Overspill

On the way back, Yu Ci didn't make a fuss at all. He and Qiao Hexing sat in the back seat of the taxi. Although the rush hour for getting off work was over, the road was still a bit congested.

Yu Ci leaned against Qiao Hexing's arms, his breath smelled like a mixture of fruit and alcohol, and his hair was soft against Qiao Hexing's neck.

If Yu Ci was sober, he would never dare to lean in Qiao Hexing's arms like this, or he might slip away at the speed of light.

But his brain had been clouded by alcohol.

He only knew that the person by his side was the person he instinctively wanted to get close to, and this person was still very gentle to him, holding his hand all the time, and the palms of the two were intimately attached to each other.

Yu Ci kept looking at the colorful lights outside the car window, those lights shone on his eyes through the window, like colorful sequins, mixed together.

He suddenly laughed, and there was no reason, just feeling good now for no reason.

Qiao Hexing entered the house with Yu Ci in his arms.

Yu Ci had already told the butler in advance that he would not come back for dinner today, and he didn't know when he would be back, so no one was alarmed when they entered the door.

Yu Ci was already a little sleepy, and yawned a little in Qiao Hexing's arms.

Qiao Hexing could have handed him over to the housekeeper or any servant, each of them would take good care of Yu Ci, but he didn't let go, but went back to the room with Yu Ci in his arms.

He helped Yu Ci change into a clean nightgown, wiped his hands and face, and then stuffed him into the bed.

Yu Ci has been playing with him lazily, until Qiao Hexing stuffed him into the bed, then he stretched out his hand and secretly grabbed the corner of Qiao Hexing's clothes.

He didn't want Qiao Hexing to walk, but he didn't use much force on the corner of Qiao Hexing's clothes, and only pinched a small piece of fabric. As long as Qiao Hexing wanted to, he could pull away at any time.

But Qiao Hexing didn't move, he turned around and looked at Yu Ci.

But Yu Ci mumbled to himself vaguely, "Is his birthday coming soon?"

This sentence has no beginning and no end, and the voice is very vague, but in the quiet room, it can be heard surprisingly clearly.

Qiao Hexing's heart skipped a beat.

His birthday is less than half a month away.

He sat down beside Yu Ci, as if he knew the reason, but also as if he really didn't know, he asked, "Whose birthday is it?"

But Yu Ci refused to say it.

"His..." Yu Ci's eyes looked at the ceiling, a name was on the tip of his tongue, but he refused to say it out, like a lifelong treasure that could only be hidden in his heart and would not be easily revealed to others Outsiders, "people I like."

But he still has a lot to say about the person he likes and has no hope of crushing on.

During the daytime when he is sober, he can't speak, but when he is drunk, he seems to have found an outlet to pour out, nagging and trying to express all his hidden thoughts.

"Actually, I bought him a gift, but I couldn't give it out," Yu Ci frowned distressedly. He looked at Qiao Hexing, but it didn't look like he was looking at Qiao Hexing, "I didn't send out the Valentine's Day gift."

He pulled Xu Cheng to choose for a long time, but the gift is still hidden under his desk. The packaging of the gift is very beautiful, but he failed to live up to the beauty.

"Why not?" Qiao Hexing asked patiently.

Yu Ci's eyes blinked dully.

Why not send it?

This sentence made him a little overwhelmed.

But he was always a good boy, especially when he was drunk.

After a while, he said gloomily, "Because he doesn't like me."

There are too many people who like him, and I am just one of them.

"He may not have paid attention to me at all," Yu Ci said in a low voice, "He doesn't know that I like him either."

Qiao Hexing kept looking down at Yu Ci, not letting go of every expression on his face.

Yu Ci's mood dropped significantly.

He was lying on the bed, and the lights were not turned on in the room, which made the contours of his face extraordinarily soft, and his eyes were bright, as if reflecting a lake.

Qiao Hexing's hand gently covered Yu Ci's forehead, and Yu Ci gently clung to him like a kitten being comforted.

