After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Landing in the void, Song Qinqing's first reaction was to use the hidden trace teleportation talisman to go to Po Zhehao's villa.

Hanging outside the window of the room after being teleported, Song Qinqing sat on the edge of the window, waiting for the remaining effects of the spell to dissipate in the early morning night wind.

He suddenly felt something was wrong...

How can I be so proficient?

Obviously, he is usually a good boy who walks the door and obeys the law...

Why did you open the window without hesitation this time?

Moreover, there is obviously a mission...

How could he come to the widowed king's house first without thinking about it?

Suddenly bewildered by his own behavior, Song Qinqing sat on the window frame, lost in thought while facing the dim skyline.

Soon, he came to a conclusion——

Because of the sense of responsibility!

After all, he is a well-known model worker in the Love of God world, a famous worker who loves his job and works hard!

So it must be a sense of responsibility!

Because he can't leave the widow king whose "illness" is still unstable!

After successfully convincing herself, Song Qinqing turned around and was about to enter the house, but after seeing the details of the house, her face changed.

My own room is no longer what it was when I left——

Because, the door is open.

Apparently someone has been in...

And found that he was gone.

It's around three o'clock in the morning, and the sky is not yet clear.

Normally, every household should turn off the lights and be in a sleepy calm...

But Po's house was brightly lit.

The headlights in the living room spread into the floor of Song Qinqing's room, forming a bright grid.

He stepped on the indoor floor with both feet, a little confused, and walked slowly into the light.

Outside the door, Xiao He Ben, who was guarding the door of the master bedroom next door, frowned slightly.

This young man had never expressed much expression, and he rarely frowned, which showed that the situation was extremely urgent.

"You..." Seeing Song Qinqing, Xiao He's pupils shrank, as if surprised that the other party would come back.

Seeing Xiaohe's reaction, Song Qinqing also sensed that the situation was not good, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"He found you running away."

"What, what do you mean by running away... I just..."

"Now he's locked in his room, probably in a manic-depressive state."

"Manic depression?!"

Listening to Xiao He Yundan's description, Song Qinqing was startled, and even forgot to defend freedom for herself as a god.

He subconsciously reached out to turn the doorknob, but without a doubt, it couldn't be turned.

"There is no spare key for the master bedroom, all of them are with him." Xiao He said.

"How can there be no spare key? What should I do if something unexpected happens, like now?" Song Qinqing asked anxiously.

Xiao He looked at the person meaningfully, and said, "During the decoration, I never thought that you would torment people like this..."

"Me? Toss...me?"

Song Qinqing pointed at herself with a confused look on her face.

How did it become his fault?

On second thought, the arrow was indeed shot by him...

It was indeed him who ran away, and he was discovered...

Song Qinqing didn't want to be entangled in this, so she gritted her teeth and admitted all the faults, "It's my fault."

Then he turned and knocked on the door, and shouted into the door: "Po Zhehao, can you hear me? It's me! I'm back!"

boom!

There was a muffled sound in the room, as if something had been knocked to the ground.

But then, there was a long silence.

It seems that the owner of the house has calmed down.

Song Qinqing realized that her words were useful, so she continued to knock on the door and shouted into the room: "Can you open the door? I am very worried about you."

Rustling.

Song Qinqing pressed her ear to the door, and heard subtle movements from inside the room, which became more and more clear.

It seems that someone is gradually approaching the door.

Po Zhehao is approaching him!

Song Qinqing's eyes lit up.

Soon, the man's hoarse voice came out: "Are you really back?"

The ending fell down, with a slightly wronged long tone, which made this strong man sound extremely weak.

Hearing the other party's voice, Song Qinqing suddenly softened, and even blamed herself for leaving without saying goodbye, making the man who relied on her because of the effect of the arrow feel so sad.

So, he himself didn't notice how his tone of voice was coaxing a child, "It's me. Open the door and let me see you, okay?"

"Okay." The man seemed to be standing by the door.

There was a light leaking from the bottom of the door, but it suddenly went dark at this moment.

The man seemed to turn off the lights.

"Close your eyes." The man said suddenly.

Song Qinqing couldn't figure it out, but she still closed her eyes according to people's will, "I closed them."

"No matter what happens, you are not allowed to open your eyes."

"it is good."

Song Qinqing closed her eyes firmly, so her sense of hearing became more acute.

He felt that Xiao He behind him seemed to move away silently...

He felt that the airflow in front of him seemed to change, probably because the door opened.

Song Qinqing was overjoyed, and was about to open her lips to communicate with Po Zhehao...

But suddenly felt that his wrist was clasped tightly by cold five fingers.

Then a brute force pulled him into the deeper darkness in front of him.

Song Qinqing felt like a leaf in a hurricane, completely losing control of her body.

He could only surrender his body completely following the dizziness brought by heaven and earth.

thump.

He crashed into a warm embrace.

thump.

The door behind him slammed shut.

dong dong, dong dong...

He heard the restless heartbeat in the thick chest surrounding him.

dong dong, dong dong...

He heard what seemed to be another chaotic heartbeat in the room, mixed with the man's.

But he didn't have the time to think about who it was.

Song Qinqing couldn't see anything.

He could only smell the cold fragrance from the man, he could only feel the itching of the other's silky pajamas rubbing against his palms, he could only feel the man's quick and warm breath sprinkled on his ears and neck side.

