Straight male cannon fodder is attracted by the protagonist

Yu Zhiyi was already drunk, her fair face was flushed with red, her lips were red and gaudy, and her beautiful face had a kind of blurred beauty, which went up several levels with stickiness.

Meng Chan was so hugged that he couldn't walk, and everyone who came and went looked this way.The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and there was still a fire in his heart, and he really wanted to just throw this person away.

"Don't bother." Meng Chan lowered Yu Zhiyi's hands holding his shoulders, and warned him in a deep voice, "Walk well."

"You are fierce to me." Yu Zhiyi's eyes were wet, there was a little snow outside, Yu Zhiyi's eyelashes were stained with hoarfrost, his face was whiter from the blowing, his lips were redder, and his voice was filled with drunken grievances.

Meng Chan didn't bother to talk to the drunk, he grabbed the man by the collar and dragged Yu Zhiyi, who was walking crookedly, into the car.

Yu Zhiyi was quite drunk, moaning and whining in the car, squinting his eyes half asleep and half awake.

After finally delivering it home, Meng Chan threw him on the sofa. He was sweating from the heat, took off his coat, and wanted to drink some water.

Yu Zhiyi thought he was going to leave, so he quickly called him "brother."

"What's the matter?" Meng Chan turned around, a little impatient.

"Hug me." Yu Zhiyi raised his arms towards him, in a hug-seeking gesture, and looked at him with aggrieved face.

Meng Chan didn't move.

Yu Zhiyi pursed his lips, his eyes were foggy, as if he was about to shed tears, and his voice was clear and soft, "Brother, hug me."

Meng Chan was seduced by his beauty for a second, but he still couldn't resist the anger in his heart, and pressed his hands down, ruthlessly, "Don't move around."

Yu Zhiyi was persistent and still wanted to hug him. Meng Chan held his wobbly wrists, "I haven't settled with you for today's matter, be honest."

Yu Zhiyi was drunk and didn't understand Meng Chan's words very well. He only knew that Meng Chan told him to be good, so he pursed his lips and forced himself to be quiet.

Seeing him calm down, Meng Chan thought about how to deal with the current situation. Originally, he wanted to discuss the relationship between the two of them with Yu Zhiyi, but now that he was so drunk, he probably couldn't solve the problem.

Meng Chan was a little angry about what happened today, angry at Yu Zhiyi's lack of propriety, angry at his childish nature.Ye Zhi was fed up and down by him, forgot what Meng Chan had warned him, and told the relationship between the two in front of everyone, all of which were Yu Zhiyi's immature actions.

He knew that Yu Zhiyi was narrow-minded and naive, but he had to have a degree in everything, and Yu Zhiyi obviously didn't know this truth.

He does exactly what he wants.

Meng Chan clicked his tongue impatiently, scratched his hair impatiently, and wanted to leave.But the remaining softness in his heart made him stay where he was, instead of leaving indifferently.

He stepped forward to lift Yu Zhiyi up and dragged him into the bathroom, ready to wash off the smell of alcohol from his body.

It was the first time for Meng Chan to help Yu Zhiyi take a bath. Although he came to help Yu Zhiyi take a bath after Meng Chan said it last time, Yu Zhiyi had already washed it in advance every time, and Meng Chan didn't have the chance to help him.

This was the first time Meng Chan saw his body.

Yu Zhiyi looks thin, but he is not too dry and thin, but a kind of thin with a sense of strength.

The abdominal muscles are tight, the muscle lines are clear and smooth, and the bony collarbone connects the shoulders. He is very white, a cold white that is too pale, like a piece of white porcelain.

It was because of being too white that the scars on his body were extremely obvious.There are many scars on his wrist, like the scars cut by a knife, dark red bumps fall ferociously on the jade-like skin, whether deep or shallow, destroying the beauty of the wrist.

In addition, there is also an ugly scar on his back near the heart, not big but not small, like a scar left by a burn, deeply burned ugly on the cold white and tight skin color.

Meng Chan was taken aback by these scars. Why did Yu Zhiyi have so many scars on his body? Is this the reason why he didn't let him take a bath for him?

While half-drunk, Yu Zhiyi seemed to sense Meng Chan's gaze, and blocked his eyes indiscriminately, with a bit of shame in his voice, "Brother, don't look, it's ugly."

Meng Chan pulled his hand, "No."

"How did you get here?" Meng Chan asked him, "Huh?"

Yu Zhiyi half-lyed in the bathtub, with his head bowed, his expression painful and dazed, his fine eyelashes were dripping with water, trembling like a fragile butterfly.

He didn't want to talk, but leaned on Meng Chan's shoulder, whimpering softly, like a kitten, "Brother, I'm so cold."

Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Meng Chan didn't force him anymore, so he helped him to apply the shower gel. He was drunk and had no strength in his body, so Meng Chan could only let him wash it for him.

Yu Zhiyi leaned on Meng Chan next to him like he had no bones, his eyes were washed away by the water and he couldn't see clearly. There was nothing in his drowsy brain, only Meng Chan's stern eyes.

"Brother, I'm very angry today." Yu Zhiyi said suddenly, his voice was indistinct in the bathroom, "There are many people around you, and they all like you."

As soon as Yu Zhiyi mentioned today's events, Meng Chan's face became uneasy, "Why are you angry?"

"Brother Qi doesn't belong to me." Yu Zhiyi squinted his eyes, his face was pink and pale, and his voice was sleepy, "You have been liked by too many people, and my likes are not worth mentioning."

"No." Yu Zhiyi immediately vetoed, "I'm still different from them, I love you more than them."

"..."

One bite and one love, Meng Chan didn't even know if he was sincere or fake, he was already immune to this word.

Yu Zhiyi nodded his head, drooping the tails of his eyes, and rambled on in a tired voice, "Brother, it would be great if you were only me, but you are different from me."

Yu Zhiyi talked a lot when he was drinking, but Meng Chan didn't talk, just listened.

"Brother, you have been surrounded by countless people who love you since before." Yu Zhiyi said, "It was also in high school, and many people liked you."

Meng Chan grasped the point, "We met in high school?"

Yu Zhiyi froze for a few seconds, frowned and thought seriously, and then smiled innocently, drunkenness made him irrational, and he no longer suppressed those secrets.

"I have seen."

His tone suddenly dropped again, "But brother, you can't remember."

"When." Meng Chan helped him wash off the foam from his hair, and Yu Zhiyi squinted his eyes comfortably, like a lazy cat.

"A lot of times." He said slowly, "When you receive the award and stand on the high platform, when you smoke on the rooftop, when you laugh with others..."

"Many moments, I have seen you, but you have not seen me."

Meng Chan's hand paused, feeling that there was a story in it, and asked, "Have I ever talked to you?"

"If I have, why can't I remember you."

Yu Zhiyi closed his eyes and smiled slightly, and stopped talking.

Of course you won't remember me.

I have met you countless times and missed you. I am a passerby who cannot be named by your side. You will not remember me. I am despicable and perverted. I am a disgusted existence. I am dispensable.

You won't remember me.

This couldn't be more normal.

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