Chapter 47:

Shen Yan looked at Qi Qi blankly. Then, blinked his eyes.
"Drunk."
He repeated the words gently, as if it was the first time he heard that strange.
For the second time, his finger scratched a bit near the forehead. This time he supported his head, and he couldn't lift it up like he was pouring lead. So he could only bow his head and think hard, for a while, finally realized the meaning of the word, and shook his head very gently.
"No, not drunk."
Qi Qi saw a very clear answer here.
"Shen Yan," Qi Qi had taken care of drunken colleagues before. He had experience in this respect. Knowing that he could not deny each other at this time, he could only lead slowly. "Okay, we should all celebrate, tonight. That ’s it. I ’ll help you to rest, okay? "
He used a voice that was most suitable for him to read to the children before bed, and coaxed it gently and gently.
Because drunk people sometimes become childlike, be patient.
"Well." Shen Yan replied in a low voice, it seemed to remain a little sober. Qi Qi looked at his eyebrows tightly and kept his eyes closed, as if suffering from suffering, so he couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly got around the table and gently stroked his back for him.
Feeling the other person's closeness, Shen Yan opened his eyes, his eyes dazzled, his hand loosened from his painful temple, and subconsciously stretched out to look for Qi Qi.
Qi Qi did not dodge.
Shen Yan's fingers touched the shirt cloth around his waist and stopped for a while, then he slowly flattened his palms to cover it, groping for a while as if to make sure that the person in front of him actually existed. It's that outline, it's that sense of touch-yes, it's really Qi Qi. Shen Yan let out a breath slowly.
He did not know why he felt anxious. He can't let go of things that are usually easy to figure out, but he has to think hard and prove.
Qi Qi looked down and saw him making such a silly gesture with such a serious expression, and couldn't help laughing.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yan suddenly closed his arms and hugged him sideways, fearing that he would disappear and buried his head deeply in the position of his lower abdomen, his hands clasped behind him. Very strong.
"Qi Qi." The voice was dull because it was buried in clothes and said, "Don't go."
It is talking about the present and the future.
He did not know what the concept of drunkenness was.
But the position of the heart seemed to be empty. The original contents came into the brain, hitting the forehead violently, buzzing. One's own hands are always eager to hug something as comfort.
This feeling is uncomfortable, but it must be short-lived.
The reality that Qi Qin might leave in the future is uncomfortable for him.
At this moment, with the help of alcohol, he can force himself to say something sensible and not allowed to say when he is sober. At this time, whether it is self-willed or selfish, he can show frankly.
"Don't go ..."
The more hoarse it gets, the more the characters are connected and blurred.
Qi Qi listened to his pleading, and could not help but feel the sharp pain of acupuncture, letting him hug himself motionless and depend on each other. He even clasped his head with his hands and comforted him while combing his hair: "I'm here. Don't be afraid, I won't go."
Perhaps it was his comfort that worked. Shen Yan's breathing gradually stabilized, and his arms did not work as hard, entering a more stable state.
Qi Zhen then asked gently, tentatively: "Come back to your room and rest, I will help you get up, okay?"
Shen Yan rubbed his head twice on his shirt, unwilling to loosen it for a long time, and it took a long time to mumble "um". Qi Qi tried to press her hand on his shoulder at this time, pushing it back carefully, pulling away the distance. Shen Yan's two arms finally loosened, slowly lowered from his waist, but still insisted on grabbing the corner of his clothes, not letting him go.
"Your forehead is hot, does your head hurt?" Qi Qi certainly wouldn't go, but raised his hand and turned his bangs of hair bangs back to his temples to warm him.
"Well." Shen Yan's eyes were a little loose, and there was water in his eyes, so he couldn't blink.
"Can I stand up?"
"Well." His answer was simple and confused.
Qi Qi couldn't tell whether he understood or not. He had to stretch his hand over his armpit, and buckled it on his shoulder blade, making a gentle upward motion, signaling him to stand up.
Shen Yan really moved her knees, lowered her head in a dizzy look to find where her center of gravity fell on the floor, and then supported the table with her hands, slowly taking her body up. About halfway through, he stopped and rested for a while, Qi Qi realized that he might be unable to get off the plate, so he leaned over so that he could share some of his weight.
"Qi Qi," Shen Yan seemed to be a little more awake than he had just now, with a clear sense of guilt in his eyes, "... I'm sorry."
"What's the matter, and occasionally let me take care of you." Qi Qi just smiled.
