Cut off

Feng Qisong was shocked, but he didn't lose his mind: "Why do you say these good things to me? When you first entered Feng's house, you didn't look like you were willing to marry me."

Back then, Young Master Bai had thorns all over his body, and he could pierce Feng Qisong's heart with just a word.

He was dumb, and then felt guilty.

First he was regretted by Feng Laosan, and then he was forced to marry Feng Erye. It's strange that he can give Feng's family a good face.

"Second Brother Feng, what did you say?" Bai Hemian pretended to be confused, "Go back to the room."

Feng Qisong's eyes flashed hostility, and for a moment he wanted to push away Bai Hemian who was pretending to be stupid, but then he found helplessly that he couldn't bear it at all.

He was the one who hated him at the beginning, the one who made a written agreement with him, and the one who said he wanted to elope with his girlfriend.

In the end, he was the one who said he was willing to marry him.

Those words were like thousands of troops, roaring past Feng Qisong's heart, trampling on his heart that was already riddled with holes.

"Second Brother Feng?" Bai Hemian tried his best, but couldn't get the man to stand up. He couldn't help being discouraged, but he didn't want to give up, "If you don't go back, I won't be able to sleep."

Young Master Bai murmured sadly: "I have been sleeping alone for several days."

Feng Qisong was shocked again.

"Brother Feng..."

"That's all." Feng Qisong's tense back showed signs of relaxation, "He Mian, you go back first, I'll go find you after I change my clothes."

"No, I want to go back with you."

"Be obedient." Feng Qisong finally turned around, pinched Young Master Bai's cheeks, "I promise to accompany you, and I will definitely accompany you."

Bai Hemian hugged Second Master Feng's neck and snorted twice, then reluctantly stood up: "What you say is what you say, I'll wait for you."

He picked up the half candle near Feng Qisong's knee, rubbed some sticky liquid with his fingertips, didn't pay attention to it for a while, and muttered: "I'll go and wake up Qian Shan, and supervise you changing clothes."

Feng Qisong shook his fingers.

"Hurry up." Bai Hemian walked to the door, turned to look at Feng Qisong who was kneeling on the ground, "Second Brother Feng, don't make me wait too long."

The lightning that lit up the sky reflected Young Master Bai's thin figure on the wall, Feng Qisong suddenly felt that he was in a dream, otherwise how could Bai Hemian be so amiable?

Said to wait for him.

What is he waiting for?

They were not a real couple, and what Bai Hemian liked was not Feng Qisong, but a non-existent person under the shell of an "old friend".

But since he made a promise, Feng Qisong will not go back on his word, he propped himself up on the edge of the bed and stood up little by little, the dull thunder was gradually receding, Feng Qisong heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

It's Qianshan.

Feng Qisong breathed a sigh of relief.It's better if it's not Bai Hemian.

It was this breath of relief that made him almost fall back to his knees.

"Second Lord!" Qian Shan rushed in, held Feng Qisong's arm, and the flashlight in his hand illuminated the blurred blood on the ground, "Why are you bothering..."

Feng Qisong reluctantly stood up, his tone unprecedentedly brisk: "It's okay, go and get me a bath water, I'm going to rest with He Mian."

"The young master has already ordered me to keep the hot water on." Qianshan was afraid that the wound on Erye Feng's knee would worsen, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He's here to help you take a look."

"Don't go." Feng Qisong raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyebrows, "Don't you know what time it is? I just announced that my leg injury has recovered, and you took Mr. Xun into the closed house in the middle of the night. Are you okay?"

"But……"

"Go, I promised He Mian to accompany him, if you go late, he will be angry." Feng Qisong supported the wall to slow down, quickly calmed down, changed his clothes, and when he was about to take a bath, Qian Shan But he refused to let Second Master Feng go into the water.

Qian Shan's heart fluttered: "If you really wash, I will kneel down for you."

"...Second Lord, where can your legs be soaked in water? You got wet in the rain and knelt for half a night, and then you take a bath, your legs will really be useless!"

"But I can't go to He Mian with a smell of blood all over my body." Feng Xi loosened his shirt and talked to Qian Shan through the screen, "What if I scare him?"

"Second Master, your legs are failing, that's why you will really scare Young Master Bai!"

"Forget it, I'll wipe it off." Feng Qisong finally compromised.

He took off his clothes, took a handkerchief, wiped from his strong arms to his strong waist, and finally frowned to carefully wipe off the blood around his knees.

It wasn't that he was afraid of wound infection, but that he was afraid that the smell of blood would startle Bai Hemian.

After Feng Qisong finished wiping, he put on long trousers, covered his legs tightly, and pushed open the bedroom door in the dark.

Bai Hemian, who was dozing off by the bed, trembled and almost fell off. He hugged the pillow and looked at the door in confusion. When he saw who was coming, he called softly, "Second Brother Feng." There was something in his tone. The grievance that I didn't realize.

"Well, it's me." Feng Qisong closed the door behind his back, walked to the bed, and held Bai Hemian's waist, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Wait for you." When he saw Feng Qisong, the tension in his heart relaxed, "I'm afraid you won't come back."

"How could it be?" Feng Qisong laughed, and took the pillow from Bai Hemian's arms.

