Chapter 32: Can you stay a while?

Gu Ye half smiled, looking at Ah Xing who was blocking in front. He knew in his heart that it was impossible to take Qiao Yang back to his home to take care of him under such circumstances.
After all, Ah Xing is from Qiao's family, and he really can't treat him with a tough and domineering attitude like Mo Yu.
Qiao Yang stood swaying, half of his body's center of gravity was on him, and his voice vaguely urged Gu Ye: "...Go, go to your house and play the piano."
Gu Ye supported him and softly coaxed, "It's too late today, how about we play tomorrow?"
Qiao Yang was dissatisfied with being rejected, but did not make trouble. He frowned and looked at Gu Ye quietly.
He is drunk and his brain is in a semi-conscious state.
Some emotions accumulated in my heart cannot be said, I just want to vent by doing something.
Playing the piano is the best way.
He looked at the person who stopped him unhappily, his slightly thin lips pressed tightly, the tail of his eyes drooping, like a grievance.
Silently making a temper, he was a completely different person.
Gu Yeming knew that he was drunk and making trouble, but still couldn't help feeling soft.
The man he likes is not noisy even when he is drunk, and he is better than usual.
Gu Ye raised his hand to stroke his forehead, and the hot temperature came from his palm.
She patiently coaxed him: "You have a fever and are unwell and need to rest. Let's go play again when you recover, okay?"
The wide palms covered the entire forehead, the cool touch was very comfortable, and Qiao Yang's dissatisfied expression was slightly reduced.
He paused for a while, then suddenly asked: "Then you, can you rest tonight?"
Gu Ye's heart suddenly twitched. He didn't expect Qiao Yang to remember playing the piano for him in such a confused situation.
Obviously it was just a lie, a selfish lie that wanted to be alone with him.
He was happy, but jealous.
Jealous that Qiao Yang can treat someone who is just a friend so much.
But vaguely expecting, what kind of attitude would such a man of affection treat his lover.
The hand holding Qiao Yang's arm tightened slightly. He still coaxed the child: "When you get better, I can rest at ease, so you rest first, eh?"
Qiao Yang seemed to be persuaded by him, and he nodded gently: "Okay."
Gu Ye crossed Qiao Yang's arm with one arm and carried him into his arms. In addition to Qiao Yang's weak body, he relaxed and leaned on him.
In Axing's eyes, it was as if Gu Ye hugged his third young master, and the two cuddling each other.
And the conversation between two people sounds so tired.
Where is the opponent?
It's closer than friends.
A Xing was secretly surprised: Did the third young master have such a good relationship with General Gu?
Gu Ye persuaded Qiao Yang and told Axing: "Qiao Yang should have a fever. Go to my house and get a thermometer. My assistant is at home."
"what?"
Ah Xing hesitated.
He was ordered to do something to his family? Does he want to listen?
Look at Qiao Yang's abnormal red face again, it is indeed like fever. He was anxious: "Okay, then, please take care of the next three young masters first, and I will get back soon."
He said that he ran out in a hurry.
Gu Ye remembers the room where Qiao Yang changed his clothes last time.
After Ah Xing left, he slightly bent over, placing his other arm at the position of Qiao Yang's hips, hugged Qiao Yang horizontally, and walked steadily to the bedroom.
The sudden body suspension and weightlessness made Qiao Yang exclaim softly, and his hands instinctively grasped Gu Ye's arm.
This feeling of being held by someone is too unfamiliar, so I don't know how to react for a while.
He looked at Gu Ye in amazement and confusion: "You, why are you..."
Gu Ye looked at him with a slow and soft voice: "You are sick, so you can be more comfortable."
Qiao Yang didn't struggle, holding the cloth of Gu Ye's arms tightly with both hands, he nodded hesitantly: "Yeah."
When he was placed on the bed in the bedroom, he looked at Gu Ye quietly, as if he was still thinking about something.
Qiao Yang's room is very simple, but tidy.
The quilt on the bed and the pillows are all pure light gray tones, which look simple and comfortable. The air occasionally smells a light jasmine fragrance, which is elegant and pleasant, refreshing.
On the wall against the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a desk with only a computer and a few equipment for composing music, as well as an electronic keyboard with various buttons that occupies a little space.
The shelves were empty, with only a few books like music scores.
There are not many clothes in the closet. Several suits are hung in the innermost part, with casual clothes and home clothes in the middle.
Gu Ye found out a set of gray and white checkered pajamas he wore last time, and asked Qiao Yang, "Can I change my clothes, or should I change it for you?"
Qiao Yang didn't speak, perhaps because he was half-lying on the comfortable big bed, intense sleepiness and tiredness came up.
He took the clothes Gu Ye handed him and hugged them in a ball, but didn't want to move.
Ah Xing came back at this time, holding a forehead thermometer in his hand, and he bluffed: "Three young masters, take your temperature quickly."
Said, holding the handle and pointed it at Qiao Yang's forehead.
