The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

When Qi Chensheng heard the movement from Wang Luan's side, he immediately stopped his movements and stood up. When he saw Wang Mingsheng's figure beside Wang Luan, he narrowed his gray eyes dangerously and strode towards them.

Wang Mingsheng had no intention of confronting Qi Chensheng head-on. Seeing him approaching, he put his hand wrapped around the long chain of the cross on his chest, gave a slight greeting, and then backed away.

Wang Luan didn't stop him, he just leaned on the pillar and looked at Qi Chensheng in the sunlight. Although there were only a few steps left between the two of them, he didn't want to wait any longer and wanted to walk out of the dark corridor.

But as soon as he stepped on the withered grass, he felt a sudden pain from the old injury on his knee, his body was unstable and he was about to fall over, but the next moment Wang Luan fell into Qi Chensheng's arms with peace of mind.

"Ninth Brother?" Qi Chensheng frowned, supported Wang Luan's back, checked his body, and asked coldly, "What did Wang Mingsheng do just now?"

"No," Wang Luan shook his head and leaned in his arms. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Feng Jia who was still standing beside the wooden cart. His heart moved slightly, and finally he took the initiative to reach out and hugged Qi Chensheng's neck: "He just wants to ask you I introduced someone."

Qi Chensheng couldn't understand the meaning of his words, so he hugged Wang Luan's hand even harder: "Ninth brother, I—"

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Luan with a coughing low smile.

Qi Chensheng's remnant eyes reflected Wang Luan's smile, and after a while, he also laughed along with him.

"Ninth brother is really not angry?" Qi Chensheng didn't say anything anymore, but sat on a slightly higher place with Wang Luan in his arms, and then leaned over to rub his knees for him.

Wang Luan didn't answer his question, but continued to tilt his head with a smile, letting the slightly long hair slide down, warmed by the sun, as if brushing over Qi Chensheng's heart.

"Then Shen Sheng thinks, do I resemble him?"

"It's not like." Qi Chensheng stretched out his hand to stroke Wang Luan's hair, and said without hesitation.

"Why doesn't it look the same?" Wang Luan raised his eyes to look at the grass again, Feng Jia still stood where he was, with a complicated and lost expression.

"I feel...very similar."

"It's very similar to when I lied to you in the bookstore."

At first in Qincheng, when Wang Mingsheng asked Wang Luan to get close to Qi Chensheng, Wang Luan didn't know what kind of person Qi Chensheng liked.Later he learned that although Qi Chensheng came to Qincheng to do business, but because he was young, his family gave him a position in a national university, expecting him to attend lectures every now and then, and count as much as he can learn.

So Wang Luan also pretended to be a student, looking for opportunities to "encounter" with him in the small library near the school from time to time——

Qi Chensheng's smile deepened, and he raised his head and kissed Wang Luan's fingertips hanging beside his body: "Brother Jiu also said that he lied to me."

"That's not the real you, so it's useless to look like you."

Wang Luan looked down at him, then stroked Qi Chensheng's chin with his backhand: "According to this, Chen Sheng doesn't like me at that time either?"

"I like it." Qi Chensheng stood up, his tall figure almost enveloped Wang Luan, ignoring the gaze from the grass, and kissed Wang Luan's forehead: "As long as it's Ninth Brother, I like it."

On a piece of withered grass, Lena was still bent over to repair the wooden cart, while standing beside the cart, Feng Jia finally turned around in a daze, and walked away with heavy steps.

Wang Luan took one last look at his back, climbed onto Qi Chensheng's arm, lifted himself up to Qi Chensheng's lips, and gently kissed back as if rewarding——

The autumn afternoon passed quickly, and the evening glow that was gradually dyed by the setting sun had not faded away, and the night could not wait to come.

At dinner time, Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng did not go back to the room, but chose to be with the people in the church.

The simple-cooked food was placed on a porcelain plate, which made people seem to have no appetite, but there was one thing that surprised Wang Luan, everyone had a glass of wine next to them.

Wang Luan did know that the churches of foreigners are not like the Buddhism of Chinese people, they can drink alcohol, but he didn't expect the people in the church to drink so much.

But...he looked down at the dark red wine in the glass, and couldn't help feeling a little bit moved, and while Qi Chensheng wasn't paying attention, he quietly moved the wine glass.

"Why, Brother Nine wants to drink too?" It's a pity that such a small movement still failed to escape Qi Chensheng's eyes, and before he could move to the front, he was held down by Qi Chensheng.

Wang Luan sighed helplessly. In the early years, he not only liked sweet, but also very good wine, especially this foreigner's wine.

