Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

"Pei Zhao."

Qi Sui's voice was deep, and he reached out and poked his cheek twice, "Don't get drunk on me, I won't tolerate you."

Not to be outdone, Pei Zhao exhaled an intoxicating breath, "What about you? You can't stand it at all. Who can get used to this problem of yours?"

What's wrong...

Qi Sui's hand trembled, and he suddenly felt that his self-esteem was damaged, and he fiercely grabbed his face.

"You're used to it!"

"Okay, I'm used to it."

Pei Zhao was lying on the bed, suddenly raised his head, and put his arms around the young man's neck.

The delicate tones were submerged in the ambiguous kiss.

Qi Sui was a little dizzy from the strong smell of alcohol, and his lips opened slightly unconsciously, allowing the other party to do whatever he wanted and responded.

He remembered business.

He tilted his head and reached out to lift the man's shirt.

"Kiss me too, take off your clothes, go to bed quickly."

"Well..." Pei Zhao moved forward persistently.

With the strength of the alcohol, like a crazy person, chasing after kisses, chasing after kisses.

Qi Sui couldn't avoid it, and when he breathed hotly, he moaned softly.

"Why are you thicker-skinned than a chopping board?"

The corners of the young man's eyes were dyed crimson, and he pinched his waist gently, "I kissed him, and even touched my nose and face. Go to sleep."

"A Sui..."

Pei Zhao suddenly said: "Why can't you be nicer to me?"

Qi Sui was puzzled when he heard this, and felt his lips being licked very lightly.

Like a small feather, it stirred up a small storm in his heart.

His voice was soft and a little stubborn, "What have I done wrong to you? Did I stab you with a knife? No."

"You never tell the truth."

Pei Zhao suddenly lost his interest, reached out and violently tore off the restraints on his chest, took them off three times and threw them on the ground.

He got into bed without saying a word and became quiet.

Sensing that something was wrong with his mood, Qi Sui frowned, her lips landed on his ear and touched it gently.

The soft tone sounds a bit erotic and alluring.

"What's wrong? You haven't told me yet, why are you going to drink? Don't you like drinking? Are you in a bad mood, drinking to drown your sorrows?"

Pei Zhao ignored him and turned sideways silently, as if he was angry.

Qi Sui found it funny and became interested.

He raised his elbows half up and deliberately touched his cheek with the tip of his nose.

"Pei Zhao, are you naive? You said you wanted to kiss me, and you are still angry with me? I didn't recruit you."

The temperature tonight seemed to be lower than usual, and there was a thin layer of frost in the air, just between the two of them.

Qi Sui couldn't wait for his answer for a long time and was too lazy to wait.

He lifted the quilt up and covered himself.

While he was half asleep, the person next to him moved again, his hot body pressed up against him, and he hugged his waist from behind.

He kissed the back of his neck.

The side of his ear.

Everywhere he can reach.

Qi Sui was quickly kissed until his whole body became weak and trembling. His originally calm heart became extremely irritable, and he didn't understand what he was fussing over.

She stretched out her hand to push against his chest, which was pressed down again.

"Pei Zhao, are you done yet? I'm really sleepy and don't want to have fun with you in the middle of the night. If you have anything to say, just say it. If you don't have anything to say, go to bed."

It’s winter, it’s very cold!

Pei Zhao was in a semi-drunk state, but after hearing this, he obediently stopped and hugged the person in his arms surprisingly tightly.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "A Sui, please leave the palace."

"What did you say?" Qi Sui was startled, thinking he heard wrongly.

Isn't it the nonsense you said when you were too drunk?

As a result, Pei Zhao repeated what he just said again, pronouncing the words more clearly.

It doesn't sound like nonsense, but more like a decision that has been made for a long time.

Qi Sui broke away from his arms, sat up from the bed, and confirmed again.

"You want to drive me away?"

Although he did eat and drink for free, right... did the palace send him a pair of chopsticks?

Pei Zhao did not answer his question directly, only said: "Leave the palace, I will arrange your whereabouts, and you will not suffer any loss."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. You were drunk today and I don't want to discuss this issue with you."

"I'm not kidding you, I'm serious."

"..."

Qi Sui's eyes flashed slightly, he unconsciously clenched the quilt under him, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Pei Zhao took a deep breath, as if he had woken up from the drunkenness, and said slowly:

"I've thought about it carefully in the past few days. It was really an impulse to keep you in the palace..."

"..." Qisui was still silent.

He looked calmly at the man beside the bed, his eyes deep and sinking.

Pei Zhao's cheeks were flushed and his breath was a little disordered. He forgot all the words he had prepared and frowned and said sadly:

"I can't explain it clearly. I will arrange for you to leave in the next few days. You can clean up."

Qi Sui sneered, half-arched and came closer to the man, with an ambiguous tone, "It started with chaos and ended up giving up. Why did you sleep with me for nothing?"

"I won't treat you badly."

"So kind?"

Qi Sui gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Suddenly he stretched out his legs and kicked him off the bed!

"Notre Dame Cathedral has collapsed a long time ago, and you have no place to go!"

Pei Zhao wailed, now completely awake.

Seeing the young man get off the bed without wearing any shoes, Yang Fist punched him in the head again.

"Ow!"

"Repeat what you just said. What does it mean to leave the palace? What does it mean not to let me suffer? Do I look so worthless!?"

"Qisui!"

Pei Zhao gasped, and as soon as he fell to the ground, the young man grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, straddling his lap.

Qi Sui's tone was calm, but there was a cruel look in his eyes. He smiled lightly and said:

"Pei Zhao, if you have anything to say, please tell me. At least tell me soberly. Instead of shouting at me under the influence of alcohol, even tofu has a brain, do you have one?"

Pei Zhao was trembling in his heart, his mind was in a mess, and he said solemnly: "The ground is cold, go to bed."

"I asked you to say what you just said again!"

"..."

Pei Zhao gritted his teeth, and he didn't know where the momentum came from. He held his neck and roared forward.

"I say it again, leave the palace! Leave tomorrow! Don't you understand? I'll let you go!"

"How dare you fucking say that!"

Qi Sui was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pushed the person to the ground and started to beat him, "You're still drunk, right? You can't speak without thinking. Please wake up and talk again!"

Pei Zhao didn't hide, he closed his eyes and waited for him to beat him.

As a result, before the fist fell, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and the wooden door was pushed open with great force.

Gao Yan panicked and rushed in panting.

"Master, I heard some movement here. What happened...?"

The words stopped suddenly, and Gao Yan's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the two people walking up and down on the ground, and wrung his hands at a loss.

He always thought...his young prince was the one above...?

Looking at this position now, something doesn’t look right.