Chapter 110: I want to kiss you so badly handsome uncle still has to follow ......

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu sit in silence in the car.

Before they went to prison, there was some hope in their hearts.

But there was no expectation that the end result would be like this.

"Sha Hong is the latest to be targeted." He Yu folded his hands on the steering wheel, his face 'sullen' and cold as he spoke to Xie Qingcheng, "There was nothing like that when I was looking for him before. Someone is following me."

Xie Qingcheng is sitting in the passenger seat, looking out of the window at the night.

The darkness never seems to end.

"I always knew they would follow me, so I kept my eyes peeled, even saying that Sha Hong's visit was a choreographed visit, and always pushing the guards to move the second visit forward. But ......"

"It's no use," Xie Qingcheng says. Xie Qingcheng said, "All they have to do is look into Sha Hong's and they'll know it's a fish they've missed. You've shown your face too much at Canton Tower, you'll be watched very closely. I think you should have told me about this earlier."

He Yu was annoyed: "But I didn't want to get you involved in the first place."

Xie Qingcheng's hand paused as he was about to reach for his cigarette, and he looked at He Yu in confusion.

He Yu coughed and grimaced, "I think you'll hold me back - and don't smoke."

Xie Qingcheng looked at the box and saw that the last cigarette was left in it, so he gave up.

He put the cigarette back in his pocket, raised his hand to 'rub' his brow and sighed tiredly, not saying anything more to He Yu.

He Yu: " How is Xie Xue doing these days?"

"The fever comes on and off, and when it gets a little better it flares up again." Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes and tilts his head, sighing, "There are still no major problems, but it's going to be a pain in the ass if it keeps going on like this."

He paused for a moment, his eyelashes drooping as he gazed at He Yu: "...... I didn't think you'd still care so much about Xie Xue. I thought you wouldn't want to deal with more after your fight."

It is true that He Yu had no intention of interacting with Xie Xue, but in the end, Xie Xue was his old friend and Xie Qingcheng's sister, and even if the incident had nothing to do with rn-13, he could not just sit back and do nothing.

So he was silent for a moment and said, "We've been together for so many years, after all, it's only natural that I should care."

Xie Qingcheng glanced at him.

There was more than a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He Yu didn't notice his eyes, and to make his suddenly depressed mood better, he swiped the car's control panel and put on some music to listen to.

Little did he know that the first song that popped up was 'yhearillgoon', which he had been looping over and over again these days.

"everynightydreasiseeyou,ifeelyou......"

The song instantly brought the two back to a cold, harsh, life-threatening photographic reservoir where the atmosphere suddenly became odd.

As He Yu listened to the song, he slowly shifted his attention away from thinking about Sha Hong's distressing incident.

During the song, Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a moment, " Sha Hong, don't blame yourself too much for the incident, there are some circumstances that are really beyond our control."

"As for Xie Xue: it still seems to be very important in your mind. Thank you for still being there to do that."

He Yu: "......"

The man more or less soothed his tone and reassured him, "The home hospital in is very reliable, so you don't have to worry too much for the time being."

"......"

He Yu listened to his reassuring words without saying a word, but his heart was hard.

He thought - how could Xie Qingcheng not understand his heart?

How can Xie Qingcheng not understand that he can't let go of Xie Xue in all this, not only because of Xie Xue himself, but because of his brother ......

yhearillgoon, yhearillgoon.

He was so distracted that he suddenly wanted to turn sideways and kiss Xie Qingcheng and tell him everything.

But he does not; his heart must sink down with jack, and with the heart of the ocean.

The urge in his body began to grow again, so he kicked the front panel of the driver's seat in annoyance and cursed under his breath.

To be honest, He Yu really wanted to pin Xie Qingcheng down on the passenger side, undress him and make love to him in the car. But he just ended up grumpily grabbing some of his forehead hair and turning his head away with a grimace.

To give his gloomy insides some air, he simply lowered the car windows.

It's still early spring and it's cold at the beginning of the year, but it's also extremely cold at night.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't know what's going on in the middle of his song, but he leans over and tries to close the window.

This made He Yu even more agitated: "What are you doing?"

"Close the window."

"I just hit it."

"Don't you feel cold?"

"......" He Yu was aggravated and hot, and someone who made him aggravated and hot was now poking his way to close his window.

He had to lean back as far as he could to keep Xie Qingcheng from touching his chest. Even though Xie Qingcheng was clearly avoiding him, there was only so much space in the car, and with all the avoidance, the distance between them was still very close.

He Yu stared at the man, his bloodlust and tyranny racing up and down.

He clenched his fist in silence, his nails sinking into his palm, almost deep enough to seep blood.

