Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

How could Cheng Ji have been poisoned by the aphrodisiac?He stood up with a huff, his expression was more flustered than Qi Beisong himself!

"You... how do you feel?"

What does it feel like?

Qi Beisong held his forehead and thought, the blood was pumping, his whole body was hot, his cheeks were hot, there was a bloody smell in his throat, and he could hear his heart beating loudly, if it wasn't for the bursts of tightness in his lower abdomen, his chest would be so hot To crack, maybe it really feels like a fever.

"It's a small matter, the effect of the medicine will wear off in a few hours." Qi Beisong pretended to be relaxed, not wanting to make the other party worry.

The two of them, one with a pale face and the other with a flushed face, looked at each other for a few seconds, and suddenly Cheng Ji rushed out of the door!

He ran to the bar, where the bartender had just stopped, and the bartender was washing the glasses.

Seeing Cheng Ji suddenly, the bartender yelled in fright, Cheng Ji crossed the bar and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and pulled him closer, asking through his teeth: "Did you add the same thing to the two glasses of lemonade? "

"Yes... no... it seems to be..."

"Is it right?!"

"No...not." The little bartender knew he was in the wrong, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "There is very little of this thing in a bottle, because Uncle Biao is too noisy, I wanted to add a little more for him, but the bottle was gone, and then I just... I opened another bottle and added a little to the handsome guy."

"Is there any difference in appearance between the two things?"

"No... yes..." the little bartender said, "It's all transparent, the one the handsome guy drank seemed to be darker... darker, I thought it was precipitation..."

"...I really deserve to kill you!"

Cheng Ji let go of him and put him away, turned around and ran, chasing and beating this little bastard was of no avail, he had to go back and take care of Qi Beisong!

Qi Beisong had the will to save himself, and was putting his head under the kitchen faucet.

Of course, Lord Qi has never been hit by an aphrodisiac (who dares to give him one), but he has witnessed how this thing works. No one in that circle is a blank sheet of paper, and what he sees and hears is chaotic.

Cheng Ji pulled him away from the cold water from behind: "You're going to get sick like this!"

Qi Beisong was hot, his confused pupils couldn't focus, and it took him a long time to say: "...where have you been?"

"I just went to the bar to verify it!"

Cheng Ji covered his head with a dry towel, put his arms up and said, "Go upstairs, I'll get you medicine!"

Qi Beisong asked: "What medicine..."

Cheng Ji didn't know what medicine was right for his symptoms, but there were several bottles of Huoxiangzhengqi water in his bedside table upstairs. That thing could relieve heatstroke, and maybe it could also relieve this!If Qi Beisong doesn't drink, just force him down!

Qi Beisong was pulled away by him, his eyes were filled with colorful lights, and everything was spinning, as if there was a turning light above the karaoke hall hanging above his head.

The stairs were [-] centimeters wide, and it was too narrow for Cheng Ji to walk alone, let alone dragging Qi Beisong.

Qi Beisong was very uncooperative and shouted: "You... stay away from me!"

Cheng Ji understood that it was not disgust, but the final sobriety.

Qi Beisong's clear consciousness is like a cloud of smoke wrapped in a balloon. The strong medicinal properties have pierced the outer film, and the smoke will not disperse. He is trying to maintain it. Once it disperses, he will probably die The animal desire went crazy.

Qi Beisong wanted to be shameless, and would rather self-mutilate than be like that in front of Cheng Ji, so he kept self-mutilating while going upstairs, deliberately banging his forehead on the wooden handrail.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Ji put his palm between his forehead and the wood twice, "Does it hurt?"

Qi Beisong desperately needed that pain, he grabbed Cheng Ji's hand and growled, "You don't care!"

Cheng Ji said, "Don't make trouble! Come quickly!"

Qi Beisong said: "Don't say the word 'come'!"

"And don't say 'Quick!'"

"..."

"Don't talk! Besides, I will kiss you!!"

"..." Cheng Ji didn't dare to breathe out.

Qi Beisong was clearly climbing a building, but it felt like he was climbing a mountain.

There were no lights on the stairs, only an energy-saving lamp in the hall downstairs provided illumination, and the surroundings were dim, but he felt that the scorching sun was hanging high in the sky.

The fire was burning, unobstructed, mountains, canyons, bushes, dangerous rocks... everything around was scorched hot, as if he was in a bright furnace, waves of heat swept him, he was almost suffocated, only the surrounding Cheng Ji is cold and icy, like a clear spring, tempting people to hold it to their mouths!

He couldn't help but move his face closer to smell his scent, to absorb his coolness, to lick the cold water drops on his body, then press him under his body, rub him in his arms, hold him in his heart, and sink into it ...

Cheng Ji ordered: "Lift your feet!"

"Stop talking!" Qi Beisong warned Cheng Ji for the last time, "Stay away from me, and leave me alone!"

Cheng Ji wanted to take care of it. If he had the temperament of letting go, he would not have been able to save Shen Zimo in the first place.

"Don't worry!" He was carrying almost all of Qi Beisong's weight, and his tone was strained, "I'll put... put you under the shower head and wash it with warm water, at most a few hours longer, it will definitely work!"