It's a pity that now that he is sick, Qi Chensheng watches him closely, sweeter things can barely be negotiated, and he is not allowed to touch alcohol at all.

"Just drink a little, let me taste it." Smelling the mellow aroma of the wine, Wang Luan felt a little itchy, so he couldn't help but soften his tone, and whispered in Qi Chensheng's ear.

Qi Chensheng would never listen to Wang Luan's begging. Now that the two are so close, what Wang Luan could smell was the aroma of wine, but what he could smell was the sandalwood on Wang Luan's body.

"Shen Sheng, just a little..."

Wang Luan's voice rang in his ears again, and Qi Chensheng's gray eyes became more and more dim.

He kept an eye on his surroundings and saw that other people were concentrating on eating and no one looked over, so he clasped Wang Luan's waist, which was leaning over, and said, "Brother Jiu, do you really want to try it?"

Looking at Qi Chensheng's approaching face, Wang Luan seemed to have sensed something, but he still nodded.

"That's not impossible," Qi Chensheng stroked Wang Luan's waist lightly, then squinted at the wine glass on the table, and hinted: "Guess what, Brother Jiu, how can I let you taste it?"

"Well, it's like when you drink medicine—"

Wang Luan's eyes turned slightly, and although his lips were pale, they left red tooth marks.He saw that the nuns directly opposite had already left, and the older ones, Father Dowell sat far away, as for the others...

Thin fingers held up the wine glass that belonged to Qi Chensheng, the red liquid was stirring and exuding more and more sweetness, Wang Luan lowered his head and sniffed the tempting smell, but he did not bring the heavy glass to him, but sent it to him. Qi Chensheng's mouth.

Qi Chensheng took Wang Luan's hand, drank the wine in the cup, and then firmly supported Wang Luan's neck. Before he could exert any force, Wang Luan's lips were already close, as if to Lest the remnant wine go away, I must taste the last aftertaste.

Naturally, Qi Chensheng wouldn't let him get rid of his hunger easily, the hands around his waist were even tighter, and the lips and tongue in his mouth were even more entangled.

Wang Luan's hand that was still holding the empty glass suddenly loosened, and the brass wine glass rolled to the ground, making quite a noise in the relatively quiet dining room.

Wang Luan hurriedly pushed Qi Chensheng's chest, Qi Chensheng didn't want to bully him too much, so he let Wang Luan go a little according to his wish.

But it was still too late, as soon as the two separated, they saw Sister Tim standing in front of them with a serious face and suppressing anger.

"Gentlemen, I hope I didn't disturb your meal," Sister Tim's voice was not too loud. Although she was still afraid of the two of them because of what happened in the morning, her heart to guard the discipline was after all. Gaining the upper hand, she took out the deterrents she used to admonish the children: "But I still want to say, please pay attention to your manners."

Wang Luan leaned back without a trace, giving the culprit enough space to listen to the nanny's teaching.

Qi Chensheng was not afraid of Mammy Tim, but after all, he was caught at someone else's place, so he still had to give an explanation in order to save face.

He bent down to pick up the wine glass and put it away, nodded to Sister Tim, and said sincerely but without regret: "Okay, Sister Tim, we will pay attention to it later."

Sister Tim couldn't say anything more, her eyes lingered on the two of them for a while, then turned around stiffly and left.

Qi Chensheng watched the old nanny leave, and was about to coax Wang Luan to eat, but inadvertently looked at the two wine glasses on the table.

The one in front of him was the one that fell to the ground just now, and it was empty.

As for the one in front of Wang Luan, although it was not empty yet, there was only half a glass of red wine left.

"Ninth brother?" He looked sideways at Wang Luan, recalling what happened just now, and couldn't figure out the key point, looking at Wang Luan's lips with gray broken eyes.

Wang Luan leaned against the table, resting his chin on his hands and looking back at him leisurely, only a drop of wine that had not been wiped off slowly slipped down his white chin.

Qi Chensheng raised his chin, and wiped the last drop of wine on his fingers, leaving almost unnoticeable wetness. He lowered his voice and asked forcefully, "Does Brother Jiu think it's good?"

Even at this time, Wang Luan still didn't show the slightest timidity, but nodded: "Hey Shen Sheng...it's naturally delicious."

Hearing this, Qi Chensheng's eyes darkened even more, but just as he was about to lean in again, Wang Luan tapped the empty wine glass with a small spoon next to the porcelain plate, and immediately made a clear sound, attracting Mammy Tim again. gaze.

