Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Chi Qinghe’s breathing had become completely disordered, and his neck, like his chin, was very sore from having been lifted for a long time.

Gong Huasui half-closed his eyelids to hide the naked lust in his eyes before he took a half step back.

Then she moved forward and licked his chin like a kitten, her voice dry and smoky.

"Qinghe, I want to eat grapes..."

Chi Qinghe slapped away Gong Huasui's hand that was about to touch his eyelids and wiped away his tears.

He put his hand on his chin and moved it left and right. After his numb tongue recovered, he cursed at Gong Huasui with red eyes, which was very rare.

"roll!"

……

Gong Huasui lives in a large one-story villa with two elevators and one household.

As soon as you step out of the elevator, you'll see his home.

The space is large, and still in the familiar black, white, and gray tones, making people feel cold and depressing.

I opened the door and entered the living room. The decoration inside was, not surprisingly, minimalist.

There are so few things that it's like a model house.

Chi Qinghe took the cup of water handed to him by Gong Huasui and moistened his throat.

"How long have you been here?"

"Can not remember."

Gong Huasui looked around.

"Three years? Four years? Anyway, it's a long time. When there's a show to shoot, I'll just stay here. It's quiet."

Chi Qinghe asked keenly, "Insomnia?"

Gong Huasui nodded nonchalantly, then took Chi Qinghe to the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

He picked up Ranny from the bed and handed him over, "Ranny missed you so much."

Chi Qinghe's gaze passed over Ranny and fell straight into Gong Huasui's deep brown pupils.

"I miss you as well."

He lowered his head, rubbing the water glass with his fingertips unconsciously, and brought up the previous topic again.

"Why do you have insomnia?"

"Qinghe, answer my question first."

Gong Huasui tightened his eyelids, and the cold white light fell on his shoulders, making him look fragile and sensitive.

"Have you ever been with Wenson?"

"He is my assistant and has grown up with me. I regard him as a father figure, and he also regards me as his child."

Chi Qinghe chose his words carefully and said seriously.

"Because my... health isn't great, he's more concerned about me. He arranges everything for me, including food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and I trust him... If we really have to break up, he'll take the side of family affection, and you'll take up all my love. Is that an okay explanation?"

After the explanation, Gong Huasui's expression did not improve. "Why is your health so poor?"

Chi Qinghe joked, "As I get older, my health is naturally not as good as before."

"Qinghe, I'm not a fool."

Gong Huasui stepped forward and, while Chi Qinghe was still not reacting, suddenly touched his chest.

Through the thin fabric, he could vaguely feel the shallow surgical scar. He hadn't noticed it before, and if Qinghe hadn't been in a hurry and wearing less today, he would have been kept in the dark.

Chi Qinghe wanted to move his hand away, but Gong Huasui was like a cold and hard ice statue, wrapping his arms around him.

When he reached his other hand under the hem of his shirt and felt several scars on his abdomen, he seemed to be out of touch with time and was nailed to the spot without moving.

When he came to his senses and started to ask questions, he was almost speechless.

"Qinghe, you don't have scars. You didn't have these scars in the beginning."

"Why did it suddenly appear?"

"Here in the heart, it was hit by a bullet. Why?"

"Qinghe, tell me the truth. Did I cause these injuries? Do I... owe you another life..."

Gong Huasui's pupils lost their luster, his voice was mournful and shrill, and the last syllable was trembling.

Chi Qinghe touched his face lovingly.

"No, it's not because of you. I already have a lot of enemies, and it was those blind people who made them for me. Don't worry, I'm fine now. I'm fully recovered and there are no sequelae. Don't cry."

"Qinghe, I hate you."

Gong Huasui choked up and spoke clearly word by word.

"In the kidnapping case five years ago, there was another person alive besides me."

Gong Huasui paid close attention to every reaction on Chi Qinghe's face. Seeing that his expression was tense for a moment, his anxiety reached its peak.

"She said she saved me and wanted the Gong family to get her out of jail. I didn't believe her and I refused."

"She was the one who fed me the medicine, tied me up with the rope, and stole the bracelet. Why is she threatening me with a life-saving favor that should have been unnecessary?"

"Qinghe, this is your last chance. Tell me how these injuries came about."

Chi Qinghe stared at the pair of eyes covered by water mist and said half-seriously, "I did it myself. It has nothing to do with you."

In order to quickly change the subject, Chi Qinghe took the initiative to move forward and wanted to kiss Gong Huasui's lips.

However, Gong Huasui avoided him at the moment when he was about to touch him.

Her thin lips opened and closed, her tone was so cold that it was about to freeze, but her words sounded like a spoiled child.

"You lied to me, I won't like you today, and I won't let you kiss me."

Chi Qinghe hugged Gong Huasui and rubbed his ear with the tip of his nose.

"Then I'll kiss you tomorrow."

"You are not allowed to kiss tomorrow either."

"The day after tomorrow."

"Not the day after tomorrow either... um..."

Chi Qinghe curved his eyebrows, gently pressed against her and then separated, just like a heart-stealing thief in ancient times.

He leaned close to Gong Huasui's ear in an ambiguous manner, and his warm and moist breath sprayed on his neck. Gong Huasui had fair skin, and when he got excited, his skin quickly turned red.

"I bought eighty-seven boxes. Shall we try it?"