How to cough up blood

Mansion No. 8 is a hook-up club that integrates a soup pool hotel.

There are countless bars around the clubhouse, but there are only two or three of the best ones, but it will be more troublesome to find someone.

This place is far away from Tianxi Court, and Ji Zhisheng has not been to this area yet, so he picked a bar that looked exquisitely decorated, and walked in.

The car was parked in the parking lot of the mansion. He really didn't plan to go home today.

Because of the long-term medication, when he first woke up in the hospital, he was actually on the verge of collapse.He could feel the concern of Xi Jin and Qin Yan, but just like taking medicine, he couldn't give half a response.

Until today, I barely suppressed those emotions.

He needed an indulgent catharsis.

As for Xi Jin...

Ji Zhisheng pursed his lips, and when he raised his head again, there was no emotion in his eyes other than a smile. His brows and eyes were bent and he leaned on the bar, "A glass of Gibson, thank you."

Some people seem to be born with a luminous body, which will attract everyone's attention. As soon as Ji Zhisheng came in, several ambiguous gazes fell on his body, wandering on his waist, side face and neckline.

The palm of Ji Zhisheng's left hand was wrapped with gauze, and there were still some traces of the scratches left on his neck before. It looked like it was strangled by the collar. Suddenly, several people exchanged glances and came up to test it.

"Sir, do you want to play a game together?"

Ji Zhisheng raised his head, and the person talking to him was a man with a cold face and a very nice voice.

He smiled, his eyes twinkling, "...Oh? What game?"

"It's nothing," the man in front of him had a look of fire in his eyes, "It's just... a game of punishment and submission, you should know." He looked at the wounds on Ji Zhisheng's neck and hands.

Ji Zhisheng understood, and said casually: "Sorry, I don't mix in your circle, and I don't like being punished."

"Is that so..." The man was thoughtful, and he pointed to a few handsome boys on the booth next to him, "They are all from our circle... If you are interested, sir, you can voluntarily form a partner with someone , try a punishment?"

Ji Zhisheng followed his line of sight to look over, and those boys suddenly became secretly excited.The exposed parts of their bodies, with faint traces of bruises, are the conquered party in that circle.

Ji Zhi paused for a moment, his profile turned a little cold, and he took a sip of his wine: "No need, I'm not interested."

The man said sorry tactfully, and returned to the circle among them in the corner, not paying attention to him anymore.

Ji Zhisheng drank one cup after another, originally wanted to go to the stage and dance along, but when he really sat here, he found that he didn't want to move at all.

Even... a little want to eat the rice cooked by Xi Jin.

Xi Jin was cold in the hospital for three days, plus what he said when he went out today, it should make that guy give up.

Going to the bar to relieve my mood doesn't seem to work as well as before.After staying for so long, he drank a lot, and the feeling of pressure in his heart was not lacking at all.

He is not a fool who is dying of a disease. On the contrary, he is very sensitive to his emotional changes, and will actively adjust and take medicine.He was afraid that he would really become a madman in the end.

Next time I will change to a different way of relief...

Ji Zhisheng leaned halfway on the bar, his eyes behind the glasses were a little blurred, he pushed away the empty wine glass in his hand, waved his hand, and said in a low voice: "... Mix me another glass."

His body began to turn a faint red, and the strange blue flowers on the tattoo stickers on his collarbone were even more alluring, while the black earrings on his earlobe added a touch of wildness to his gentle side face.

Dangerous and mysterious.

More and more people struck up a conversation, and more and more people were rejected, but the number of people following Ji Zhisheng quietly increased.Even a few nearby bars heard some rumors, and they all went to this bar, and there were more people in silence.

Ji Zhisheng frowned, his mind was a little dazed, he took out his phone and checked the time, it was 01:30 in the morning.Don't sleep any more. It's dawn.

So he paid the money, and walked slowly towards Mansion No. 8. There were about five or six people who followed him out, all of whom were fairly good-looking, and they all wanted to strike up a conversation.

Ji Zhisheng saw that they didn't bother, but just followed, so he pretended not to see them.After drinking so much wine, his stomach was burning and aching.

"Hello, open a room."

Front desk lady: "OK...?"

The smile on her face paused for a moment, and she glanced at Ji Zhisheng, as if confirming something, "Please wait a moment."