Yu Ci was already drunk, he might not be able to see who the person in front of him was at all, but he looked at Qiao Hexing with such wet eyes, so obedient, as if he could do anything to him.

It makes people's hearts burn unconsciously.

For a moment, Qiao Hexing wanted to bow his head and kiss him.

Put aside those heavy and complicated thoughts of your own, just listen to your instincts, kiss Yuci, let him call your name in a low voice, and won't resist when you are bullied until you cry.

But he didn't.

He restrained himself and sat beside Yu Ci's bed, keeping a gentleman's distance.

"How do you know that he hasn't paid attention to you?" Qiao Hexing asked slowly.

He knew that Yu Ci was already sleepy, and when he woke up tomorrow, he would forget everything about tonight, so he could say it without hesitation. "He knows." Qiao Hexing said.

He knew that the cold medicine hanging on the doorknob of his apartment was given by Yu Ci.

He knew that the bunch of eustomas that had not been signed was placed by Yu Ci on the window sill.

He also knew who the sight that was always hiding in the crowd but secretly falling on him belonged to.

Yu Ci always appeared unscrupulously in his life, but he still thought he was hiding well.

So stupid, yet so gentle.

Qiao Hexing's fingers did not know when, and lightly pressed Yu Ci's lips, as if he wanted to calm the burning heat in his heart.

Yu Ci's lips were soft, flower-like pink, Qiao Hexing's fingers gently pressed down, and his lips were slightly sunken.

And Yu Ci snorted softly.

He opened his lips slightly, and put Qiao Hexing's fingertips in his mouth.

This was a completely unconscious move, and Yu Ci made no further moves.

But Qiao Hexing felt that his fingertips were caught by Yu Ci's tongue.

Warm and humid.

Wrapped by Yu Ci's lips.

Qiao Hexing didn't move, but he felt that the room without the lights was too hot. It was already May, the end of spring, and there was a hint of summer in the air.

"Yu Ci..." Qiao Hexing called Yu Ci.

He actually wanted to ask Yu Ci, are you really drunk?

But Yu Ci looked at him innocently, he was already very sleepy, his eyes were foggy, he blinked and looked at Qiao Hexing for a while, then closed them unbearably.

And the tip of his tongue slipped over Qiao Hexing's fingertips, like a charming and nimble snake, circling around Qiao Hexing's fingertips.

Qiao Hexing looked at Yu Ci for a while longer before removing his hand from his lips.

He glanced sideways, the curtains were tightly drawn, but there was a faint shadow from the lights and moonlight outside, which penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and fell to the ground.

Today should have been a night with a bright moon and clear wind, not suitable for hustle and bustle.

But Qiao Hexing stared at Yu Ci with terrifyingly deep eyes.

By the time Qiao Hexing left the room, Yu Ci had already fallen into a deep sleep, her dark chestnut hair was scattered on the pillow, revealing a small white ear, half of her face was buried in the pillow.

Qiao Hexing stood by the door, glanced at him again, and then closed the door.

He went to the kitchen to get a can of frozen beer. He actually drank far more wine than Yu Ci today, but he wasn't drunk at all.

However, the alcohol still seemed to flow in his body, and there was a burning sensation in his blood, which made him shake in every possible way, and made his heart beat uncontrollably.

Yu Ci...

Qiao Hexing took a sip of beer, and the cold liquid flowed down his throat, and the name kept circling in his mind.

He knew he had never been a gentle, nice guy.

Not even a qualified lover.

He is greedy and unsatisfactory. He needs repeated confirmation and asks for a lot of love and tolerance before he can learn to love others.

Qiao Hexing squeezed the beer can in his hand. The aluminum can was easily deformed and made a fragile sound in the quiet living room.

Something in his heart was breaking out of the ground, like a seed of fire falling on the wasteland, which might eventually lead to a prairie fire.

Intellectually, he knew he should stop it.

But emotionally—

He was reluctant.