818 The Uncle Feng Who Fell on My Balcony

"Are you OK?"

Any sound that reached Xiao He's ears sounded vague. He knew he was drunk and couldn't stand still. He stretched out his hand towards the washbasin next to the white porcelain, trying to grab its edge, but his body moved uncontrollably. Take a few steps back.

The person behind him firmly supported Xiao He, and even hugged him directly in his arms.

"Junior Brother Xiao..."

Xiao He raised his head expressionlessly, and the swaying shadow in front of him finally stopped, allowing his gaze to be fixed on the opponent's face.

Song Cheng was looking down at him with a frown, a pair of red phoenix eyes hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, sharp and beautiful: "Junior Brother Xiao? Are you okay?"

With a cold face, Xiao He tried his best to break free from Song Cheng's hand, and grabbed the sink wobbly. He turned on the faucet before responding to Song Cheng: "It's okay, thank you Brother Song."

"I saw that you haven't come back for a long time, and I was a little worried, so I followed up and took a look."

Song Cheng said while looking at Xiao He's hands that were rubbing each other, seeing that he didn't aim at the water at all, he smiled helplessly.Song Cheng walked over and held Xiao He's wrist to help him send him under the water, then let go.

"Junior brother, you drank too much..."

Xiao He suddenly felt that Song Cheng's voice was very close to him, as if it was right next to his ear, and the warm breath of the other party hit his earlobe, Xiao He's body trembled, and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

He suddenly moved two steps to the side, and when he turned his head, his lips accidentally brushed against Song Cheng's cheek, and the latter hurriedly supported him to prevent him from slipping and falling to the ground.However, the posture of the two of them became more ambiguous in this way, Xiao He was almost half lying in Song Cheng's arms, Song Cheng looked down at him, breathing on Xiao He's face.

He didn't seem to notice the awkward distance between the two sides at all, and they were getting closer and closer.

At this moment, Xiao He finally realized that something was wrong. He just didn't doubt the orientation of the seniors before, and he didn't think that same-sex love was common all over the street. Now that Song Cheng made it clear to this extent, no matter how drunk Xiao He was, He also had feelings—alcohol paralyzed his mind, but didn't completely take away his IQ.

Xiao He stood up almost as hard as he could, and then pushed Song Cheng away: "Thank you Brother Song, I'm really fine, I can..."

Song Cheng suddenly hugged Xiao He tightly, he finally stopped being impatient and pretended to be graceful, he tightened his arms suddenly, put his arms around Xiao He and pushed him against the tiled wall, his palm pressed against Xiao He's body, From the back to his waist, he was so excited that his breathing became heavy: "Junior Brother, I know you are the same kind of person as I am. To be honest, I like you very much at first sight..."

Song Cheng just happened to look into Xiao He's eyes when he was holding him in his arms. When Xiao He was awake, his pupils were pitch black and had no light, but when he was drunk, he looked a bit blurred.Song Cheng believed in his own eyesight. When he was in the car, he noticed that this junior was dressed like a student, and his temperament was indeed very simple. He was the type he liked. When drinking, Song Cheng focused more on Xiao He body, looked at him from head to toe several times—it was really his fault.

Xiao He is not too tall and thin, but his body proportions are great. When he washes his hands, he bends slightly. From the back, he has broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a slender and soft neck, which is very attractive.Song Cheng is an old hand, men don't have so many things to do, and there are few like-minded people who have special hobbies. They usually understand each other's meaning with just one look, and they are very happy to say anything, but this junior brother clearly understands it and pretends I didn't see it, and while Song Cheng was annoyed, he was tickled in his heart.

"Let go!" Xiao He pushed Song Cheng's chest hard, he was very dizzy, he was hugged tightly again after pushing.

"Junior brother, I heard what Changfeng said in the car. Your girlfriend is not here... Frustrated in love? Or quarreled? Junior brother Xiao, try me once and you will understand that women are not suitable for you..."

Song Cheng has a strange hobby, especially those who have a romantic partner, and sometimes force the other party to call his ex-girlfriend/boyfriend in bed, which is just fun in Song Cheng's view.

He became interested at this time, and after being resisted by Xiao He, the fire in his heart shot up, he hugged his waist tightly, touched his back with one hand, touched his buttocks, and squeezed a few times.Xiao He was embarrassed to yell out, and started beating Song Cheng if he couldn't push him.But Xiao He didn't have much strength in the first place, and after drinking, he was almost as strong as a girl, and he couldn't push it away. After hiding a few times, he didn't dodge, but Song Cheng kissed him on the neck.Xiao He suddenly became furious with nausea, and kicked his calf.

Song Cheng was in pain, and the restraint on Xiao He loosened a bit. Xiao He took the opportunity to forcefully push Song Cheng away, and rubbed hard on the place where he was kissed twice.He ignored Song Cheng, opened the bathroom door, turned and left.

"Junior Brother Xiao!"

Xiao He turned his head and glanced at Song Cheng indifferently: "Brother Song is wrong, I am not the same kind of person as you."

Although Xiao He didn't scold anyone, the contempt in his eyes almost overflowed when he looked at him. Song Cheng was so stimulated by his glance and the sentence "not the same kind of person" that his whole body became stiff, and Xiao He didn't even bother to scold him. Song Cheng felt humiliated, or a person of Song Cheng's level could actually understand what Xiao He scolded him - you are a beast, I am not.

Xiao He didn't go back to the bar, he stumbled all the way to find his car, got into the car and locked the door, then just nestled in the driver's seat and didn't move.Xiao He was very drunk, and the enclosed space made him feel safe.

Xiao He groped his chest for a long time, and finally touched the feather hanging around his neck. It turned out that the feather fell behind because of his supine posture.He held the feather and let out a deep breath, and finally felt more at ease, his head was groggy, Xiao He simply closed his eyes - he always felt that if he fell asleep now, he could have a good dream.