Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

The aftereffects of the red wine were slowly taking effect on Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan's alcohol tolerance was not very good to begin with, and he was now a little dazed. When he heard someone asking him a question, he subconsciously repeated it.

"Huh? What kind of person do I like?"

Jiang Yan rested his chin on his raised arm: "The one I like..."

"Well, someone like Brother Xu."

"Captain Duan Ruxu?"

Today's wine was both expensive and delicious. Yun Yang drank a lot of it greedily and was a little drunk now. He couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic when he mentioned his old friend.

"Captain Duan, people with his personality are really suitable as partners, especially wives. He takes care of everything and cooks delicious meals. He takes special care of us during every competition, urging us to go to bed early and drink plenty of water, and always shouts at us to pay attention to the road when we go out..."

Yun Yang's words were incoherent, and he felt sadder and sadder as he spoke: "How could such a good person just disappear like that..."

Yun Yang was speaking so sentimentally that no one noticed Zhou Qi's slightly gloomy expression.

Zhou Qi helped Jiang Yan stand up: "Coach Jiang is drunk. We will go back first, you should get some rest early."

After saying that, Zhou Qi half-supported and half-carried Jiang Yan out of the door and turned into their own room.

Zhou Qi threw the man onto the bed, then leaned over and pressed him down, supporting himself on the bed with one hand and pinching Jiang Yan's chin with the other hand to make him face him.

"Do you like Duan Ruxu?"

Jiang Yan was pinched and felt uncomfortable. He struggled but couldn't get free. Then he heard Zhou Qi asking him a question and subconsciously answered: "I like it."

Jiang Yan's love for his brother refers to the love between family members.

But Zhou Qi obviously didn't think so.

Zhou Qi's eyes turned red with jealousy: "You still like me even if I die?"

Jiang Yan was now too confused to hear clearly what was said and could only subconsciously say "hmm".

"Fuck," Zhou Qi breathed heavily in anger and pressed his lips hard.

This kiss couldn't even be called a kiss.

How can this be considered a kiss? This is totally biting.

Zhou Qi was so angry that he took out all his anger on Jiang Yan's lips. He bit Jiang Yan's lips and rubbed them for a while, making his lips red and swollen. Then he kissed him deeply, making Jiang Yan's vision go black.

Jiang Yan was almost fainted by his kiss, and he was about to suffocate, so he subconsciously pushed Zhou Qi's chest.

Zhou Qi was indeed pushed away by him, but he was also almost mad with anger.

Zhou Qi was extremely jealous. He grabbed Jiang Yan's hands and pressed them on his head. With red eyes and gnashing teeth, he spoke to Jiang Yan:

"He's fucking dead, and you still want to remain a virgin for him? Duan Ruxu is already dead! He's been dead for many years! No matter how much you like him, it's useless! What's the point of remaining a virgin for him?! He's been dead for so many years, who are you keeping this for?!"

Zhou Qi could no longer suppress the gloom and paranoia that he usually kept deep in his heart.

He ignored Jiang Yan's struggle and roughly took off Jiang Yan's clothes. He leaned over and bit Jiang Yan's lips again, his hands moving non-stop.

I don't know when it started to rain heavily outside the window. The raindrops hit the wild flowers beside the base heavily, knocking the flowers all over the place and almost breaking them.

Jiang Yan's face turned pale, and he tried to push away weakly with his hands, but it was no use. Instead, Zhou Qi grabbed his wrists and pressed them to his sides.

Jiang Yan's blood dripped down his skin onto the bed sheets, but Zhou Qi was so jealous that he didn't even notice Jiang Yan's wound.

It was so painful and uncomfortable that Jiang Yan's drunkenness was taken away by Zhou Qi, and he couldn't help crying out loud.

"Zhou Qi...I hate...you, uh...I hate you."

Zhou Qi paused, but soon spoke, leaving behind a cold remark:

"up to you."

Hate me or dislike me, it’s up to you. Anyway, I will always have a place in your heart.