Wang Luan's sparrow-like eyes met with a smile, imitating Mother Tim's tone and said: "Second Young Master Qi, please pay attention to your manners."

Qi Chensheng paused for a while, and retreated helplessly, but just as Wang Luan relaxed and was about to taste the dinner that really made people lose their appetite, he felt a sudden tightness in his waist, and then his whole body was hugged by Qi Chensheng up.

"Shen Sheng!" He managed to restrain his subconscious cry, and grabbed Qi Chensheng's arm: "What are you going to do—"

Now it is difficult for Sister Tim to pretend not to see, her complexion is even uglier than before, but Qi Chensheng didn't care at all, and directly carried Wang Luan across the dining room, looking at Wang with narrowed eyes Luan blushed from the alcohol, walked upstairs and said, "Ninth brother thinks it's delicious, so I'll find a place where you don't have to pay attention to your manners—"

"Hey, eat your fill."

As he spoke, he ignored Wang Luan's struggle and all kinds of eyes behind him, and carried him back to the room.

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That night, Wang Luan never drank the mellow wine again, but he did taste a lot of other things.

So much so that when He Chengdong brought supper later, he just leaned softly on the pillow, he didn't have the strength to get up, half closed his eyes, and ate a few pieces of snacks that Qi Chensheng brought to his mouth.

But just when he thought that this matter could finally be exposed, Lena, who knew nothing about it, knocked on their door again.

"Gentlemen, have you rested yet?"

Wang Luan thought that he had asked her to inquire about it during the day, and he had new news, so he urged Qi Chensheng to open the door.

Qi Chensheng really didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time, but he couldn't resist Wang Luan's intentions, so he wrapped the blanket tightly around him before opening the door for Lena.

"Is something wrong?"

Qi Chensheng's complexion was not very good, Lena's hand holding the wine bottle couldn't help trembling, but she still boldly sent the bottle filled with wine.

"It's Sister Jill...it's the one that Er Shao Qi helped rescue today. She asked me to thank you and send this."

She was afraid that Qi Chensheng would not accept it, so she said again: "The nuns in the church brewed it themselves. It tastes very good. You can stay and taste it."

Qi Chensheng looked at the wine bottle in Lena's hand, then turned around to look at Wang Luan who was still lying on the bed, and responded with a rare sentence: "I tried it, it tastes very good."

Lena was secretly relieved when she heard what he said, but she still didn't dare to say anything more to Qi Chensheng, and left after thanking him again.

Wang Luan lay on the bed and could hear the conversation between the two at the door clearly.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Qi Chensheng walking towards him with the wine bottle in his hands, walking towards him slowly under the dim light, and sat down on the side of the bed.

"During dinner just now, I saw Brother Jiu liked this very much, do you want to drink more now?"

Wang Luan cursed secretly in his heart, and wanted to turn his back on him, but after all he didn't have the strength, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Brother Jiu really doesn't want to drink anymore?" Qi Chensheng leaned over, covering Wang Luan's body vaguely and asked again.

"Stop drinking, I'm already drunk." Wang Luan still closed his eyes, making up his mind never to look at him.

Qi Chensheng didn't intend to let it go like this, and put his arms around Wang Luan's shoulders, and put the wine bottle beside his pillow: "Since Brother Jiu is drunk, how can he still talk?"

Wang Luan resisted and still didn't open his eyes, just said: "Why can't you talk when you're drunk, Er Shaoquan thinks I'm talking drunk."

"Oh, it's drunk talk." Qi Chensheng repeated Wang Luan's words, and moved closer, warm breath on his face, lingering on his lips, but he refused to let it go.

Wang Luan was really itchy from being provoked, and opened his eyes very quickly, but was caught by Qi Chensheng: "Now, Brother Ninth is willing to look at me again."

Hearing what he said, Wang Luan pushed his face away with his hands, closed his eyes again, and said indiscriminately: "I'm not looking at you, I'm drunk... what I say is drunk, and the person who sees is also drunk film."

"Yes, yes, Brother Nine is looking at drunk shadows," Qi Chensheng still smiled, lying down beside Wang Luan, hugging him comfortably in his arms, and said, "It's a pity that the drunk shadows I saw can only be me. .”

"Who says it can only be yours?" Wang Luan leaned in front of Qi Chensheng, the corner of his mouth raised a little, and continued: "I can't say that I can see other people, anyway, I'm drunk—"

Having said that, Wang Luan suddenly stopped speaking and opened his eyes.

The tattoo under the collarbone was slightly hot, and he seemed to have finally touched something real from the illusory flowing golden feathers, and repeated in a murmur: "Drunk?"