aren't we rivals

Yu Tingzhi didn't wake up early, and after the excitement passed, there were only bouts of fatigue and burnout, as if his sage's time had only come late at this moment.

Meng Chi was still sleeping next to him, peacefully, and didn't move much all night, maybe he was very tired, and his brows were also frowning after falling asleep.

Seeing that, Yu Tingzhi stretched out his fingers to touch his brows, and gently smoothed out the wrinkles. When he noticed that his body temperature was a little high, he put his palm on his forehead.Meng Chi moved uneasily, revealing his neck covered in red marks.

Yu Tingzhi's gaze fell, and the color of his pupils suddenly became darker.Frowning for a moment, he recalled the traces he saw on Meng Chi when he was cleaning him after he fainted last night. Yu Tingzhi frowned rather annoyed, and immediately got out of bed lightly.

After a night's rest, Yu Tingzhi's physical strength recovered a lot. After a brief wash, he went back to his bedroom and changed his clothes. Then he picked up the clothes scattered in the living room that he took off from Meng Chi's body, and planned to go out.

Thinking of the mess in the living room, Yu Tingzhi called She Shan again, saying that the things he left here would be delivered to him in two days.

"Success, anyway, you sent it to me before the opening." She Shan probably hadn't woken up yet, her voice was hazy and indistinct.

Yu Tingzhi hummed, his throat itching.He coughed twice, and She Shan seemed to be awake, and asked again: "Why are you so hoarse? Last night——"

"It's nothing," Yu Tingzhi interrupted him, "I still have something to do, so I hang up."

She Shan: "..."

As soon as I hung up the phone, another call came in. It was the director of the school's academic affairs office, saying that an art teacher in the freshman year was sick and hospitalized, and he couldn't lead the team to Xichi to take the sketching class. He asked Yu Tingzhi if he would like to transfer the class. Going there for that art teacher is considered a trip.

Yu Tingzhi replied flatly, "I have never taught sketching."

All the teachers in the Academy of Art knew that Yu Tingzhi was specially hired to teach art history. The director of the Academic Affairs Office thought that he was unwilling to go on a business trip, so he didn't say anything, and said with a dry smile that he had to think about something before hanging up the phone.

Yu Tingzhi locked the door and went out by himself.He first sent Meng Chi's clothes to a dry cleaner near the neighborhood, then went to a breakfast shop to order food, and then went to the pharmacy to buy medicine.

When he walked out of the pharmacy, he received a call from the pet hospital, saying that the kitten had been vaccinated and could be picked up.

Thinking that there was someone else in the family who didn't like cats yet, Yu Tingzhi said that he didn't have time now and would pick up the cats later.

After Yu Tingzhi finished shopping, he walked downstairs to the apartment, but instead of going upstairs directly, he opened the cigarette he just bought outside the elevator and lit one.

Halfway through the burning of the second cigarette, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and a message popped up on the screen. It was surveillance information, showing that a moving figure was captured.

Meng Chi had already woken up. Yu Tingzhi clicked on the surveillance app and saw him wearing his own shirt, passing the living room, entering the bathroom, and then came out to search around, found the phone, fiddled with it, and played with the whip.

Meng Chi was not moving fast, and his walking posture was a little strange. Through the unclear picture, he could vaguely see the traces left on his legs.Yu Tingzhi took a deep puff of cigarette, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then returned to deepness.

After a while, Meng Chi got up from the sofa, walked back to the guest room and stayed there for a while, then walked around the living room after coming out, and then walked towards Yu Tingzhi's bedroom.

Yu Tingzhi's eyes twitched, he extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette beside the trash can, pressed the elevator and went upstairs.

When Meng Chi opened the white wood wardrobe in the room, what he saw were not clothes, but some quilts and canvases, then he realized that the bedroom he slept in should not be Yu Tingzhi's room.

He turned around and found the study room and the master bedroom. Just as he was standing at the door of the master bedroom wondering if he should go in and find some clothes to wear, he heard the sound of the door lock opening behind him.

Yu Tingzhi carried several paper bags, changed his shoes and entered the door.

Meng Chi coughed uncomfortably, and then came out and said, "I came back just in time, where are my clothes?"

Probably because he screamed a lot last night, Meng Chi's voice was very hoarse and became very magnetic.Yu Tingzhi raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes glanced over his somewhat flushed face: "I'm sending it to dry cleaning."

Meng Chi stood still and let out a soft "hiss", thinking that Yu Tingzhi was being too considerate, how could he leave without clothes.

"How do you feel?" Yu Tingzhi went straight to the kitchen after entering the door.He took out a crystal cup, poured a cup of warm honey water, and went back to the living room to pass it to Meng Chi, "Apart from your throat, is there any discomfort?"

Nowhere is comfortable.

Out of inexplicable self-esteem, Meng Chi said reservedly: "It's okay." Then he said: "Since my clothes have been sent to dry cleaning, I have to trouble you to lend me some clothes. I have to go back."

Yu Tingzhi glanced at his legs and said, "Take your temperature first, I also bought medicine, it will make you feel better after applying it."

When Yu Tingzhi was pouring water, Meng Chi had already seen the bag in the pharmacy.In addition to the temperature gun, there are also anti-inflammatory drugs, iodophor band-aids and the like, which are quite comprehensive.

"Take your temperature?" Meng Chi did feel a little dizzy, touched his face, and felt that the temperature was quite normal.

"Well, see if you have a fever." Yu Tingzhi took out the temperature gun and tried it on the back of his hand, then walked up to Meng Chi and pressed the temperature gun to his forehead.

