Today's Shura field is also very lively

In the middle of the night, the deafening music in the city's famous bars rang in my ears, and the crowd on the dance floor bonded ambiguously together.

Messy wine bottles were scattered on the table of the deck, and several drunken second-generation ancestors laughed wantonly, and the dim light was full of luxury and extravagance.

Qin Heng was leaning casually on the sofa in the booth with a cigarette in his mouth, his long legs were resting on the table, his head was propped up with one hand, and there were a few strands of messy hair on his forehead.

Amidst the smog, Qin Heng's peach eyes were half closed, the cigarette was held between his finger bones, and the scarlet cigarette butts were flickering.There was alienation, indifference and loneliness in the half-closed eyes, like the mist under the long day.

Beside him there is a very well-behaved boy with fair skin and big eyes, and a soft voice. He is holding a glass of wine and courting him to Tiantian: "Young Master Qin."

Qin Heng raised his eyelids in the smoke, and glanced casually at the boy, obediently, like a little white rabbit.

It's the type he used to like.

He casually let out a puff of smoke, narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy in a lack of interest, without any expression on his face, he just said flatly: "I don't need anyone here."

The boy's smile froze, as if a little unwilling, but he still nodded obediently with a sweet smile, and went to the other second generation ancestors to tease and laugh.

Qin Heng flicked the cigarette ash, watched the well-behaved boy go to the other side to serve other people, half-closed his eyes, thinking about the emotion in the boy's eyes just now.

It is the thirst and desire for power, fiery and greedy.

It's really annoying.

He thought indifferently.

Qin Heng closed his eyes, pinched his cigarette, and leaned on the sofa in the booth.

Alcohol was burning the nerves, and the deafening sound in the ears made people dizzy. Qin Heng opened his eyes, watching this extravagant and frenzied luxury with indifferent eyes.

The second-generation ancestors around him kept coming over to persuade them to drink, he leaned on the sofa loosely, and did not refuse, gulping down his throat one cup at a time, until everyone around him lay drunk on the sofa.

He was the only one who looked normal, but his mind was starting to get dizzy.

Qin Heng's mobile phone was placed on the table, and the news did not stop all night. Messages kept popping up on the screen, and they were all sent to him by different people.

He propped his head on one hand, picked up the phone in a drowsy state, slid the screen away, glimpsed the words "think" and "long time" in a daze, and casually sent a message to one of them.

After sending the message, he put the phone aside and continued to drink with his eyes closed until it was nearly dawn before it finally ended.

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It was past ten o'clock in the morning, and the thick curtains in the room blocked the harsh sunlight outside the window. In the dimly lit room, there was only the slight sound of the air conditioner operating.

Qin Heng on the big bed woke up from the drowsiness of hangover. In the drowsiness, he heard some slight movement outside the room. It seemed that someone had pushed open the door of his room and walked to his bed.

In the dim room, Qin Heng closed his eyes, thinking it was the little lover he found last night, he managed to open a slit of his eyes, and saw a vague figure in front of a bed.

He stretched out his arms lazily, facing the figure and suddenly pulled the person down onto the bed, turned over, and pressed the person under him.

He hoarsely said with a joke: "Why are you here so late?"

Qin Heng didn't wait for the person under him to say anything, but half-closed his peach blossom eyes, frivolously and ambiguously, and said in a low hoarse voice: "You should be punished."

The man was naked from the upper body, with smooth shoulder blades, like a lazy cheetah. He grabbed the tie that was casually thrown on the bedside last night with one hand, raised the hands of the boy under him to the top of his hair, and tied the boy's hands.

He leaned down, half-closed his eyes and didn't finish opening them, and smelled a clean smell from the neck of the person below him.

It smells like a light coconut smell.

Qin Heng thought lazily, the person he picked this time is not bad.

Unexpectedly, the person under him said hesitantly, "Senior Qin?"

Qin Heng was taken aback when he heard the voice. He opened his eyes and looked at the boy who was under his body with his hands tied.