Qi Beisong smiled, he smiled at Cheng Ji's innocence and cuteness, and he really, really wanted to untie his pants in front of this innocent and cute baby.

Sweat oozes from his forehead, dips into the fresh wound, and rolls down his cheek with blood, he can no longer feel the slight pain in the flesh, inside his body, hunger, thirst, labor pain and exhaustion have eroded him, where there has been Hard as iron, he was about half a second away from madness.

He raised his sweaty eyes to look at Cheng Ji's side face, who did not look back, but stared intently at the top of the stairs.

He said: "Hey..."

In a blink of an eye.

Qi Beisong suddenly threw Cheng Ji down, rolled over and pinned him on the stairs!

Cheng Ji escaped from under him like a boneless snake, put his hands under his armpits, and pulled him up the last step with a sudden force.

Qi Beisong fell heavily to the ground, raising his hand to grab the opponent, but Cheng Ji had already fled away.

Qi Beisong wanted to stand up, but suddenly, as if he had been whipped invisible, he curled up into a ball on the cold floor, his fists tightly pressed against his lower abdomen.

...It's another burst, when will it be the head...

The impact of the floor made him wake up a little bit, and after a while of heat, he shouted hoarsely: "Don't go... make me dizzy!"

Cheng Ji didn't answer, and rushed downstairs to the kitchen as fast as he could, and turned on the gas water heater; then he flew back, unscrewed the shower room to spray; he tested the water temperature with his hands, until he felt ready to drag Qi Beisong over, Turning around, he realized that the man was standing behind him.

Qi Beisong brutally pressed him against the glass partition of the shower room, which made him grunt. Hot water flowed on the side of the partition, and steam filled the entire space.

"I told you... to make me... dizzy." Qi Beisong's dark eyes were filled with only thoughts.

Cheng Ji was really a little frightened. He had dealt with many situations but this was not the case. Qi Beisong stuck his whole body between his legs, with his elbows propped on both sides of his face. posture.

In the past, he didn't think it mattered that the difference in height between Qi Beisong and Qi Beisong was about [-] centimeters, but now he knew that a person was also inch-length and inch-strong like Leng Weapon. He was at eye level with Qi Beisong, but his feet had slipped away ground, unable to exert strength.

Of course he has the skills to break free, but that will definitely hurt the opponent, Qi Beisong is innocent, he is just not sober.

It was my fault!Cheng Ji gritted his teeth and thought: At that time, Xiao Maotou threw the potion into the trash can, I shouldn't be careless, but should stare at him and smash the bottles one by one!

When he was hesitating, Qi Beisong had already leaned over and kissed her.

...Maybe it's not called kissing, but biting, swallowing, Cheng Ji's head buzzed, and after recovering, he felt that the pressure on the two thin lips was very painful, even painful.

Qi Beisong gnawed at him indulgently, prying open his tightly closed teeth and sending himself in, it broke somewhere, bloody smell spread in the two mouths, Qi Beisong didn't care at all, the tip of his tongue touched the palate, he was hungry and thirsty Crazy.

Cheng Ji couldn't breathe and began to struggle, Qi Beisong held tight and refused to let go, in terms of strength, he had the absolute upper hand, besides, he was already crazy now.

Cheng Ji knows that attacking anywhere is not as efficient as attacking that place, but he can't, he is afraid that he will ruin the rest of Qi Beisong's life with his palm.

Qi Beisong was rubbing against him there, and he was so frightened that he stiffened like a wooden stake. It felt really... The other party was really a fucking man.

Fuck, it's nothing more than having power, power and good looks. His physical condition is still so good that he can set a pole on fire!

"Give it to me..." Qi Beisong suddenly let go of him for a second, and began to peel off his clothes.

Even a fool can understand the meaning of this sentence, Cheng Ji knows it will be too late if he doesn't run away!

With four fingers of his right hand together, he poked at Qi Beisong's ribs, Qi Beisong flinched in pain, and he took the opportunity to get out of the shackles and run out of the bathroom!

Unexpectedly, Qi Beisong's reaction was also quick, and he rushed over to hook his leg. The ghost medicine made Mr. Qi only have one goal, one desire, one kind of persistence, and he vowed not to give up.

Cheng Ji should have kicked him, but seeing his bewildered face, he couldn't get off, so he was hugged tightly again.

The two rolled and tore on the cold and narrow tile floor, hitting their heads more than once.

Cheng Ji yelled intermittently: "Don't, stop!... Rinse the water! Just flush!"

Qi Beisong didn't say a word, because he was ready to go, he moved resolutely and swiftly like a beast, and the third layer and the outer layer were so thick that he was almost torn apart by him.

Cheng Ji still couldn't really hit him, because he knew how uncomfortable he was now!

He has cooperated with anti-drug operations more than once in his previous life, and he has personally seen those people whose central nervous system has been eroded. Their words and deeds are strange but they don’t know it. , extreme stimulation, and maximum release.

Except for the first two meetings, Qi Beisong actually treated him well.