He had to do it, otherwise he might suddenly flip out, sweep away his composure, rip off his disguise, and roughly push Xie Qingcheng down, which didn't seem so bad now that the man was poking around in the driver's seat anyway.

He finally couldn't help himself and leapt Xie Qingcheng, looking at him fiercely and indifferently, "Aren't you going to put on a shirt if you're cold? I'm only twenty years old and all I feel is hot!"

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what was wrong with him again, why he suddenly lost his temper after a good day.

But there was also too much happening tonight.

He didn't want to, and didn't bother with him much.

The man looked at the boy quietly for just a moment, then said, "...... forget it. If you don't have anything else, I'll get off."

"Where are you going!"

"Take a taxi home."

He Yu is really angry with him and is practically crying from him.

"You ...... you go! You take a taxi to go you! Delayed you today between, want me you reimburse the road expenses ah?" He said also to the car storage box to find money, actually also really he found a bunch of five ten yuan, presumably before the driver in the toll booth to find the change.

He shoved some of the change into Xie Qingcheng and said angrily, "Go on, you're going down now."

Xie Qingcheng: "You don't calm down."

"No!" He Yu said.

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to argue with him anymore, so he put the money back in the storage box and got out of the car to leave.

As a result, He Yu locked the passenger door again while asking him to leave.

"......" Xie Qingcheng convinced him completely and turned back, "What do you really want?"

He Yu opened his mouth, his chest heaving with emotion, clearly agitated but not knowing how to vent it. After he had decided not to bother Xie Qingcheng, it was as if there was no reason for all the 'treachery' he had committed, and when Xie Qingcheng asked him what he really wanted, his first reaction was to kiss him.

And this is not allowed.

So the dragon wailed, but he did not know what to do with his treasured, yet scalding, treasure.

He Yu finally simply got out of the car himself, throwing the door open and looking at him out of the window with red eyes, fierce and stubborn, as if he wanted Xie Qingcheng to see what was in store for him.

He ended up saying, "I've had enough of you, I'm sick of seeing you, take the car, I'll take a taxi! I'll take a taxi home, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He Yu was gone before he could get back to his senses.

Halfway through the walk, the brat actually picked up a stone from the ground and turned around and smashed it against Xie Qingcheng's car - which ended up smashing into his own six million dollar car, rubbing off a piece of paint that cost more than 100,000.

Xie Qingcheng Of course not. He Yu has a six million dollar car, he can't afford to pay for it if it gets scratched or cut, so he'll have to let He Yu rip him off.

So he got off too.

Seeing him coming down too, He Yu stood in the cold night air and shouted at Xie Qingcheng, "What are you doing down here?"

"I said, I'll take a taxi home."

He Yu stood there with his teeth gritted, his eyes red with anger, and finally rushed after him, taking off his jacket as he ran and throwing it at Xie Qingcheng.

"Well, well, well! Here you go! Get out of here! I'm sick of looking at you!"

Xie Qingcheng thought he was unbelievable, what did this man mean? One moment he was talking nicely, and then suddenly he was hitting him with stones and leaving him with his car.

Again, he wants to stomp on his nose and lend him his clothes.

"Aren't you afraid I'll sell your clothes?"

"You, you, you sell!" He Yu had intended to say this with great force, but a cold breeze blew in, freezing him to a shudder and making his speech stutter and his lips instantly freeze a little white.

He Yu shivered, furious: "You sell! It's not like you didn't, didn't sell ......"

Xie Qingcheng looked at the young man shivering in place and found him a little bit funny and pathetic even though he found him unbelievable.

This man is god sick, right?

...... is also, indeed, a godsend.

Xie Qingcheng took the clothes, which still carried He Yu's residual warmth, and threw them back on the boy.

"Get dressed and don't turn around and call me again if you get sick."

"I you call and you answer?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't care about him anymore, he thought it would be endless.

There are so many things to worry about now that he doesn't want to argue with He Yu over a dress for so long.

He returned the clothes and turned to leave.

He Yu: " Xie Qingcheng! I'm asking you a question! This time! Will you answer when I call you!"

"Xie Qingcheng!"

Xie Qingcheng was deaf to the dragon's roar, he was freezing to death at night, he saw an empty car approaching and was about to reach out to stop it, when suddenly there were footsteps behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he bumped into He Yu's face at close range.

Then He Yu grabbed his whole body and dragged him back to the car.

Xie Qingcheng: "...... I 'fuck' you. You I let go!"

This time it was He Yu's turn to be annoyed and deaf.

Xie Qingcheng's original physique and strength were more than enough to take down He Yu, but he was now in increasingly poor physical condition, a far cry from the young man at his physical peak.

He Yu carried him forcefully back into the car and slammed the door shut with a bang, before sinking his own face into the driver's seat.