The boy's soft black hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and a pair of clear eyes stared at him with astonishment. His two wrists were firmly trapped by the black tie, and he forcibly raised them above his head.

When he was pressed under him, the boy seemed to feel extremely embarrassed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, the end of his eyes was moist red, and the trapped fingertips couldn't stop trembling.

Qin Heng woke up suddenly, subconsciously let go of the hand of the person under him and said in a hoarse voice, "Chen Qi?"

Chen Qi pursed his lips, raised his head and whispered, "It's me, senior."

In the dim room, Qin Heng's throat rolled a few times, the tip of his nose was the clean and pleasant smell of the young man under him, and he could see the porcelain-like neck of the young man when he lowered his eyes.

It is very suitable for licking and sucking ambiguously on it.

The boy may be trembling, his back buckled, his black hair wet, his cheeks flushed, begging him not to continue.

But at this moment, the boy with his hands tied above his head looked like some kind of small animal that didn't know the danger, looking at him with his head tilted and his eyes open in astonishment.

Qin Heng stood up suddenly, knelt on the ground on one knee, and untied the tie for the young man with lowered eyes.

He watched the young man get up, seemed a little embarrassed, and said cautiously: "Senior, did you recognize the wrong person just now?"

Qin Heng grabbed a piece of clothing, put it on with his eyes downcast, and smiled after a long while: "Well, I admitted it was wrong."

Looking at the young man in front of him, he seemed to subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from the embarrassing atmosphere just now, and smiled at him: "I just saw your message this morning. I'm afraid you have something to do. I just rushed over."

Qin Heng was a little stunned. He picked up the mobile phone on the table and was dumbfounded when he saw it. It was indeed that he sent a message to Chen Qi by mistake last night in a coma.

He thought it was sent to his former lover, so he sent two simple words: "Come here."

Chen Qi probably thought he had something to do, so he came here in the morning.

Qin Heng said hoarsely, "How did you find this place?"

Chen Qi got up, turned his wrist, and said embarrassedly: "I was afraid you had something urgent, so I asked President Qin this morning, and it was President Qin who told me your address."

After all, he touched his nose and said, "Boss Qin told me that your key is placed under the carpet, which is very easy to find."

Qin Heng: ...

He coughed, buttoned up his shirt, and said in a hoarse voice, "I was drunk last night and sent the wrong message."

Chen Xi helped him turn on the light in the room, stood at the door and smiled at him, "President Qin said this morning that if you are drunk, let me watch you for a while."

Qin Heng opened the bed curtain, and the dazzling sunlight came in. He subconsciously squinted his eyes and turned to look at the young man standing at the door.

With a smile in his eyes, the young man said to him, "I made hangover soup and porridge. If the senior is hungry, go out and have breakfast."

Qin Heng also laughed when he heard the words, and said in a low voice with a hoarse voice, "I haven't had hangover soup after drinking for 800 years."

This kind of role of being coddled after drinking is usually played by him, Qin Heng, who takes care of all kinds of unreasonable little lovers.

He still seemed to wake up for the first time being cared for by someone who wasn't his little lover.

His brother also dared to let Chen Xi, a little cabbage, into his door, and he was not afraid that he would kill him on the spot.

Qin Heng thought lazily.

The young man outside the door poked his head out and said seriously to him: "Senior, come out quickly, the hangover soup is getting cold."

Qin Heng rubbed his forehead with one hand, laughed lowly, and replied with a drawn out voice, "Here we are."

In fact, it can't be done at all.

Even if the young man was pressed under him, his eyelashes trembled, and the end of his eyes was tinged with red, like a young willow branching out.

Even the physical desire has already made people hot and clamoring wantonly.

He couldn't do it either.

As long as the young man looked at him innocently with misty eyes, and looked at him with pure white and sincere trust in his eyes.

He couldn't do it at all.

I just want to suppress my desire, lower my eyes and kiss those clean eyes.