Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Gong Huasui put the cup back in its place without saying a word.

His lips were tightly pursed, as if he had done something wrong. He lowered his head, his leather-gloved hands resting obediently on his thighs, his eyes drooped, his long eyelashes trembling, like a black-feathered butterfly drenched in rain, making people feel pity for him.

It’s a pity that I’m throwing my seductive eyes at a blind man.

Chi Qinghe had no intention of caring for others, nor did he have the intention of coaxing others. His mind was only filled with sincere appreciation for beautiful things.

He has always known that Gong Huasui is good-looking. This is his natural advantage. Choosing the entertainment industry is also a way to maximize his beauty.

"You are so beautiful." Chi Qinghe exclaimed.

Gong Huasui didn't expect to get this answer, and smiled stiffly, "Really?"

"real."

"So do you like it?"

"Like it."

Chi Qinghe said this without any pressure.

Who doesn't like eye-catching things?

Gong Huasui stared at the young man's genuine and bright smile, and suddenly felt that their previous conversation was a joke.

Qinghe's acting is not good at all.

I can't even pretend to like someone.

Or... I just don't bother pretending.

Gong Huasui's hands on his legs suddenly tightened. He suddenly raised his head and reached out to touch Chi Qinghe's cheek.

"Qinghe, look at me."

Chi Qinghe stopped turning his head abruptly. After hearing these words, he suddenly smelled a pleasant fragrance at the tip of his nose. The corner of his eye was pressed by a leather glove. The force was not strong, just like a kitten scratching.

Chi Qinghe couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. He followed Gong Huasui's instructions and stared into the pair of beautiful deep brown eyes that looked like glass beads.

"You said you would prepare perfume for me, make me a ring, and love me forever. Do these... still count?" He suppressed the trembling in his voice and said with difficulty.

Chi Qinghe nodded, "It counts. I won't go back on my promise."

Before……

A hint of bitterness appeared in Gong Huasui's eyes, "If you hadn't promised me before, would you do these things now?"

Chi Qinghe glanced at him hesitantly and said, "Yes."

An expected answer.

Gong Huasui chuckled, seemingly mocking himself, as if expressing disdain.

At this moment, the madness suppressed in my heart continued to surge up with fear, wanting to brutally tear off all the disguises of the person in front of me.

The fingers pressed on the corners of the young man's eyes slowly slid down, all the way to the corners of his lips, ignoring the other's tenseness, and kneaded his lips seductively.

"boom--"

The chair was suddenly knocked over with a dull sound, and Chi Qinghe subconsciously looked to the side.

It was also at this moment that Gong Huasui pinched his chin in dissatisfaction, and his tall figure suddenly pressed down, carrying a lavender scent that was inconsistent with the cold and dangerous aura around him, and stopped just two centimeters away from Chi Qinghe.

Chi Qinghe failed to hide his emotions in time, and disgust was revealed so openly on his face.

Gong Huasui felt that the disgust was more terrifying than a poisoned knife, cutting his heart into pieces alive.

His eyes were numb and he lowered his head weakly. Chi Qinghe thought that this man wanted to kiss him again, so he moved away silently.

Kiss the cheek.

A little easier to accept than a kiss.

All the organs in Gong Huasui's chest seemed to have turned into rotten flesh, corroding him into holes.

He closed his eyes in pain, and only when he tasted a hint of blood on his teeth did he calm down a little. He kissed a red spot on Chi Qinghe's neck as if jokingly.

"Qinghe, this looks like a hickey? Was it me who left it? Why don't I remember it?"

Chi Qinghe turned his face away.

Does Gong Huasui really not know where this hickey came from?

how is this possible.

"It was an accident." Chi Qinghe gave him an ambiguous reply.

Gong Huasui muttered softly, his true emotions unrecognizable, "So it really wasn't me who left it..."

Chi Qinghe was in the wrong, but now he couldn't convince himself to have close contact with Gong Huasui, and just wanted to change the subject quickly.

He looked at the performances of other trainees on TV. With so many excellent students before him, Chi Qinghe really couldn't praise the skills of these rookies.

"Haha, look at them, they're great, unlike you, they're amazing."