The red light of the forehead thermometer flashed through his eyes, and Qiao Yang seemed to think this was a dangerous thing, and the confused eyes suddenly became alert and lingering.
He hid for a while, glanced at Ah Xing coldly, Dan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sharp, sharp and terrifying evil spirit of the brow peak followed.
Just this glance made Ah Xing stop, and the fear that was dominated by the three young masters in the past revived and awakened. Scared, his little heart jumped sharply, took a step back, and tried to explain:
"I, I want to take your temperature."
"Let me do it."
Gu Ye took the thermometer from A Xing. He sat down by Qiao Yang’s bed and touched his forehead with one hand. He said softly,
Don’t be afraid, I’ll just take your temperature to see if you have a fever. good or not?"
The vigilance and sharpness in his eyes were put away a little bit, replaced by a gradually soft and suspicious look.
Gu Ye's palm slid a little, and fell from his forehead, covering the man's confused eyes. Blocked the light and forehead gun that would make him feel scared.
The other hand quickly raised the forehead thermometer and stayed in front of the forehead for a few seconds.
After an electronic beep, the LCD screen displays: 38.9c.
"So high. I really have a fever, what can I do?"
A Xing was astonished, and quickly took out his cell phone: "I will contact Mr. Qiao immediately and tell him that the third young master is sick. Let him send a family doctor."
The young master at home was ill and reported to the owner and contacted the doctor. This was the most accurate judgment made from the standpoint of Ahang.
Gu Ye said indifferently, stopping Axing who was about to call: "It's so late, you want to toss Uncle Qiao and the others, can anyone rest well?"
Ah Xing thought: It seems a bit too moved.
He was embarrassed with his mobile phone: "But, the third master has a fever."
Gu Ye: "Qiao Yang's current situation is just fever. The most important thing is that he needs to rest. Tonight, someone will take care of him, and nothing else will happen."
"If you call now, it will only make everyone worried. Mr. Qiao and they brought the doctor over for a while. Even Qiao Yang can't take a good rest tonight."
"This, this is true."
Ah Xing grabbed his hair in embarrassment. He felt that Gu Ye's words made sense. He asked, "Then, what should I do now?"
He has just arrived on the first day, if something happens to the Third Young Master, they must not scold him to death.
Gu Ye glanced at him lightly, his voice calm:
"Qiao Yang has drunk too much alcohol, and now he can't take medicine casually. Fortunately, there are no other symptoms at the moment. Let's try to cool down physically."
He told Ahxing again: "You go to my house again and ask the assistant to find out if there are any anti-fever stickers at home, and if you don't, go out and buy some back."
Ah Xing was completely convinced by Gu Ye now, and the Third Young Master seemed to only let him take care of it.
He nodded and said, "Yes, yes."
After taking Axing away, Gu Ye pulled the pajamas out of Qiao Yang's arms and whispered, "Qiao Yang, let's change clothes. It is not comfortable to sleep in a suit, and it smells of alcohol, isn't it? "
Qiao Yang nodded slowly, raised his hand and began to unbutton his suit and shirt.
The fatigue after drunk and the dizziness of the brain made him move very slowly and sluggishly. I can't even untie the small button on the top of the shirt.
He tried to solve it, to no avail.
Finally, he spread his hands and looked at Gu Ye as if for help, his eyes softly like a helpless child.
Gu Ye was sitting next to him. He suppressed his voice and deliberately asked him: "Do you want me to help you?"
Qiao Yang nodded, and naturally raised his neck slightly, revealing the smoothly curved neck and the shirt buttons fastened on it.
Gu Ye sat down and leaned against him. He reached out to help him untie the top button of his shirt.
The two people are closer and see more clearly.
The man's clean facial features and white skin looked extremely soft under the dim light on the bedside.
The smooth hair was also shining under the light, and even the fine hair on the cheeks was dyed with a soft yellow.
Gu Ye's hands are big, and he has not unbuttoned anyone.
The slightly clumsy fingers were carefully displayed in the small space on Qiao Yang's neck.
The look is focused and serious.
Qiao Yang's eyes were blurred, his brain paralyzed by alcohol couldn't tell what was going on.
He only knew that a man much taller than him was taking care of him.
The man is very handsome. You can see his tough wrists when you look down. The strong arms faintly visible under the cloth of the clothes, and the broad chest makes him look powerful.
But he speaks very gently and moves very gently, which makes people want to believe in him and rely on him.
He even wanted to find some comfort from him to soothe the emotions in his heart that made him sad.
The man's hands are very cold, and his fingertips touch the hot skin from time to time with the movements, which is very comfortable.
Qiao Yang finally couldn't help but lowered his head, and rubbed the back of the man's hand with his chin to the softest piece of skin around his neck.
Then he rubbed it again.
Like a cat looking for coquetry and comfort, he is obedient and wants to be naughty.
Gu Ye's hand suddenly stiffened. He stopped all his movements and raised his eyes to look at Qiao Yang in surprise.
Qiao Yang was smiling, Dan Feng's eyes were slightly bent, his eyes were bright and clear, and his figure was reflected in the pupils deep in his pupils.