He holds him tight.

Very tight very tight.

It seemed that he was afraid that he would run away again.

Because the hug was too tight, the man's arms trembled slightly, as if he was about to lose his strength.

Song Qinqing was held by others, and he didn't refuse, but he was deprived of his eyesight, and he still felt uneasy, so he asked cautiously: "Can I open my eyes?"

"No."

The voice of the man's firm refusal fell on his ears.

"Then when can I open my eyes?"

"Well……"

The man seemed to snort in a low voice, as if he was suppressing some kind of severe pain, and finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Only then did Song Qinqing remember that when a man gets close to him, he will have a headache.

At this time, the contact between the two is so real, the man's trembling at the beginning is actually because of pain.

But even if it hurts, I know it hurts...

He still wants to hug him.

Still hug so tight.

"Po Zhehao, are you in pain? Can I open my eyes and see you?"

"No."

Even though the pain was so painful that he had to force words out of his teeth, the man still stubbornly refused to let Song Qinqing open his eyes.

Afraid of disturbing the other party's nerves, Song Qinqing had no choice but to be obedient.

Song Qinqing didn't know why the man didn't let him open his eyes, maybe the other party was trying to hide some traces.

He vaguely felt a little red light seeping through the gaps in his eyelids, but it was like an illusion caused by blood flow.

He dared not act rashly.

He felt that the man seemed to be indulging in a dream related to him.

This was the first hug he had with a man in his memory.

There are so many emotions in this hug.

So thick that Song Qinqing felt dizzy.

He felt that the man's body temperature seemed to ignite a small piece of skin on the back of his neck through his clothes...

Then, the heat spread down the spine and would burn his whole body.

Is it the effect of the magic arrow?

God Arrow, can this man be so dependent on himself...

Song Qinqing was so dizzy that she couldn't tell whether she was lucky to use the magic arrow...

Still feel sorry for the magic arrow.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qinqing tried to speak out again: "Po Zhehao..."

"Hmm." The man seemed to get a lot of support in the hug with him, and gradually calmed down.

"Should we...shall we continue to hold each other?" He asked cautiously.

"Wait until you hear the door closing, then open your eyes. Can you do it?"

The man's voice was fragile, but even so, when he gave instructions, he was still very clear, and his voice was deep and pleasant.

Song Qinqing heard her ears getting hot, and nodded quickly, "Okay."

Soon, the breath that had been enveloping him suddenly withdrew.

He felt the arms around him loosen him.

The man seemed to take a few steps back, and then there was the sound of the door opening...

Then there was the sound of a door closing.

Song Qinqing opened his eyes.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, only him and the faint fragrance left by the man in the room.

Raising his hand to touch the wall to turn on the light, Song Qinqing was startled by the mess in the house——

All the bedding and pillows on the bed were thrown on the ground, and all the simple ornaments were smashed to pieces.

And some wooden furniture, such as coat racks and rattan chairs, were all smashed into disrepair.

It seems to be a disaster scene that has just been ransacked by wild beasts.

It was the man who was very gentle when he hugged him who did all of this.

Song Qinqing looked at the closed door and suddenly felt a little helpless——

A man's feelings for himself are deeper than he imagined.

Is this the effect of Cupid's arrow?Can two people who are clearly strangers be bound into such an inseparable situation?

Can he be responsible?

Faced with such strong emotions from a man...

Can he take responsibility?

Song Qinqing blamed herself and felt uneasy.

The only thing he can be sure of is that, at least for now, he really can't leave Po Zhehao.

He has to be temporarily responsible for the emotions he has been affected by.

……

Po Zhehao calmed down, and it was almost sunrise.

When he returned to his room, the man looked tired and haggard, but he didn't seem to be bothered by the pain anymore.

At that time, Song Qinqing, who was staying in the master bedroom, had already arranged all the things in the house, and repaired some repairable furniture with system props.

There are some smashed ones left...

He just couldn't fight it.

Seeing the man enter the room, Song Qinqing, who cleaned the debris on the ground into a small pile, stood up straight, smiled apologetically, rubbed his palms on the clothes, and seemed a little nervous.

"You don't need to do this." The man said in a deep voice, "Xiaohe will take care of it."

"After all, you are like this because of me..." Song Qinqing whispered.

The man lowered his head and looked up at him, "You also know it's because of you?"

"So, I will definitely find my uncle as soon as possible to find a way to clear the effect!"

"So you can leave me?"

"No..." Song Qinqing stammered, "My purpose is obviously to help you remove this effect..."

"Are you a person who can't cover the heat?" The man suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"But you shouldn't be tempted by me...I'm a god after all..."

"It's more ruthless than death."

Hearing the man mentioned the god of death, Song Qinqing couldn't help but think of Yi Heng——

The great god of death in the underworld.

Thinking of this young master, he couldn't help but think of the experience of this great god preparing to take Po Zhehao away, but he barely protected him. Song Qinqing was not convinced because of this, and muttered: "The god of death is more ruthless than you think."

The man stared at him suddenly, "Which god of death do you think of? Which god of death makes you feel heartless?"

Song Qinqing couldn't report the young master's name to ordinary people, so she could only shut up resentfully.

The man saw his unconvinced expression and the expression of embarrassment that he could not express, and felt angry and pitiful.

Reluctantly, in a corner he couldn't see, the man cursed secretly: "Little heartless."