Xie Qingcheng is so angry that his brain hurts.

He was already anxious about Sha Hong's sudden death, and now that He Yu was going back and forth, his forehead was throbbing with veins.

He Yu was so irritated by his indifference that his mind went out of control, his ears buzzed, and he kicked the accelerator and drove forward.

He didn't really know where he wanted to take Xie Qingcheng, so he parked the car at a quick hotel and dragged Xie Qingcheng inside with a stern face.

Dozing shop assistant: "...hey? Hey! Hey! What's up!"

He Yu threw his ID and wallet directly at the party, and the words were fierce: "Room."

Xie Qingcheng earns He Yu: "What are you mad about!"

Without a word, He Yu glanced at him with red eyes and turned his appalling gaze on the clerk: "A king-size room."

The shopkeeper saw the eager faggot, but never such an eager faggot, and then looked at the man next to the handsome boy with an embarrassed look on his face, thinking that this is not rape, right? Should we call the police?

"Come on!"

Shop assistant: "Please, please show your ID, the other gentleman also needs to show ......"

He Yu: "You don't have to register him, I live alone, he's a guest."

Shop assistant: "......"

It was because the young master He Yu's eyes were too fierce and the clerk was no hardened warrior, so in the end, He Yu checked in quickly and handed him a room card.

He Yu dragged Xie Qingcheng towards the room.

In the darkness He Yu pushed Xie Qingcheng into the room without a light and locked the door with a click in the dark.

It was now just the two of them in this separate space.

He Yu stares at Xie Qingcheng's face from a very close distance in the darkened entrance hall.

He had never stayed in such a dirty, cheap little hotel before, and had just pulled up with one foot on the gas, and he didn't actually know why he was parked underneath such a shitty hotel.

He didn't even know what he was dragging Xie Qingcheng in for.

In the normal way of thinking, what is the point of having a house? You should do what you have to do.

This is what He Yu yearns for deep down.

He was particularly eager to bring back the Xie Qingcheng of New Year's Eve, a night of unprecedented violence and passion. All the initiative seemed to be Xie Qingcheng's, but Xie Qingcheng belonged to him completely.

Who knew it was the last dinner?

He Yu wrapped his arms around Xie Qingcheng's waist and crotch, his eyes red as he stared at him, rolling the knot of his throat up and down as he pushed the man against the basement coat rack.

The two of them are in a somewhat similar emotional state tonight as they were on New Year's Eve.

Both men were distraught by the death of Sha Hong.

The last time Xie Qingcheng was in turmoil, he had unprecedentedly seduced him. Perhaps that's why this time He Yu has some subtle hidden thoughts in his mind, as he seems to be vaguely hoping that Xie Qingcheng will also rely on him this time when he is in a depressed mood.

But not Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu was particularly uncomfortable, and this uncomfortable feeling festered and swelled up in their arguments, eventually prompting He Yu to drag Xie Qingcheng to the cheapest hotel in the neighbourhood without thinking.

It's just that it's easier to get a room than to get things done, and as soon as He Yu stares into Xie Qingcheng's cold, sober eyes, he remembers the way Xie Qingcheng sat by the window after they'd done it on New Year's Eve, quietly smoking a post-mortem cigarette.

Waiting for Xie Qingcheng should be really quite heartbroken, he is really pained and troubled by the relationship.

He Yu's morbid state had a touch of sanity in it, and that sanity became the puppet silk that controlled his body. It kept him from really doing Xie Qingcheng in an impulsive way.

But it's too much to do nothing when you're in a house.

And really, if he did, he would bully the only one of his kind and would also hurt the party very much physically and mentally.

He Yu was in a battle of heaven and earth, and finally he was so angry that he slammed his head against the wall next to Xie Qingcheng, closing his eyes and grinding his head painfully against the wall.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He Yu is still pressed against him in this position, the youth's hand clasping his wrist with its slender tattoo.

Even, from an outsider's viewpoint, their figures were just overlapping in the entrance hall, as if they were kissing intimately and in a realistic way.

But Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu had not kissed him.

He Yu just rested his head against the wall at the back of his side, near the nape of his neck, and he could clearly feel He Yu's breath, rolling against his skin.

After a long time, He Yu straightened up suddenly.

His eyes burned red with anger, aggression, and desire, all becoming a haze at the bottom of his eyes.

He Yu said hoarsely, "Forget it. Let's not do it, I won't do it. I'm leaving."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"Don't you stop me."

Xie Qingcheng He was whole 'confused': "No one is stopping you."

He Yu's face was almost blue as he was kicked in the face, and he stammered, "Goodbye, goodbye."

Xie Qingcheng's emotional processor is a big straight man dows98 system and doesn't understand at all what He Yu means by this.