At this moment, he is the only man in his eyes.
The heart seemed to be suddenly held tightly and held his breath. It was like being scratched by something, making him too impatient to try to endure certain emotions.
It took a long time for Gu Ye to breathe out a long breath.
He couldn't help raising his hand, and trembling fingertips gently stroked the skin on the back of his hand. As expected, soft and smooth.
His voice was suppressed and muffled: "...Don't make trouble, be good."
He didn't dare to make outrageous movements, he knew that people who were drunk actually had memories. After waking up, I will slowly remember what happened now.
He hoped that Qiao Yang could remember that he took the initiative to show this memory tonight, and hoped that he himself wanted to understand the hidden meaning.
Qiao Yang really stopped making trouble, quietly watching the man untie his clothes, and took off his suit jacket and shirt. Only a white vest is left.
Without the barrier of the jacket, the man's body temperature and his own taste were instantly released around him, surrounding Gu Ye, making him seem to be immersed in a paradise with only two people, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Under the pure white cotton vest is the outline of the man's chest and abdomen, thin but not thin.
The exposed arms are covered with a thin layer of muscles, the curves are smooth and gentle.
Under the dim light, the man's reddish cheeks, white skin, and young and energetic body interpret what is called charm.
Because he was half leaning on the bed, two clearly visible clavicles connected to the neck with two shallow dimples.
If there can be wine in full bloom, people who go on the table to drink can sink for a lifetime, drunk and dream of death.
Gu Ye breathed heavily, and his flickering eyes staggered under his collarbone.
He stretched his hand to the man's waist, and his hot and trembling fingertips wanted to unhook the metal buckle on the man's slender waist.
The moment the belt buckle was touched, Qiao Yang suddenly had a trace of consciousness. The brain automatically issued a warning to remind him that there seemed to be some danger coming.
He sat up straight in an instant, Qing Jun's face tightened, and his clear eyes stared at Gu Ye's silent resistance.
Gu Ye stopped, he withdrew his hand, got up from the bed, and backed up a few steps.
Give the man a distance where he can feel safe, and ask him softly: "Are you going to come by yourself?"
Qiao Yang nodded, but did not move.
Gu Ye put the pajama pants into his hand, turned his body, turned his back to him and didn't look at him, his voice was soft and low:
"Call me when you need help."
Behind him came the sound of getting up, the sound of the metal buckle being untied, the sound of the pants falling to the ground...
Gu Ye stood motionless, imagining the scenery behind him with his voice.
It was not until Qiao Yang said: "Okay." He turned around.
Qiao Yang put on the top too, but it was crookedly, not as neat and neat as he used to be.
Gu Ye laughed and tried to stretch his hand to level him. Qiao Yang didn't hide this time.
The voice of Ah Xing came back from outside.
He ran back to the bedroom, panting and raised the antipyretic sticker in his hand, saying, "Mr. Gu, you don't have this in your house. I bought it at the convenience store in the community.
Gu Ye took it and said, "I'm here, you go and rest."
"Ok."
But where did Ah Xing dare to rest. He stood aside and wiped his sweat, breathing smoothly.
He watched Gu Ye coax the Third Young Master to lie down, and the Third Young Master just lay down in the bed.
Seeing Gu Ye tore off a white antipyretic sticker and put it on his forehead, he was motionless, quiet and obedient.
Seeing that Gu Ye's movements were very light and careful, he carefully flattened the surrounding corners with his fingertips after pasting.
The cool sensation from the forehead relieves the hot mind and headache after drinking. Qiao Yang slowly closed his eyes, as if going to sleep.
Ah Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He laughed to Gu Ye and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gu. Thanks to you for taking care of our Third Young Master here. The rest will be left to me. It's not too early. You should go back and rest."
Gu Ye, who was once again ordered to chase away guests:...
He did not stay here to look after Qiao Yang's position and identity.
But he was reluctant to leave, the quiet man on the bed, with every breath, attracted him to stay.
He wanted to stay by his side, watch him sleep comfortably, and wait for his fever to go down safely.
He glanced at Ah Xing who drove him away politely, squatted on Qiao Yang's bed again, and asked in a tentatively soft voice:
"Qiao Yang, I'm home, can you do it alone? Or... you want me to take care of you?"
The voice is slow and soft as usual, with persuasive guidance, and a sense of security that people can't help but want to rely on.
Qiao Yang was already sleepy to the extreme. He tried to open his eyes when he heard his voice, but was too sleepy to open them completely.
His heart is empty, looking for something to fill.
At this moment, the gentleness of a man is exactly what he wants to crave.
He didn't want the man to leave.
Qiao Yang overcame the instructions of his brain to make him fall asleep, overcoming the limp muscles and nerves, stretched out his hand with all his strength, and grasped the man's arm lying flat beside the bed.
His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his voice was vague: "...stay a while, okay?"
After speaking, he fell asleep, releasing his hand on the man's sleeve.
Gu Ye chuckled lightly and answered him in a low voice: "Yes."