Chapter 15: We sleep on a sofa bed

The two stood in this tiny lounge, which had just been vacated and had little else, just an old sofa bed and a chair for clothes, the furnishings were almost as bizarre as some of the hair washing places that should have been clamped down on.

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He Yu threw the phone away and turned back to Xie Qingcheng, "Why don't you take a break, you're getting old."

Xie Qingcheng grimaced, "Do I need to be given a seat and a bed?"

He Yu had been tired for so long and didn't want to spend his energy on breaking up with Xie Qingcheng: "Forget it, this sofa bed isn't too small, I'll sleep without disturbing anyone, do you mind?"

That's where the lad's poise gives way.

He Yu had never slept with anyone, and the bed was a place to rest for his personal memories, but Xie Qingcheng was different, and a married man always had some strange feelings about sharing a bed.

So Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly, "I'm not sleepy, I'll just sit."

But his face was a little pale, and even though he had been holding himself together, there was a hint of weariness that could not be hidden between his eyebrows.

He Yu said, "I'm not going to eat you, so what are you afraid of? Afraid I'll go crazy and kill you in the middle of the night?"

Xie Qingcheng: "...... What the hell are you talking about."

This psychotic young man is quite sensitive at heart.

Xie Qingcheng was also really sleepy, after a day of tossing and turning, even a beast's strength should be exhausted, he didn't have the energy to toss and turn with He Yu any more, and sighed, "Then go to sleep."

When he had finished, he fell backwards onto the sofa bed and fell asleep on his side, facing the wall. After a while he felt the other side of the bed sink slightly, and then he heard He Yu lying down not far behind him.

Xie Qingcheng was still a little uncomfortable, he didn't like the idea of someone sleeping next to him. He is young and hot, and even though they are not close together, Xie Qingcheng can still feel his heat and breath clearly in this small space, and when it is quiet around him, he can hear even He Yu's soft breathing.

Xie Qingcheng can't relax.

He was never a family man, a protector, and when he was very young Xie Xue slept next to him, and later Li Ruoqiu, the kind of woman he could barely fit into his territory, was the kind of woman who needed to rely on him.

But the aura of an eighteen or nine-year-old boy is different. That same androgynous, hormonal aura makes Xie Qingcheng uncomfortable; the aggression He Yu gives him is too heavy for him to get used to.

So he moved to the edge of the bed with his eyes closed and frowning again.

Move it around a bit more.

Re-......

"If you move any further, you should sleep on the floor." Suddenly a cool voice sounded behind him.

He Yu suddenly got up, propped up his hand, and before Xie Qingcheng could react, he pressed right up against him, half of his body was on top of him, and the breath of a teenager rushed against Xie Qingcheng in a forceful and reckless manner.

Xie Qingcheng opened his peachy eyes, "What are you doing?"

He Yu misunderstood Xie Qingcheng's intention to stay away from him and thought that Xie Qingcheng thought he was sick, so he got a little malicious and pressed his body lower, pressing his lips against the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck, showing some faint tips of his teeth under his lips as he spoke, and he whispered, "Sick, trying to kill you to silence you. Do you want to run away now."

Fucking psycho!

Xie Qingcheng knew that he was uncomfortable and was deliberately trying to belittle himself, so his tone was very cold and hard: "Get off me first.

"I'll take the phone." Instead of going down, He Yu pressed down even lower.

Xie Qingcheng, whether he was actually holding the phone or not, couldn't stand the broken safe distance, He Yu was so close to him that his breath was momentarily filled with the heat from another young male.

Xie Qingcheng turned his face sideways for a moment, feeling too uncomfortable, he got up at once, clutched He Yu's wrists, his body bowed like a cheetah, his shoulder blades spreading like butterflies, and pinned He Yu down without a word, teaching him a lesson.

"......" He Yu whispered, "What are you jumping on me for, aren't you afraid of me."

"What am I afraid of you for? I'll teach you to be honest."

"......"

He Yu then stopped talking.

After a moment, he sighed softly, "Brother, you're hurting me, you know."

After realising that Xie Qingcheng only resented men being too close to him, rather than wanting to stay away from mental illness, He Yu stopped resisting and let Xie Qingcheng hold his hand tightly over him, letting the man's figure be reflected in his eyes.

His tone and his eyes were light, so light that they were even a little morbid.

"Fine, fine. I'm honest. Why don't you please hand me the phone."

Xie Qingcheng is very uncomfortable with being oppressed, but he is less uncomfortable when he is looking down on a young man who is also male, who is ultimately too manly to enjoy any feeling of being invaded and subjugated in front of the same sex.

So he didn't bother talking to He Yu any more, he got up and went to the side and found He Yu's mobile phone. I guess he didn't care about it earlier.

He handed the phone to He Yu.

"Thanks." He Yu took it and tilted his head to scratch the screen, carelessly, "Dr. Xie, we're both male and there's nothing wrong with our sexual orientation, what are you so nervous about, not having slept in the same bed with a man?"

Xie Qingcheng's voice was very cold: "I'm used to being alone."

