Ye Qing has never been so eager to possess/have someone, Ye Qing took off his coat and kissed Duanmulian's slightly parted lips, frantically sucking up the saliva that smelled of wine, holding his restless head to get himself drunk generally.

The dim bedside lamp dyed the air with an ambiguous color, and under Ye Qing's shadow, the thin body was forced to open its mouth to accept the raging greed, and the feeble hands tried to push away the broad chest but in vain.

The hangover and indulgence caused Duanmulian to wake up the next day with a splitting headache. He heard the sound of keyboards in his ears, and wanted to sit up, but found that his whole body was in pain. After experiencing this feeling once, he knew it would happen again. What.

When Ye Qing saw Duan Mulian woke up, he turned his head and touched his face, teasing him in a good mood, "You sounded nice yesterday, huh?"

"What!... Uh..." Duanmulian blushed and wanted to get up, but was beaten back into bed by the soreness, "Mr. Ye...no...it's not what you think, um, I..."

"What? You're calling my name while holding my waist, and now you're full and say it's not what I thought?" Ye Qing suddenly wanted to tease him in a good mood.

"It's nothing..." Duanmu Lian shyly pulled the quilt over his head, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry for my gaffe last night, Mr. Ye... Please act as if nothing happened."

He couldn't restrain his frantic heartbeat, hugged a ball of quilt and opened his eyes wide, unable to digest Ye Qing's words just now, he actually did such a shameless thing...

Duanmulian was extremely annoyed that he hanged himself twice from the same tree. Even if he was drunk, he didn't think he would be so slutty, not to mention the fact that his partner was Ye Qing, and he was said so harshly afterwards... The slap on the face was painful and hot.

He was so ashamed and indignant that he didn't want to pay attention to the culprit at all.

Ye Qing patted his head under the quilt, thinking that this guy is still as thin-skinned as ever, "I'll ask someone to bring some food later, you can go back in the afternoon."

"..."

"How is the body, let me see."

"..."

"Does it still hurt?"

Duan Mulian blushed instantly, feeling that he had nowhere to hide in front of Ye Qing like a trapped beast, "No...it hurts..."

"Does it hurt or doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." Duanmulian bit his lower lip in panic, afraid that this person would do something again.

"I've done everything, so what are you afraid of?"

Ye Qing went out and took an egg custard and a box of anti-inflammatory medicine, supported Duanmulian to sit up reluctantly.

Duanmulian blinked and looked at this powerful man in disbelief... He blew a spoonful of custard and put it in his mouth. Seeing that he didn't respond, he urged impatiently, "Hurry up, take medicine after eating."

"I'll do it myself..." Duanmu Lenovo reached out to take the spoon but Ye Qing dodged it.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

It was the first time for Duanmulian to be taken care of so carefully, and Duanmulian felt that some unknown subtle emotions were mixed in his panic and uneasiness, which made him find no reason to resist. The bright sunflower for Ye Qing was hung on the wall, and the room with high-end gray tone seemed to be brought alive.

Somehow, the awkwardness towards Ye Qing calmed down a lot, the little assistant was flattered by the sudden attention from the big boss, and felt an indescribable sense of happiness.

After eating and taking the medicine, the weakness in the waist has eased a bit, but it is still sore. Duanmu thinks that the company still has a lot of work to do, just when he was about to tell Ye Qing to go back, he saw the man He took out his computer from his briefcase and handed it over.

"Knowing that Mr. Duanmu has a lot of things to do, I will take a rest here and send you back later."

"...Thank you, Mr. Ye." Sure enough, no matter where this person is, he can easily guess his thoughts. He is obviously not a few years older than him, but he sits in such a high position, which makes him a little envious, but more Still admire.