Gong Huasui picked up the stool and tried to smile along, but he found that he couldn't even lift the corners of his mouth.

All he could think about was that Qinghe didn't love him, didn't care about him, and even her explanation was so confusing.

I feel confused and have no interest in anything.

"Qinghe..."

Chi Qinghe turned to look at him.

The corners of Gong Huasui's pale lips moved. He was obviously a tall man of 1.9 meters, but now he curled up like a helpless and confused child. It took him a long time to gather the strength to speak.

"Can you love me again?"

Chi Qinghe's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to refute him, but then he realized that his words were full of loopholes and was speechless.

This silence dealt another heavy blow to Gong Huasui.

"Why don't you like me anymore..."

Gong Huasui stammered as he held Chi Qinghe's hand. After interlocking their fingers, he let go and hurriedly took off his gloves, revealing his scarred hands, and continued to hold Chi Qinghe in his arms.

There was a faint red at the corners of his eyes, and his eye sockets gradually became watery.

"Have I become ugly?"

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"Tell me, I can fix it!"

At some point, a pleading tone appeared in his voice.

"Don't dislike me..."

In the past, even if Gong Huasui just pursed his lips and his eyes didn’t even turn red, Chi Qinghe would have already hugged him in his arms and comforted him.

It's not like now, where I am still appreciating the tearful, broken and sad appearance of a beauty with great interest.

He rubbed Gong Huasui's head and said, "Don't think too much. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't marry you."

His tone was casual and perfunctory, as if he didn't mind Gong Huasui discovering the truth.

But when he looked at Gong Huasui's face again, his tone suddenly became serious, with a hint of warning.

"There's no one in the entire entertainment industry who's prettier than you, so no plastic surgery allowed. No matter where you get it done, you'll end up looking ugly."

Gong Huasui clenched his hand a little tighter, and the blood scab from the wound rubbed Chi Qinghe's hand. It didn't hurt, but no one would ignore it.

But Chi Qinghe acted as if he didn't see it. He stared at the TV screen again and laughed heartily.

"Qinghe, in your eyes, am I a lover? Or a commodity?"

Chi Qinghe answered quickly, "My love."

Gong Huasui felt the increasingly undisguised resistance under his hands, and the sour emotion once again wrapped his entire heart tightly, making breathing difficult.

The belief he had been holding on to with great effort suddenly collapsed, and he gave up on himself, making the wound in his heart even bigger.

"Qinghe, you've seen those photos online, right? They're all real. I had a lot of fun, and I'm dirty all over."

Chi Qinghe was shocked and turned to look at Gong Huasui in disbelief.

From the moment these words entered his eardrums, his entire body felt as if it were covered in lice, especially the part that had touched Gong Huasui. If he hadn't been afraid of the repercussions in the future, he would have wanted to chop off his hand on the spot.

Chi Qinghe immediately wanted to pull his hand back, but Gong Huasui seemed to have anticipated this and did not give him any chance.

After Chi Qinghe tried several times without success, he frowned and said in a tight voice, "Do you mean... that you want to break up?"

Gong Huasui stroked Chi Qinghe's fingertips, his face buried in the shadows under his baseball cap, and no one noticed how ugly the smile on his lips was.

He avoided the topic of breaking up and suddenly let go of her hand again.

"I know you have mysophobia, you don't have to avoid me, just disinfect if you want."

After saying this, he took back his wounded hands, hid them in his pockets, and slowly clenched them into fists.

Why break up?

Why don't you suspect he's lying?

Why not be honest and say you hate him...

Chi Qinghe was eager to snatch the disinfectant the next second, but the Gong family was indeed his most ideal partner, and he couldn't let things get awkward anymore.

Chi Qinghe endured the discomfort, raised his hand and scratched Gong Huasui's chin, making a last attempt.

"I believe in you and will not do anything sorry to me."

He actually doesn't care what kind of person Gong Huasui has become in the past five years.

Anyway, if I get married, he will definitely stay away from better people. No matter how many people he is with in one night, just don't get him sick.

Gong Huasui took his hands out of his pockets again, lowered his hat, kept his head down and said nothing.