He Yu smiled, still looking at his phone, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly with his breathing, like a layer of frost in the light of the screen, "So you used to sleep separately from your sister-in-law too?"

The tone is quite sarcastic.

Xie Qingcheng knew that when he looked at the mental patients today, he had a feeling that the rabbit had died and the fox was sad.

But as bad as he is, he has no responsibility or obligation to be a dumping ground for him to vent his frustrations.

Besides, how much better could he be?

Xie Qingcheng looked at him with an even colder look, almost a reprimand.

"Go to sleep and leave me alone."

Rolled over and lay back down again.

He Yu was much simpler, he was younger and had no intention of really resting, just lying down and being comfortable. He stared at Xie Qingcheng for a while, thinking how this man was so fatherly, lecturing him as if he were his son.

I really need to find a wedding dress and force him to wear it sometime. If he wears it, he probably won't be able to hold his head up in front of him for the rest of his life.

With this in mind, He Yu was bored, so he opened his mobile shopping site again and typed in the word "wedding dress".

The styles that jump out are normal, very pretty and very stately, as if they don't achieve the best results.

He Yu pondered for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Xie Qingcheng's back, and then lowered his eyes to add a key word.

"Humiliation."

This time the pages are fantastic.

What halter black silk halter white silk halter lace, bondage erotic, semi-transparent sarong, a wide variety of styles, He Yu brushed and brushed, eyebrows are slightly raised.

It's funny how the human imagination knows no bounds when it comes to pleasure seeking.

Whenever he saw one that interested him, he took his mobile phone and compared it to Xie Qingcheng's back, imagining how Xie Qingcheng would look one day in his hands, tied up and changed into these clothes, and he wasn't sleepy at all anymore.

As a child, he was quite afraid of Xie Qingcheng, but this is often the way males grow up: the more oppressive the mountains that loom over them as youngsters, the more they want to overturn them as they grow up, and by overturning those mountains and snowfields and reversing the position, the teenagers feel that they have really matured and taken the initiative they have longed for.

This is why He Yu found it so pleasurable to contradict Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu was probably so engrossed that he inadvertently clicked on a live page and forgot to put his phone on silent.

So, inside this cramped lounge of less than ten square meters came the whispered voice of the anchor, "This erotic wedding dress is really super beautiful, wear it on your wedding night, your husband won't be able to hold it ......"

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He Yu: "......"

He hoped that Xie Qingcheng was asleep.

But unfortunately, Xie Qingcheng turned to him and looked at him with a very cold look, exactly the same as before, a knife-edge look that seemed to cut He Yu's heart open.

"What are you doing."

He Yu didn't want to hide anything, so he smiled slightly and was quite gentlemanly: "I use shopping sites."

"Buying a wedding dress?"

"Can't you watch it without buying it."

Xie Qingcheng was also annoyed with him, so he sneered, "What wedding dress are you looking at, for who?"

He Yu's eyes flowed and he pondered silently for a moment, thinking, if he said, "Here, wear this, will Xie Qingcheng just kill him?

Murder in a police station is not a good thing and can reflect very badly on the people's public servants.

So He Yu demurely said, "It doesn't seem to have much to do with you."

"......" Xie Qingcheng's face was frosty as he said coldly, "Turn off your phone. Stop looking at all this nonsense. You're so young, you don't even have a date to brush up on this kind of stuff."

His tone was a little cold, and his eyes were tinged with dislike, which made He Yu more or less uncomfortable.

Who is he to care so much about him.

And what is the relationship between the two of them?

He Yu suddenly wanted to mess with him a bit.

So he looked into his peach blossom eyes, was quiet for a moment, and slowly, rather sarcastically, smiled that meaningful smile, "You don't have to be anxious for me, Xie, I'll be seeing someone soon."

After a pause, he added -

"I'll have to learn from you when the time comes, you're an elder, you've been there, you've been married and divorced, you're experienced and know how to treat a girl well. I'll ask Professor Xie for advice later, and the professor will remember to give me more guidance."

At this point, there was a brilliant gleam in his eyes, and his smile was a little heavier in its gangliness and malice.

"But there's one thing I'm curious about. You said that you and Sister Li have been married for so long, how come she doesn't have any children?"

Xie Qingcheng's face had sunk: "......"

The boy, who had acted so refined and cultured in front of everyone during the day, was at this moment like a vicious animal that had returned to its den and shed its human clothes, his almond eyes glancing down lazily, his voice tinged with a bit of a flirtatious laugh: "You're not unable, are you?"

After a few seconds of silence, Xie Qingcheng dragged him by his collar and threw him to the ground, along with his pillow and quilt, burying him alive.

He Yu wanted to provoke him, but he didn't want to provoke him so much.

Xie Qingcheng is really on fire.

He was unenthusiastic about sex, very somewhat aloof, yet what the hell was this bugger talking about over there?

"He Yu ."

Xie Qingcheng stared at him, ice dross in his eyes and voice.

-- "Are you fucking childish."

With that he got up, straightened his clothes and left, the lounge door slamming shut behind him with a "bang!" The door of the lounge was slammed shut behind him.

Xie Qingcheng went outside the porch of the police station to have a cigarette.

