Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Staring at Chi Qinghe who was trying to stand up by the wall, Wenson glared at Gong Huasui who was stopped outside and warned him in a low voice.

"Be sensible and don't make things too ugly."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the bedroom, skillfully supported Chi Qinghe's uninjured left hand, and helped him up.

"Mr. Xiao Chi, let me take you home. He can't take good care of you."

Chi Qinghe refused, "It's okay, my injury is not serious."

Wenson: "It's a broken bone, how can you say it's not serious? And it's a hand injury. If it doesn't heal well, it will have a huge impact on the future."

Chi Qinghe wanted to say something else when he heard the sound of fighting outside. As soon as the sound of four heavy objects hitting the ground fell, Gong Huasui appeared at the door, panting, and walked towards him quickly.

Wenson moved slightly and stood in front of Chi Qinghe. Even though the threat in his eyes was about to overflow, he was trying to persuade him with good intentions and his tone was respectful.

"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. After all, you still have work to do and can't be with Xiao Chi all the time. Let us take care of you. If you really miss Xiao Chi, you can come to visit him at the Chi family anytime."

Gong Huasui's fists hidden behind his back clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound. Wenson's words were flawless and he couldn't find any reason to refute them.

Because if I refute it, I will inevitably stand on the opposite side of the Chi family and puncture the superficial peace.

At that time, Wenson will tell Qinghe everything that happened yesterday.

If Qinghe had gone with them today, he might still have a chance of survival. Uncle Chi would be cautious and would not tell them what happened yesterday. In Qinghe's heart, he still had a good impression of him.

If he doesn't leave, Qinghe will know what he did...

Be disappointed in him, despise him, hate him, dislike him, and then break up with him without hesitation.

Can't break up.

Gong Huasui's shoulders gradually sank and his head hung, as if he had compromised with something.

Wenson saw this and moved away as if he had expected it.

Gong Huasui tightened his cheek muscles and said to Chi Qinghe, "Qinghe, I don't know how to take care of people. I can't even cook properly. If you stay with me, you can only eat takeout every day. This is not good for your health."

He gritted his teeth, avoided Chi Qing and those dark eyes that seemed to see through everything, and spoke with his last bit of strength.

"So, you better go."

After hearing this, Chi Qinghe said to Wenson without any expression on his face, "You go out for a while, I'll talk to him."

"Yes."

Only after the footsteps outside faded away did Chi Qinghe put away his gloomy and indifferent expression.

He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

"sit."

Gong Huasui did not move, standing stiffly in place like a pillar.

Chi Qinghe was very patient, tapping lightly and heavily on the dark quilt with his fingertips.

His fingers were very beautiful, with distinct joints, slender and well-proportioned, and the fingertips were adorned with a light pink, making them look like a white jade fairy with a blush. Just by looking at them, one could not wait to hold them in one's arms and lick them affectionately.

Gong Huasui's eyes suddenly darkened, and his throat slid again and again without leaving a trace.

"sit."

Chi Qinghe issued the order for the second time.

Gong Huasui moved, but did not sit next to Chi Qinghe. Instead, he bent his knees and knelt straight down, with his hands obediently placed on his thighs, looking like he was admitting his mistake.

"Can't cook? Huh?"

Chi Qinghe chuckled and leaned forward slightly. The distance between them suddenly shortened and their breathing could be heard.

Gong Huasui dodged in panic, moving his eyes left and right, refusing to look at Chi Qinghe. He also became mute and refused to speak a word.

Chi Qinghe was really angry. He would not let him go so easily. He pinched Gong Huasui's cheek.

The index and middle fingers lingered on his thin lips ambiguously.

"Answer me, can you cook?"

Gong Huasui hardened his heart and was about to say no when his lips and teeth were pried open. Warm fingertips slid into his mouth and pressed his tongue with a little force, causing his saliva to flow uncontrollably.

The corners of Gong Huasui's peach-like eyes were filled with lust, and her lips were unusually red. Her chin was trembling, and water slowly flowed down along the corners of her lips, exploding into dark splashes on the gray carpet.

The muscles all over his body began to swell with blood, and his back bent uncontrollably, as if he was trying to hide something.

Chi Qinghe refused to give him this opportunity. He pinched his face and lifted it up, leaving him exposed.

Chi Qinghe raised his eyebrows.

"He's more honest than you."

Gong Huansui's tongue began to tremble and his teeth chattered. Chi Qinghe was afraid that the fun had gone too far and was ready to stop.

Gong Huasui suddenly grabbed his hand that was about to withdraw, took the wet towels from the bedside, and wiped them one by one. His expression was serious and solemn, which was 90% similar to when he was writing the test papers in the past.

The remaining part is the pair of eyes hidden in the shadows, occupied by strong possessiveness and deep paranoia.

Scarlet, dangerous.

She tears off her usual soft, cute, and innocent appearance, revealing her truest and craziest side.

At this moment, he was like a wild beast that had broken free from its heavy chains deep in the cave. He only needed an opportunity to devour the person in front of him, leaving him completely...

belongs to him.

Gong Huasui struggled to suppress the ferocity in his body, but the meat was right in front of him, making it difficult for him to control himself.

After squeezing out the last bit of his willpower and placing a kiss on Chi Qinghe's fingertips, he quickly stood up and rushed to the bathroom.

The sound of the splashing water seemed to have no end.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours……

it's not finished yet.

Chi Qinghe was afraid that Gong Huasuichong might catch a cold, so he knocked on the door and interrupted him forcibly.

The sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.

Chi Qinghe turned around and was about to leave, but the door suddenly opened, and then someone behind him hugged his waist.

A head covered with cold water rubbed against his neck restlessly.

"Why don't you leave?"

Chi Qinghe listened and tasted the excitement in the other party's words, and the last bit of anger in his heart disappeared.

"You really want me to go?"

"Don't leave."

Gong Huasui avoided the injury on his right shoulder and hugged her tighter, his voice sounding cold and muffled.

"I don't want you to leave... I like you... I really like you... I can't live without you... You have to be responsible for me..."

"Responsible?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Chi Qinghe's tone.

"Because I saw you naked?"

Gong Huasui buried his head deeper to hide the blush on his face.

After a while, she hummed shyly.