Shen Yan didn't smile, frowned for a long time, and slowly stood firm under Qi Qi's patient support, but his head was still very heavy. The whole person was like a hot water bottle full of water, with a high body temperature, and every step forward, his body was hit hard by the invisible water flow, and he must be knocked to the ground.
After getting up, the white chandelier was divided into two in the eyes, one is empty and the other is full, the light is extremely full, and the eyes are piercing brightly.
Shen Yan lowered her face lightly with her breath, temporarily resting her head on Qi Qi's shoulder, like a photophobic animal.
This kind of Shen Yan Qi Zi has never seen before, there is a rare sense of freshness, and even the idea of ​​"quite cute" will even occur involuntarily. When he stunned, he was amused by his own thoughts.
"So you can't drink alcohol."
He coughed and pressed back the words he didn't dare to say, turning the subject to other aspects.
When Shen Yan heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked straight at him at close range. The dark eyes blinked hard, and again, the tone was weak: "I can't drink very much, but ... I will practice."
After all, he closed his brows silently like a child who knew wrong.
Qi Chen was stunned for a while, and then she realized that Shen Yan was afraid that she would abandon his drink volume. With a twitch in her mouth, she couldn't help but laugh. It's just ... not to mention cuteness.
"Don't drink if you can't drink, and I don't mind, what do you do with it?" Qi Zi's eyes were bent and he held his hand over his back, patting it lightly. "
"No, no need ... you are still injured."
Shen Yan shook his head again and again, trying to reach for the seat by himself, but he didn't find the right place for a while.
Qi Xiao wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, whispered in his ear and persuaded: "Okay, I won't help you, then I'll hold you, okay? Huh?"
Shen Yan ignorantly glanced at him, opened his lips and did not speak, and finally nodded.
Qi Xiao smiled and pulled his arm back from his armpit. After making sure that he could stand firm, he held his hand and led him step by step. His eyes stayed for a moment, holding Shen Yan slowly toward the room The doorway went backwards. Shen Yan followed Qi Qi's pace from the beginning to the end and completely gave up the dominance.
This person is drunk, so at least he should be able to sleep more comfortably.
Qi San considered again and again, instead of leading Shen Yan to the study, but to the bedroom. After all, the large bed in the bedroom is relatively spacious and comfortable.
"Come here, slow down, don't worry."
Qi Qi actually likes to hold him like this and take care of him.
Because I had received so much care from him before, I now have a kind of feedback satisfaction, and my heart is warm.
It was already dark at night, and they turned off all the lights except the chandelier before. The only light source was left in the living room. The closer to the bedroom, the darker the surroundings and the road underfoot.
The faint light on the two people was almost gone, thin as a piece of paper, and could be torn off at any time. But Qi Chen is not worried-his eyes have been staring at Shen Yan, he has been engraved on that look, as long as he is given one or two outlines, he can supplement all the man in front of him. So it doesn't matter if it's dim.
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But Shen Yan seemed to care very much: "I can't see you anymore."
Qi Qin could feel his hand squeeze hard, as if the lost child was worried about losing the lighthouse.
Drunk people are prone to negative emotions, not to mention Shen Yan has been murmuring and begging him not to leave.
"Wait first, I'll turn on the bedroom light." Qi Qin can only use his right hand, so he let go of Shen Yan's hand slowly after turning around and turned to touch the switch on the wall.
The switch is on the other side of the wall.
From the position of Qi Qi, you need to bypass the door frame with your hand, and you will be able to touch it with your backhand. In the darkness, he couldn't touch it for a while, so he had to take it slowly.
"Qi Qi."
"I will come, you will wait."
"Qi Qi." It seemed that he hadn't heard his last sentence, and he was still calling out bitterly.
This wait of just a few seconds seemed very long to Shen Yan. His voice began to tremble slightly, and he kept calling Qi Qi's name.
Qi Chen's heart was softened by him, and he was about to speak comfortably, but suddenly his body couldn't move at all.
Because Shen Yan hugged him from behind.
"Well--"
Qi Qi gasped in shock and stretched straight.
The back pressed tightly to the man's chest, and the hot temperature was ironed across the two layers of clothing, straight into the bone. No matter how hard the bones are burning, there is no more strength in the soft ones.
The hand that wanted to turn on the light was still in midair.
Shen Yan's hand crossed over beside him, holding his elbow and groping forward along his forearm little by little, until his wrist, and finally grabbed his hand firmly.