He hated it when people brought up Li Ruoqiu in front of him, but He Yu stung him with anything.

He now leaned back against the porch door post, his clothes scattered and his hair in disarray, his meticulously austere and cold look stripped away, his green haze smouldering again, his brow hiding some annoyance, his eyes pulling in some blood, his withered, dry lips biting the cigarette filter, his eyes vacant, exuding an air of decadent beauty rarely seen on a normal day.

After a while a young male officer darted over and handed him a cold beer: "Not in a good mood, comrade? I understand, it's just that tonight - hey? Brother Xie? How come it's you?"

Xie Qingcheng returned to his senses and dropped his gaze on the male officer.

"...... Chen Man ."

Chen Man is an acquaintance of Xie Qingcheng.

Chen Man's original name was actually Chen Yan, but since he was a bit fast at everything, his family really wanted him to be a bit quieter, so they gave him the gag name Chen Man, and gradually everyone preferred to call him Chen Man instead of Chen Yan on his ID card.

Xie Qingcheng and Chen Man knew each other because of his brother. Chen Man's brother was also a police officer and a disciple of Xie Qingcheng's father, but he was later killed. Chen Man enrolled in the same field as his brother in his university entrance exams and is now working his way up from the grassroots.

"Brother Xie, why are you involved in this case." As soon as Chen Man saw it was him, his fast-paced movements slowed down, and he stood beside him, opened his beer and handed it to him.

"It's a long story." Xie Qingcheng sighed, chewed on his cigarette, took the cold beer and gave Chen Man a slight lean to thank him before leaning back against the pillar, distracted, and staring into the night.

Chen Man, seeing that he had no intention of explaining, stood with him for a while and said, "Brother Xie, are you cold, or should I give you my clothes ......"

"It's fine, it's not cold, what's cold about it on a hot day."

"It's already autumn by the season ......"

Xie Qingcheng was getting annoyed and thought the boy was rambling so much, so he said, "Go away, I'm not in the mood. Thank you for the beer."

"It's really okay?"

"It's really okay."

Chen Man just took one step back and walked away.

"Wait." Xie Qingcheng suddenly called out to him again, "Come back."

Chen Man came flying back again.

Xie Qingcheng tugged on his police uniform. They had been close to each other for a long time, and Xie Qingcheng didn't have to be polite, so he reached into his uniform and took out a pack of cigarettes.

Although Chen Man doesn't smoke, he carries a box of cigarettes with him to make things easier when he runs around the department.

Xie Qingcheng smoothed away his cigarette before fixing his uniform and patting him on the shoulder, "Let's go."

"...... Oh. You smoke less then brother. You're smoking too hard with this now."

Xie Qingcheng ignores him again and just leans against the pillar to finish his cigarette.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came again behind him.

Xie Qingcheng was impatient: "Don't you work at night?"

"What do I do for a living."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng looked back and it was not Chen Man who had returned, but He Yu who had come out.

As soon as Xie Qingcheng saw that it was him, his eyes grew even colder and he turned his eyes away without saying a word.

He Yu stood next to him in silence for a moment and spoke reluctantly, "Dr. Xie, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry about you and your sister-in-law ......"

Xie Qingcheng's anger that he had been holding back finally burst out at this point, as He Yu had been too ignorant and had provoked him too much. He had been holding back because of his calm nature.

But the apology was like a kind of sarcasm, which offended him even more. He would have tolerated it if He Yu had not spoken to him in such a polite manner, but he became angry when he heard He Yu's human apologies, because it meant that He Yu was not really sincere, but just like his parents, a businessman going through the motions as if to make up, and that even the apology template looked like a capitalist's manifesto.

All his boredom came to a head at that moment and he threw the beer Chen Man had just offered him in He Yu's face with a crash.

"What are you sorry about?"

The cold, biting beer dripping down the drain is no match for Xie Qingcheng's icy tone.

"I don't hear you apologizing. That disguise of yours is fine in front of others, it's useless in front of me. What do you look like that I haven't seen?"

"......" He Yu didn't say anything, for the first time in his life someone dared to splash him with liquor and he didn't even have time to react.

"And." Xie Qingcheng said fiercely, "Stop talking about your sister-in-law, she and I are divorced, and even if we're not, I'm not your real brother and she's not your sister-in-law. I'm tired of looking at you tonight, don't let me see you again!"

He Yu was quiet for a moment and said, word for word, "So what do you want me to do, swallow what was said?"

The water beaded up between his dark eyebrows, and He Yu was such a pervert that for a moment, he managed to slowly crack a smile, only it seemed a little gruesome in its gentleness: "Or do I have to get down on my knees and say sorry to you to be sincere."

"You don't have to do anything."

With that Xie Qingcheng squeezed the empty beer can raw, stared He Yu in the eye and threw the can into the trash.

"He Yu, just remember, I may be a failure in my love life, but it's not your turn to laugh at me, because you're so hypocritical and sick to others, and there's no one else who can genuinely like you either. -- Didn't you just say you were going to confess soon? You go and try."

"......"

"I don't care who you like, if she can stay with you for more than a month, I'll take your fucking name."