The dim light illuminated Feng Qisong's stern eyebrows, Bai Hemian leaned forward, and smelled the faint sandalwood again.

He thought vaguely, Second Brother Feng doesn't seem like a Buddhist believer, so why does he always have the smell of letting go of worldly affairs?

He thought of the empty east wing, and had a vague guess.

"Second Brother Feng..." It's a pity that Bai Hemian was too sleepy, his head tilted, and the tip of his nose hit Feng Qisong's chest.

He was so hot that he took a deep breath, shook his head and rubbed the button of Feng Qisong's clothes, sniffing, and actually pulled off the shirt of Brother Feng's.

As soon as the honey-colored chest was exposed, Bai Hemian was pushed away by Feng Qisong.

Second Master Feng tore off his shirt dumbfounded, and pressed Young Master Bai on the bed: "Sleep!"

He blinked, and returned rationally: "Second Brother Feng."

"Ok?"

"I want to see your legs."

"Go to sleep, what's so good about your legs?" Feng Qisong looked away, "It's getting late, if you don't sleep, you won't be able to wake up tomorrow morning."

"I didn't have to get up early." Bai Hemian became much more energetic. Seeing Second Brother Feng lifted the quilt to cover his legs, he immediately jumped over, got under the quilt, and tried his best to arch towards Feng Qisong's legs.

Feng Qisong looked at the "hill" raised by the quilt with a smile, and secretly moved his legs away.

Bai Hemian was so suppressed that his face was flushed, he lifted the quilt to come out to breathe, took a deep breath, got in again, and buried himself in searching, but unfortunately he failed to lift Brother Feng's trouser legs from the beginning to the end.

"It's really fine." Feng Qisong didn't want Bai Hemian to watch it, and would never let him watch it.

Bai Hemian realized that there was something wrong with Brother Feng's legs, and his voice suddenly went hoarse: "Let me take a look, just one look!"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes were completely dark.

In order not to let him see the injury on his leg, Feng Qisong turned off the bedside lamp directly.

Bai Hemian, who finally crawled out of the quilt, couldn't see anything, he could only grope his way back to Feng Qisong's side, felt his hot chest muscles, turned over as if discouraged, and sulked with his back to Feng Erge.

Feng Qisong raised his arms several times, trying to hug Bai Hemian back, but he couldn't really take action.

In the lonely night, the red lantern outside the window illuminated a row of papered windows. Bai Hemian held back for more than ten minutes, then heard Feng Qisong's breathing stabilized, turned over carefully, and hugged Second Brother Feng's waist.

Then he heard Feng Qisong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

— Pound, thump.

He was shy at first, then amused.The second brother Feng, who is usually calm and calm, actually makes his heart beat faster because of his hug.

What kind of existence is he to him?

Bai Hemian pretended to be asleep, and put his cheek on his chest muscle. As expected, his heartbeat became more and more rapid, and there was also the sound of disordered breathing from above his head. The arm that was constantly raised and lowered finally hugged his waist firmly. .

Bai Hemian's whole body softened, he bent his legs, and kept rubbing Feng Qisong's ankle with his toes.

He was ignorant, and wanted to get close to Second Brother Feng, so he did so. It was all based on instinct. He was not doing well, but Feng Qisong was hurt.

While enduring the churning desire, Second Master Feng restrained his rapid panting, for fear of waking up the young master, but he really couldn't bear to part with the body that was lingering in his arms.

Then Bai Hemian, who was rubbing happily, suddenly felt a ball of fire between his legs, he was stunned, and belatedly realized what he had done, his face was burning hot.

Bai Hemian was glad that Feng Qisong had turned off the lamp beside the bed, otherwise his pretending to sleep would definitely be revealed, how would he explain what he did then?

Forget it, there is nothing to explain, just touch it if you want.

He put his hand on Second Brother Feng's chest.

It's not soft, but it gives him a sense of security.

The conflicting emotions that had been lingering in his heart collapsed, Bai Hemian bit his lip, twisted it twice hesitantly, and at the same time he pressed Feng Qisong even tighter, separated his legs slightly, and vainly clamped the fire.

Even though he knew from birth that he would have children and that he was destined to marry a man in the future, Bai Hemian never thought about lying on the same bed with another man and making such intimate gestures.

Even if it is an "old friend" who has been tempted before, he is more willing to regard the other party as a confidant.

But second brother Feng is different.

Bai Hemian racked his brains to think about the difference between Feng Qisong, but unfortunately to no avail, he just followed his heart to get close to the second elder brother of the Feng family, no matter how close he was, he would not feel disgusted.

Bai Hemian thought about it, and when he was sleepy, he forgot about the fire between his legs until he couldn't help but sneezed loudly——

He blinked, and across the boundless night, met Feng Qisong's scorching gaze.

It is too hypocritical to pretend to sleep after sneezing.

But he was still holding Second Brother Feng between his arms. Even though he could push this action to his drowsy self, it was midsummer right now, and there was no such thing as looking for a heat source.

Bai Hemian's heart turned a thousand times, and he was stunned for a moment.

It was Feng Qisong who reacted first, thinking that he had frightened Young Master Bai, so he quickly separated his legs, and took the initiative to step back: "Sorry."

The hoarse voice swirled at the tip of Bai Hemian's heart, making his brain hot and sticky again.