The palm of your hand is very hot. Whether it is the person caught or the person caught.
When the hand was slowly pulled back and pressed into his arms, this hug was finally completed.
The old wall clock ticked on the wall to record the time when the two people lacked language.
The lingering rain outside the window filled the sound gap.
The silence around, and the sound of people behind them breathing heavily; the coldness of the rainy night, and the fire that embraced themselves. The two are contradictory and intertwined, so Qi Qi can no longer think about where the light switch is, and his brain is blank, and he can only recognize his name.
Because Shen Yan has been repeating those two words repeatedly, his voice is hoarse and persistent: "Qi Qi. Qi Qi ..."
Qi Chen knew that he was not completely drunk.
He knows how to avoid the place where he was injured and hugs him from a lower position, so at least part of his consciousness is sober, it is his own will that is acting.
But more importantly, I don't want to struggle.
"You have to ... hold tight." Qi Chen whispered suddenly, like a gentle knife in the faint sound of rain, and stabbing him would not stab him. "Otherwise I will leave. "
The man behind seemed to tremble deeply, his arms tightened suddenly, leaving no gap.
Even if drunk, it is the strength of an adult man.
Under the influence of language, this kind of strength is bigger and stronger, and even has a sense of urgency to survive.
But he hides restraint and gentleness everywhere, without hurting him--
Qi Qi didn't feel the oppression from Shen Yan. In this hug, there was only desire, no oppression. The only sense of oppression comes from the heart. The heart was beating violently there, hitting the chest hard, and it sounded as if it was really going to burst out of it. The rapid flow of blood throughout his body made him feel a little dizzy, his knees were soft and he was shaking, but not because of fear.
These are all what he wants.
All.
Perhaps Shen Yan is not only drunk, but also himself. Because alcohol makes people honest and loyal to their hearts.
"Qi Qi."
Shen Yan buried his head in his neck fossa, and his name was called out again with a dumb voice.
This time, the voice was blurred at the end, because the lips touched his neck lightly and kissed depressively. Even though he restrained his feelings, that low gasp still burned there.
Qi Qi seemed to be trembling, her shoulders trembling, but she didn't struggle.
Absolutely not.
Shen Yan went deep in a trance, buried her nose in Qi Zi's undried hair, and solicited the sweet breath after bathing. At the same time, his lips briefly separated from his skin, and then a second kiss fell slightly above the back of his ears, making a shallow, moist sound.
"Qi Qi."
Between the second and third times, the name was called out again.
The owner of the name was held firmly in his arms by him. The dual effect of light and alcohol made him invisible, all due to hearing, smell, and touch. It is impossible to tell whose body is having a high fever, and the body temperature has become one. And because of the temperature, Qi Zi's body became stronger, and it was easier to numb him than red wine.
So the third time it fell on Qi Zi's ear.
Starting from the pinna, kiss the past intermittently, jerky and thirsty. During this process, I just felt that it was amazingly hot, crisp and soft, but the earlobe was a little cold.
Unable to open his mouth, he held it silently.
"Hmm ..." Qi Po felt that her knees were really going to collapse. She couldn't stand upright and gasped.
Although he couldn't see Shen Yan's eyes, he remembered the black sea that resembled those eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have sunk, whether it was the feeling of not being able to breathe, or the feeling of being unable to exert strength on his feet in the water, so real.
He himself chose to jump into the sea.
So all this, he has no regrets.
"Qi Qi, don't go." Shen Yan has never forgotten that sentence, even at this moment, still whispering in his ear.
He returned to the side of the neck and kissed it gently, ears rubbing against each other, and the rhythm of the aortic agitation fluttered against his lips. These are the best touches he has experienced in his life.
In a moment of emotion, his fingers subconsciously searched for Qi Zi's clothes buttons, trembling slightly to untie two of them, and reached out to reach under his shirt.
Qi Qi took another breath.
The wheezing is more rapid and more depressed than just now. There is still no point of resistance.
Shen Yan's hands are dry and warm. He has known this for a long time, because every time he takes a bath, he has the thirty seconds that he treasures.
Now, for the first time, Shen Yan's hand touched his body so directly, really. Even if he knew that Shen Yan ’s consciousness was not very clear, it was obviously not an accident. It gave him a huge psychological impact. For a while, he was slightly paralyzed and subconsciously shouted: "Shen Yan-"
The author has something to say: It ’s still all a chapter in detail ... but you know.