man in suit

His fingers trembled inadvertently. He Hongxue closed his eyes forcefully and took a deep breath. The sea breeze was very cool, which could wake him up a little.

When the drunk Mingchen said aggrievedly about those "punishments" involving physical contact, the corresponding images and sounds began to replay in his mind and ears. This was not a good sign, especially when He Hongxue When I found that he was actually slightly excited.

"Mingchen?"

The man on the opposite side seemed to be asleep while lying on the table. The whole bottle of white wine was drunk, and the sky darkened rapidly. A few stars hung in the sky, and the sea at night was more It's dark and not mysteriously romantic.

"Hmm..." The man lying on the table responded dully.

Standing up and walking to the drunken man, He Hongxue gently held Ming Chen's shoulder and shook, trying to make her voice softer: "Ming Chen, you're drunk, we go in first, it's windy outside. "

"Go back...Okay." Talking in a daze, Mingchen slowly and laboriously supported his body like a robot whose battery was about to run out, and then staggered to the side in the next second.

Steadily catching the man who almost fell onto the railing and fell into the sea, He Hongxue heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Ming Chen who couldn't open his eyes at all, he simply picked him up and carried him into the cabin.

Lying on the comfortable and spacious sofa and unwilling to get up, Ming Chen seemed to be sleeping soundly, quietly and securely, wrapped in the blanket that He Hongxue draped over his body.

"Mingchen?" Sitting at the side, He Hongxue looked down at the man who was already asleep, and tried to call out the man's name softly.

As expected, no response.

The back of his hand touched Tan Mingchen's slightly hot cheek skin due to drunkenness. At that moment, the smoothness seemed to melt a piece of fruit candy in his mouth.

This fruit candy probably still contains alcohol.

There was a sudden movement as if in a nightmare, and intermittent uncomfortable moans overflowed from Mingchen's mouth, his brows were also tightly frowned, and his soft voice was as fragile as fragile glass: "I want to drink water……"

"Wait."

He Hongxue quickly brought Ming Chen a glass of water. The man who was still lying on the sofa just now was already leaning against the corner of the sofa. He walked over and sat on the side and handed the water glass to Ming Chen's mouth, watching him crumbling. He just stretched out his hand and gently put his arms around Ming Chen's shoulders to control the softened body of the other party.

Ming Chen drank half a cup in small sips, seemed to be awake, and said thank you.

"Sure enough, I drank too much. What's the matter? What's wrong with your body?" He Hongxue turned sideways and put the remaining half glass of water aside, his waist suddenly tightened, and when he was slightly stunned, he turned around and saw Ming Chen leaning on his back. He wrapped his shoulders around his waist, gently rubbing against his shoulders like a coquettish big cat.

Like a fire burning on the shoulders, the heat slowly spread from the shoulders to the body.

Was it really drunk, or was it on purpose?

He Hongxue kept his voice cold on purpose: "Mingchen, what are you doing?"

Every word is like ice scum, which can make people shiver with cold.

"Wenxuan..." It wasn't affected at all, Mingchen still hugged He Hongxue, but what came out of his mouth was another person's name.

Mistaking him for He Wenxuan?

Just leaning in his arms, holding him tightly, so close that you can smell the faint scent of the sea and white rose perfume on Ming Chen's body, and every breath brings a slight body friction.

He Hongxue closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to cool down his inexplicably elevated body temperature, but the full breath was full of Mingchen's breath, with a faint scent of perfume and a faint scent of white wine. There is also the unique cold fragrance of Ming Chen.

The mind is calm and rational, but the heartbeat and body temperature do not obey his orders, like a wild horse running wild on the grassland.

Just crazy.

He Hongxue, who was aware of his strange changes, only felt that a thunderbolt had struck him in the head, and told himself repeatedly that Ming Chen was just a substitute, a man who was slightly similar in appearance to Tyrell, but at this moment he was speeding up. His heartbeat, turbid breathing, and body temperature that was about to burn him to ashes were almost exactly the same as when he secretly watched Tyrell that year.

It was like going back to the day of his father's funeral, the day he'd hidden in the palace and noticed Tyrael.

