Today's Shura field is also very lively

The car was silent.

The young man in front of him raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, with a blush at the end of his eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, the tip of his nose gently pressed against the man's chin, and his warm breath wrapped around the man's Adam's apple.

Yan Huan's throat rolled violently a few times, he tensed his waist, his eyes were burning red, he lowered his head and stared at the person in his arms, the rolling emotion in his eyes was terrifyingly heavy.

He rubbed the young man's neck with his broad palm, his fingertips were convulsed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Chen Qi, you're drunk."

The man had already crossed his legs, but he was reluctant to let go of the young man, so he could only bite the soft flesh of his jaw fiercely, forcing himself to wake up.

The young man tilted his head, showing a beautiful smile in a daze, with the corners of his eyes flushed, he buried himself in his arms and moaned, "Second Master."

Yan Huan only felt that his sanity was being burnt out of his mind. His throat seemed to be on fire, and he lowered his head and pressed his chin against the young man's soft black hair, and said softly and cautiously, "Well, the second master is here."

My heart was so soft.

Yan Huan thought, crazy.

At this moment, even if the young man took a knife and stabbed him in the heart, he was reluctant to move now.

I only wish to drown in youth.

But he didn't notice it. After a while, the body of the young man in his arms gradually became stiff, and he even slowly opened his eyes in his arms.

Chen Qi was woken up by the system.

After he was woken up, one person and one system fell silent.

With his head still resting on his concubine from his previous life, Chen Qi said desperately, "What's going on?"

The system said dryly: "Why don't you get drunk?"

What are you drinking crazy about?

Chen Qi wanted to go crazy right now.

The man's broad palms were tightly stretched, slowly stroking his neck.Chen Qi was even more desperate and said in his heart: "He's biting my ass."

The system also fell silent, not daring to ask what was hitting Chen Qi's ass.

The man rubbed his neck with one hand, patted his back lightly with the other, and said softly, "Second master is here."

After a while, Yan Huan felt the head of the person in her arms gradually tilted to his shoulders, and her breathing became steady, as if she had fallen asleep again.

Yan Huan lowered her head, carefully placed the man in her arms on the car seat, and put her coat on the young man.

The young man remained motionless with his eyes closed, the flush on his face faded a little, his breathing was shallow, and he looked like he was in a deep sleep.

Yan Huan lowered his eyes and stared at the sleeping young man. He reached out and brushed aside the young man's messy forehead hair, and said hoarsely, "Chen Qi."

Chen Qi, who was pretending to be asleep, trembled in his heart, afraid that the man would see something; but he still resisted to remain still and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Unexpectedly, the man just stretched out his fingertips to touch the small mole on the tip of the young man's nose, suddenly laughed, and said in a low voice, "Little drunk."

At that moment, Yan Huan's heart was filled with anticipation. He thought, since the young man can act like a baby to him when he is drunk, does it mean that the young man is actually paying attention to him secretly like him?

The sleeping young man with his eyes closed seemed to have heard his name, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, his lips moved, as if he was muttering something.

With a smile in her eyes, Yan Huan leaned over to approach the young man, as if she wanted to hear what the young man was muttering.

"Qin...Senior..."

Yan Huan's body froze, as if a bucket of ice water had been splashed on her head.

The young man who was sleeping with his head tilted was muttering another man's name affectionately, his voice seemed to be coquettish.

It seems that such calls have happened thousands of times.

Yan Huan froze on the spot, his palms were uncontrollably wrapped around the back of the young man's neck, his dark eyes stared at the young man deeply, his whole body was terribly heavy.

It turns out that young people not only call him by his name when he is drunk.

When I think of the young man getting drunk, buried in someone else's arms, calling softly, calling that person's name with a smile and love.

Yan Huan's breath was unstable, and she wanted to turn them into powder.

Suddenly, the sleeping young man frowned slightly, and Yan Huan realized that the hand tightly around the back of the young man's neck was unconsciously tightened, Yan Huan closed her eyes, and suddenly let go of her hand.

He looked at the young man deeply, and suddenly opened the car door in embarrassment, squinted his eyes under the street lamp and lit a cigarette.

The driver who came back from running errands was standing beside the car with his medicine in his hand, looking up at him.

Yan Huan squinted his eyes in the lingering smoke, he exhaled a puff of smoke rings, and said to the driver indifferently: "Put the medicine in the car."

The driver looked at Yan Huan's appearance, didn't dare to say more, and honestly put the medicine in the car.

Not long after, the car door was opened, and a black-haired young man slowly pulled the car door. He was wearing a suit jacket, and he wobbled while holding the door to get out of the car.

Yan Huan pinched the cigarette, strode over, lowered her head to support the young man and said in a low voice, "Are you awake?"

The young man seemed to be extremely uncomfortable, his brows were tightly frowned, and his steps were a little wobbly.

Yan Huan pursed her lips tightly, and said, "Go back to the car."

Feeling so uncomfortable, I got out of the car.

The young man seemed to have a splitting headache, staggered and shook off his hand and said dumbly, "Go back to the dormitory..."

Yan Huan said solemnly: "Go to the car, I'll take you back."

The young man stood deadlocked with him in front of the car door. It seemed that he had sobered up a little, recognized him, and refused to get in the car.

Yan Huan looked at the young man who was buried in his arms just now and softly called him the second master, now he stood motionless and silent in front of his car door, unwilling to get into his car without saying anything.

It seems that the feeling of the youth buried in the arms still remains in the arms, and there seems to be a warm touch under the chin.

It was the young man who raised his head little by little, bent his eyes and closed his eyes like a kitten, and kissed her.

Yan Huan's Adam's apple rolled, and he thought of the young man calling other men's names while he was asleep, and he felt a sudden surge of hostility in his heart. He stepped forward, pushed the young man against the car door, and looked at youth.

The man who pushed the young man in front of the car door said: "Either get in the car, or don't go back."

The young man was obviously taken aback when he heard this, but he heard the man say indifferently: "I will do what I say."

The young man hesitated for a while, and after a stalemate, he finally turned around and got into the car.

When Yan Huan got in the car, he saw the coat on the seat. He looked up at Chen Qi who was leaning against the window with his head tilted, and fell silent.

Sitting next to Chen Qi, he said in a low voice, "You and your classmates are both drunk, I wanted to send you back to the dormitory."

Chen Qi turned his head to look out the window, but didn't speak.

The man also fell silent, and the atmosphere in the car was oppressive and silent.

Youth is like a piece of ice, resisting his approach from the bottom of his bones.

Yan Huan reached out and handed over the bag of medicine, and said in a low voice, "Go back and take some hangover medicine, or you won't be able to wake up."

Looking at the young man's indifferent appearance, he paused and said, "I...have no malice."

The car parked slowly downstairs in the dormitory, and the young man opened the door in a heavy voice, but did not take the bag of medicine.

The arm that Yan Huan handed out was stiff in the air, and the bag containing the medicine fell heavily in the air. The young man stretched out his long legs without looking back, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter to me whether you are malicious or not."

The young man who got out of the car stood outside the car door and said indifferently: "Because you are not important to me."