Mr. Qi has an arrogant attitude and a stinky mouth, but he acts in a different style. In Huangcun people's language, he calls it "evil habits"-evil, fierce, with a stern face and a bit of bullying, but in fact he is used to you. Leaving you alone.

On the day of Ms. Cheng's death, he couldn't see his mother for the last time because of Qi Beisong, so he beat him up; but thinking about it afterwards, it wasn't Mr. Qi's fault. .

Today is also the same, Qi Beisong just raised a few words with Lao Geng, what crime did he commit to endure this?

Cheng Ji raised his eyes slowly. Qi Beisong was biting his neck, planting bright red welts. Fortunately, he was wearing a pullover sweater, which was thicker and tighter. Hands have not been able to take it off.

He said, "I'll help you."

"...Huh? What... baby?" Qi Beisong buried his head in his neck, sucking instinctively.

"I'll help you." Cheng Ji said, "Use your hands."

Qi Beisong was dull for about three seconds, and he understood.

He stopped his movements, grabbed Cheng Ji's face with both hands, and stared at him very close. Suddenly, he carried Cheng Ji by his waist and strode towards the room, throwing Cheng Ji on the bed.

"Help me, baby..." Qi Beisong stood in front of the bed, his wet forehead drooping, and his collar was wide open, revealing his beautifully shaped collarbone.

"Just use your hands..."

He is really not afraid of the cold, and in this kind of weather, he just wears a cashmere sweater with a sweetheart neckline under his overcoat, and his muscles seem to be visible through the clothes.

Chen Chuan said that his upper body is like a fan, but he was actually joking with him. He is stronger than most people, but he does not look exaggerated. He is still slender, tight and good-looking.

"Don't call me baby." Cheng Ji felt his ears burn with embarrassment.

"You are my baby..." Qi Beisong climbed onto the bed and approached him, "I'm very glad...it's you today."

"Don't bark for a while." Cheng Ji's blood was surging, he was thin-skinned.

"...I want it." Qi Beisong said.

He threw his coat on the floor and unbuttoned his trousers.

Cheng Ji just glanced at it and felt that his life would be shortened by three years, thanks to the fact that he only agreed to use his hands just now, if he used another place, he would probably die here tonight!

"Will you?" Qi Beisong licked his lower lip and slowly approached him with deep eyes.

"..." Cheng Ji closed his eyes and opened them again, already disregarding life and death, "Yes."

"You're blushing." Qi Beisong said with half-closed eyes.

"Don't talk!" This time, he growled a few times, "Come quickly!"

"Can I cling to... cling to you?" Qi Beisong asked, "I feel like I'm about to... crack..."

Cheng Ji opened his arms and encircled him from behind. Cheng Ji was a little smaller in size, but as a man, it doesn't matter who hugs whom.

Qi Beisong leaned his neck back, resting his head on his shoulder, brushing his hot lips against the side of his neck.

"I like you..." he whispered, "...baby."

"Don't talk, you're not sober." Cheng Ji was just as hot and ashamed as he was.

"I like you." Qi Beisong's obsession did not come from drugs.

"..." Cheng Ji endured his stormy kisses, endured the most instinctive teasing, restrained his own honest reaction, and took a long time to hold back two words, "Thank you."

(Drip - help each other, let the brothers enjoy the card.)

Qi Beisong worked hard all night.

Cheng Ji's two quilts, two pillows and a throw pillow were swept to the corner by him at the very beginning. He has long arms and legs, and uses his strong arms and waist to show off his might on the bed.

Every time Cheng Ji couldn't bear to run, or when he was about to punch, he seemed to have soared his IQ, grabbed his ankle, and shouted in a hoarse or forceful voice: "You promised me to make whatever I want!"

Cheng Ji wished he could slap himself twice, what a fucking crow's mouth!

The fourth time was already three or four o'clock in the morning, and Cheng Ji was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift a finger, so he lay down on the bruised bed and said, "You build it, you build it, let me sleep for a while!"

Young Master Qi said with red lips and red face: "Okay, enough strength!"

Then... it didn't really happen. Mr. Qi is very good at this, and he kept the line of the promise from beginning to end.

Finally, the two of them finished their quarrel and passed out. Cheng Ji was still a little conscious. Before he passed out, he brought a quilt to cover himself and Qi Beisong, and then went to the bathroom to turn off the bath water that had been left on for almost a night.

Fortunately, the water heater has already turned off by itself due to overheating protection, otherwise it would be really difficult to explain to Lao Geng when the gas bill came.

……

At about seven o'clock in the morning, Cheng Ji woke up suddenly because of the suffocation, and desperately broke free from Qi Beisong's tightly bound arms, turned over and got out of bed, gasping for breath.

He is still neat, the sweater is still there, the trousers are pulled up, but the mud between the legs (rubbed out the last time), in short, it is not in the way.

But Qi Beisong was different, his hair was disheveled and he lay face down on the bed, sleeping soundly.Cheng Ji lifted the quilt to take a look, and felt that he was as messy as if he had been to ten flower games.

"..."

Cheng Ji squatted down covering her face, feeling ashamed for a while, not knowing who spoiled whom.