A clear and definite racing heartbeat.

Impossible, this is impossible.

He Hongxue stared at the man in his arms who seemed to be asleep again. Mingchen was Mingchen. Whether it was blood tests or other physical examinations, it showed that Mingchen was just Mingchen, not anyone else, let alone Terry. you.

But why...

Tightly closing his eyes, He Hongxue grabbed his uncontrollably fast beating heart with all his might, as if that heart was about to rush out of his chest and explode into a colorful firework in mid-air.

Opening his eyes again, He Hongxue held Ming Chen's shoulder solemnly, pulled him out of his arms, and gently placed him on the sofa.

The man who had suddenly lost his warmth and reliance frowned uncomfortably, and groped for a corner of He Hongxue's clothes, as if this could make him feel at ease.

An insecure man.

Unable to bear the urge to hold Mingchen in his arms to comfort him, He Hongxue's head began to become more and more confused, and an extremely terrifying thought flooded into his mind, whether he still loves the elusive Tyrell, or did he unknowingly have feelings for Ming Chen that he shouldn't have?

He has always been very clear that his selfishness was mixed with his deliberate use and indifference to Mingchen in the past. He didn't want to have feelings for Mingchen, and he didn't even look at that man when Mingchen was critically ill.

If Ming Chen died, he would probably only breathe a sigh of relief with a little regret.

Tyrell, who left a deep impression on him in his memory, was the man He Hongxue had always longed to get close to and even possess. He was as tall as an archangel, beautiful and majestic.

He didn't want his feelings for Tyrell, who didn't know his identity at the time, to be polluted in the slightest, so that he deliberately hurt Mingchen.

Although it was unfair to Mingchen, He Hongxue never had to think about the idea of ​​a pet, and this world was inherently unfair.

But what is it now?

He had a heart-wrenching feeling for Ming Chen, which was so obvious that it was hard to ignore.

He Hongxue knew that he didn't have no feelings for Ming Chen, otherwise he would not deliberately alienate or even indifference and hurt, but compared with the deep feelings for Tyrell in his heart, it was still a world of difference.

Since when did this feeling become stronger and stronger, until today it erupted suddenly and could no longer be concealed.

While suddenly realizing, it was even more frantic struggle.

He Hongxue looked down at the man who was sleeping peacefully while holding the corner of his clothes. The so-called temptation got an answer that he didn't even think of.

what did you do to me?Ming dust.

"he's drunk."

When I got home, the living room light was on, and He Hongxue was holding Ming Chen who was wrapped in a blanket in his arms, who was completely asleep. He Wenxuan, who had already known through the phone that Ming Chen was drunk, immediately stood up and strode over. It landed on Mingchen's body, while reaching out to hug him from He Hongxue's arms.

"I'll take him upstairs to rest first." He Wenxuan didn't look up at He Hongxue until he hugged him firmly.

He Hongxue nodded. After the weight and temperature in his arms suddenly disappeared, he felt inexplicably depressed. This was a very bad signal.

Restraining herself to take back the back that had been staring at He Wenxuan leaving with Mingchen in his arms, He Hongxue took a deep breath, returned to her room and quickly took off her clothes. The autumn sea was cool at night, However, He Hongxue only felt that he was about to be melted by a flame in his heart.

When the cold water poured down from his head, his heart finally calmed down slowly.

"This is impossible……"

"damn it!"

The torrent of emotion has just calmed down, and the scene on the luxury yacht began to uncontrollably recall in his mind, the man sitting opposite him immersed in the golden sunset was as beautiful as an oil painting, quiet and elegant, those subtle little movements , the look of looking up for a moment, and the tails of the eyes that look particularly down when lowering the head.

He was like a broken machine, unable to control the rush of emotion that suddenly opened the brakes.

The so-called temptation is to approach on purpose, approach and try to understand that man, keep talking, keep getting along, all the attention is given to the man named Ming Chen.

Layers of cellophane that had been deliberately separated before were torn apart, and they became more and more understood and clearer. When the last layer was torn off, they finally touched some real Mingchen.

And, the real self.