"No..." Before he could say the words, the temperature gun mechanically reported his body temperature at 37 degrees Celsius, and Meng Chi smelled tobacco on Yu Tingzhi's body at the same time.This made him frown slightly.

If he remembers correctly, She Shan mentioned that Yu Tingzhi doesn't smoke unless something very annoying happens to him.

"It's okay, take some anti-inflammatory medicine." Yu Tingzhi withdrew his hand, took out the anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine bag, broke it open in the palm of his hand, and handed the crystal cup to Meng Chi together.

"This medicine will be a little bitter. I also bought sugar."

Meng Chi looked at the pill in his hand and smiled lightly, feeling that Yu Tingzhi was acting as if he was taking care of a child.

"What kind of candy are you eating? You're not a child." Meng Chi swallowed the medicine obediently.Then he sat down on the sofa, took out the ointment and prepared to apply it to himself.

Although Yu Tingzhi was a little crazy last night, he still knew how to measure and didn't hurt Meng Chi behind him. It's just that the long-term friction made him feel a little uncomfortable.

This can be ignored for the time being. Meng Chi mainly dealt with the bites and scrapes on his legs. He didn't make any fuss. After sitting down, he directly lifted the shirt on his body and dipped a cotton swab in iodophor to start disinfection.

He opened his legs, sat on the sofa in an M shape, raised the hem of his trousers, lowered his head and carefully applied the broken skin on his thighs with a cotton swab.Yu Tingzhi was watching from the side, watching the wound turn from light pink to deep red, he didn't know what he thought of, Yu Tingzhi's Adam's apple slipped for a moment, and then he looked away.

While Meng Chi was twisting his body and applying medicine to his waist with great difficulty, Yu Tingzhi turned his head again and said, "Let me help you."

Such a twisted posture was really uncomfortable, Meng Chi glanced at Yu Tingzhi, and handed him the cotton swab.

Yu Tingzhi lifted up his shirt and looked at the crimson spots on both sides of his narrow waist, like a butterfly tattooed on it.Yu Tingzhi really wanted to restrain his emotions, but facing this scene, it was hard for him not to go astray. He even thought these traces were beautiful, if they could be kept...

"Yu, Teacher Yu." Meng Chi suddenly called out.

It's obviously a normal address, but because Yu Tingzhi called "Classmate Meng" to him last night with a soft whip, Meng Chi stumbled a bit when he called these three words.

Originally, he wanted to change it, but after much deliberation, he felt that it was strange to suddenly call out his full name, so Meng Chi could only keep it as it was.

"Huh?" Yu Tingzhi drove away the thoughts in his head, and used a cotton swab to smear those red marks.

"Do you know that person last night?" Meng Chi's voice was still a little hoarse, so his voice was very soft.

Yu Tingzhi shook his head: "I don't know."

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows and looked back at him: "I don't know you and still drink his wine?"

Yu Tingzhi paused while applying the medicine, and then said: "I didn't drink his wine, I drank what I ordered myself."

Meng Chi frowned and thought about it for two seconds, and then realized that this person must have been staring at Yu Tingzhi for a long time, either in collusion with the bartender, or because he saw that the glass of wine was for Yu Tingzhi, so he found the right time to kill him.

Whether it is in terms of ideas or techniques, he is a veteran.

"Dog thing." Meng Chi spat.

"I'll take care of this matter, you don't have to be angry." Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi was stunned for a moment, thinking that I was so angry, but when he turned around and saw Yu Tingzhi's downcast eyes, with a very apologetic expression, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

After applying iodophor, Yu Tingzhi applied anti-inflammatory medicine on him. When the milky white paste hit the broken skin, Meng Chi couldn't help hissing.

Yu Tingzhi paused: "Does it hurt?"

Meng Chi felt uncomfortable all over his body, and after lying on the ground for a while, he became a little tired. When he heard this, he let out an "um" in his throat.

After a moment of silence, he heard Yu Tingzhi's sincere apology: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

In fact, being tortured like this made Meng Chi feel a little upset.But it wasn't just because he was forced to do 0, after all, it was something he had promised, and it was more because of Yu Tingzhi's strength last night, which made Meng Chi a little uncomfortable.

While Meng Chi was surprised by Yu Tingzhi's various performances, he was also a little disillusioned.The artist in his imagination should be gentle and refined.

Whether it was deliberately torturing him or restricting his movements with a rope, his mood was more or less affected, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little dissatisfied.

But after all, this is a matter of bed, so there is no need to worry too much after getting out of bed.

Although Meng Chi had never experienced such a sexual thing, he knew in his heart that Yu Tingzhi was probably under the influence of drugs, and he himself also got unprecedented pleasure from it, so his dissatisfaction was not so strong.Now that Yu Tingzhi puts on such an apologetic look, even if he has a temper, he can't express it.

Meng Chi laughed dryly, "It's okay."

Yu Tingzhi didn't speak any more, but his movements were much gentler. It wasn't until Meng Chi's bite marks on the back of his ears were treated that he suddenly said, "Next time, I will try to restrain myself."

next time?

Meng Chi was taken aback for a moment, the astonishment and doubt in his eyes flashed away, and then he turned his head to look at Yu Tingzhi, and said with a dry smile, "Teacher Yu, don't let this kind of thing happen again."

Yu Tingzhi paused: "Why can't there be a next time?"

The smile on Meng Chi's face disappeared, and he asked calmly, "Why is there a next time?"

They had just known each other for less than a month, so they could barely be considered friends.It's such a friendship, no matter what, it's not suitable and there will be a next time, isn't it?