Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

When Shen Ci came back, he saw the man curled up on the sofa at the moment, and he smelled the sweet aroma of fruit wine from afar. There were several bottles of fruit wine on the table, but they were all empty.

Walking to the sofa, he saw that his face was reddish, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fallen asleep, but his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was very disturbed.

He reached out and stroked his forehead lightly, then gently picked him up and walked towards the bedroom.

Perhaps the movement woke him up, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was that perfect profile face.

Feeling a sudden sense of security in my heart, I put my arms around Shen Ci's neck.

Shen Ci was about to put him on the bed, but he didn't let go, his head was pressed against his chest, and the movements of his hands were unambiguous.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ci asked softly in a low voice.

"Where have you been these few days? Don't say a word." Sleeping in a daze, even the voice seemed a little hazy.

Shen Ci sat on the bed, wrapped him in his arms, rested his chin on his head, and bent his mouth, "What's the matter, I haven't seen you for a few days, so I just borrowed wine to relieve my sorrow, I think so?"

Qi Song raised his eyes to look at him, the two eyes intertwined, Shen Ci's handsome face seemed to have been engraved into his heart, he asked without thinking, "Shen Ci, in case... I am not your second Uncle, will you still like me?"

I am very puzzled that he would ask such a question, and this question is also very strange.

Shen Ci lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "No matter who you are, the only one I love is you, your heart." He pressed Qi Song's heart and answered seriously .

Qi Song seemed to be relieved, and finally showed a smile, and hugged his waist tightly.

"Did anything unhappy happen today? Why did you drink so much wine suddenly?" Shen Ci asked after thinking about it.

"Those are just fruit wine, and they won't make you drunk." Qi Song retorted.

"Really? Then why are you blushing now?" Shen Ci touched his flushed cheek.

"Did you forget that when I was socializing before, the drinking capacity is not a joke. How can I get drunk with this little wine? Maybe it's too hot." He didn't think much about it.

"Every time you look like this, it's like luring me to do something bad, you know?"

Shen Ci couldn't help but kissed his lips again, sticking to each other superficially, as if treating a treasure.

Qi Song circled his neck and kissed his lips, "I know, you always write your thoughts on your face."

Qi Song took the initiative to send a kiss. This move made Shen Ci a little flattered, even very surprised. When the two of them were together, Qi Song was restrained and reserved most of the time, and he rarely took the initiative like this.

His lips were soft and sweet, Shen Ci couldn't help but want to explore more, the two of them were entwined with each other, and Qi Song couldn't hold his breath.

"Shen Ci, I seem to like you more and more, what should I do?"

While breathing, Qi Song panted and asked, he was a little unclear why he suddenly asked such a question, but the anxiety in his heart prompted him to ask it subconsciously.

"Me too, I love you so much that I want to rub you into my bones, you say... what should I do? I can only love you more, what else can I do?"

Qi Song hugged him tightly, as if a person who was about to suffocate suddenly found a source of water.

Shen Ci lightly stroked his hair, always felt that he was a little different today, what was different, he seemed to be unable to explain why, but just hugged him gently, and slowly coaxed him to sleep.

What does the future look like?Who cares?As long as we can be together happily with him now, Qi Song felt that he might be crazy for having such thoughts, and he couldn't control himself more and more.