He Yu turned around and left.

He felt that if he didn't go, he would really have to do something to mutilate his own kind. His kind had an icy attitude, but every move stirred the fire in his heart.

He really wanted to relive the dream of love with him in particular.

So he had to leave.

Xie Qingcheng said, "Unlike animals, human beings have self-control.

As a result, He Yu walks away, leaving Xie Qingcheng alone in the room, the man's always sober mind clouded by the boy. He did not know what the point of He Yu's set of 'manipulations' was.

His tall body was still leaning against the wall, and his eyes, always cold and sharp, were now a little 'confused', and after a moment he took the cigarette case out of his pocket, biting the filter paper in a skilful manner, and lit the last cigarette.

Exhaling softly from the smoke, he suddenly realised that He Yu's clothes were still on him.

He doesn't like wearing other people's clothes and doesn't want He Yu to freeze in the cold night.

So he came back to his senses and gave chase.

He Yu is checking in at the front desk.

The receptionist surveyed He Yu with an unabashedly subtle look.

It's not even fifteen minutes, plus the time it takes to undress and shower and get dressed, three minutes.

It looked quite imposing and the young man was quite handsome and spirited, but the result was actually only three minutes.

So when the receptionist saw Xie Qingcheng's wintry face, he wasn't the least bit surprised -

Who would be comfortable with this?

Xie Qingcheng: "Your clothes."

He Yu ignored him, signed the papers and left.

Xie Qingcheng didn't do anything and went to drape the clothes over the boy's shoulders.

Because of this fatherly action, the receptionist at the Express Hotel had the same thought as the receptionist at the Empty Night Club a long time ago - the receptionist looked at He Yu and then at Xie Qingcheng in shock, thinking that he had thought wrongly before, that it was not this young man who was chasing him for three minutes, but this handsome man who was chasing him. It was the handsome man who had come out.

This is where the plot that Little Brother has brainstormed changes completely to one where the older man takes care of the pretty male college student, yet because he doesn't let the younger boy enjoy himself enough, the boy leaves in a negative manner like an aunt.

The handsome uncle still has to follow and the aunt drapes her clothes.

He Yu turned around and glared at Xie Qingcheng, probably really angry, and spoke very harshly: "Uncle, how long are you going to argue with me over a piece of clothing?"

Xie Qingcheng, who was unprecedentedly called uncle, didn't mind, so he smoked his cigarette and didn't say anything. Probably thinking it was useless to talk to his fractious aunt, he went to the front desk and said, "I'll pay the bill."

The receptionist looked condemningly at the man who had bagged a male college student and made him pay: "A young man paid for it."

Xie Qingcheng is really annoyed to death, chewing on his cigarette, turning back to coldly and vaguely He Yu said, "Paypal call. I'll transfer you."

He Yu is Xie Qingcheng's headache.

He couldn't take it any more, cursing, and suddenly grabbed Xie Qingcheng and headed outside with the same brutal gesture as they had come. The two of them spent the whole day going round and round, from the narrow alley to the car, and from the car to the fast hotel, where they ended up doing nothing, and after a fight they went back to the car.

What a thing for two psychopaths to do.

He Yu pushed Xie Qingcheng violently into the spacious back seat of the Cullinan and pressed himself against it with red eyes. With one hand clutching Xie Qingcheng's wrist, he lifted his other hand and swiped the stray strands of hair from Xie Qingcheng's forehead, stroking his broad forehead and his shapely brow.

Only the hands were shaking slightly from the intense desire and extreme restraint.

He Yu's eyes were confused and mesmerised as they peeked into the depths of Xie Qingcheng's peachy eyes. The soundproofing in the Cullinan is so good that they can't hear the sounds outside, only each other's breathing and heartbeats.

He Yu stroked Xie Qingcheng's brow and forehead, each stroke like a sweet spring of water for a thirsty beast on the verge of death, but it was far from enough .......

The closer He Yu gets to him the hotter he gets, he is his agar, his poppy, his poison 'and his antidote'.

He looked down at the man beneath him, and he couldn't help but recall the kind of passion this man had unleashed on him on New Year's Eve. Even if there was more of a self-destruction in that passion ......

In such an atmosphere, Xie Qingcheng felt for the first time in his life that he had no face for He Yu's eyes. He turned his face away.

He Yu, however, pinched his face in the next instant and turned it around again, 'forcing' him to look at himself, and he found that Xie Qingcheng's gaze, though cold, seemed to have a hint of disarray in it at last.

He was so hot that after a few seconds of ignoring Xie Qingcheng again, his breathing became heavy and rapid, and then he suddenly dug his hands into Xie Qingcheng's dark hair, held his head and kissed him with his eyelashes down -