Ji Zhisheng was very sleepy, leaning his elbows on the front desk, and said slowly: "Please hurry up."

The front desk lady quickly sent a few messages, then looked up and looked at the five or six men behind Ji Zhisheng with some embarrassment, "...are you together?"

The manager told her that as soon as she met this person, she would contact Shao Xi. She saw a series of machine-gun inquiries from Shao Xi on the phone, and she felt her scalp tingling.

[Take a good look at the person and ask him if he lives by himself or with someone else. ]

[If you're with someone else, don't delay me, I'll be there right away. ]

[If he is alone, arrange the best room. ]

Ji Zhisheng didn't react a bit, thinking that there were not enough rooms, he frowned and said: "...There is no room?"

The people behind him also looked over.

The lady at the front desk: "..."

numb.

She smiled politely, and then quickly explained the situation to Xi Jin:

[Back to the boss, the person you let us pay attention to seems to be drunk. ]

[Then quickly arrange a room for him. ]

The lady at the front desk: [We don't have such a big room, the gentleman not only brought himself, but also brought five people. ]

Their serious hotels have always only operated 1V1 or 1V0, and they do not engage in illegal activities.

After this message was sent out, there was no reply from Xi Jin.

The lady at the front desk played Tai Chi with Ji Zhisheng conscientiously, almost crying with laughter, and it lasted 10 minutes.

Ji Zhisheng turned the ID card in his hand, and finally a trace of impatience floated on his drunken eyebrows, "...forget it."

Going to other hotels is the same, why is it so troublesome here.

He turned away.

Ji Zhisheng's eyes were a little hazy because of drunkenness, but with a glance, he could take half of a person's soul away.The five people behind him originally just wanted to admire the beauty for a while, but now they have some thoughts that they shouldn't have.

In the middle, a young man dressed as a son of a rich family came up with a smile and supported Ji Zhisheng's forearm, "Sir, where are you going? I'll see you off?"

Ji Zhisheng stopped, looked down at the hand on his elbow, reacted for a while, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the desire to beat someone was just around the corner.

But in the eyes of others, his slow reaction is tantamount to acquiescing, the person who supported Ji Zhisheng became jealous, and his fingers dishonestly wanted to get into his cuff.

At this moment, the door of Mansion No. 8 was pushed open, and a hand grabbed the young man's wrist fiercely, and an angry and stern voice sounded

"you wanna die."

Click.

Immediately afterwards, the young man wailed, "Fuck! It hurts!"

His arm was folded by life, this is a very standard grappling grab.

The young man was furious, turned around and was about to yell, when suddenly he met a cold and wild face, his mind went blank for two seconds, and he blurted out: "Young Master Xi?!"

Xi Jin's dark eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the people who were following Ji Zhisheng, his hands became stronger and stronger, until the young man couldn't help begging for mercy, then he suddenly let go, and said coldly: "Go away. "

The manager of the lobby had already arrived, nodded and bowed and followed beside Xi Jin, and immediately asked the person in charge of the mansion to drive these people out.

Ji Zhisheng's eyes were blank for a moment, and then slowly fell on Xi Jin, who was looking at him with something suppressed in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the lobby manager hurriedly asked the people around him not to stay here, and left one after another.

Ji Zhisheng wandered around the bar for a few hours, the smell of perfume on his body was very corrupt, under the influence of alcohol, those very serious glasses, not only did not have the usual refined abstinence, but added a bit of inexplicable prodigal son breath.

Xi Jin approached slowly, he was taller than Ji Zhisheng, with profound features, and a much taller frame, when he got close, he felt an inexplicable and dangerous sense of oppression.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his brows were lowered, his fists on his side were tightened and loosened, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his breath was a little suppressed.

A moment later, Xi Jin raised her hand and landed on Ji Zhisheng's shoulder, but only smoothed out a wrinkle on the clothes.

He sighed and said in a low voice, "You're tired."

Ji Zhisheng frowned lightly, his mind was dazed, because of dizziness, he subconsciously pressed his forehead against Xi Jin's shoulder, and said, "...Why are you here?"

Of course, I am afraid that you will be swallowed.

Xi Jin held her breath in her heart.

The ghost knows how he felt after reading the message from the front desk lady, saying that Ji Zhisheng brought several people to open a room.

There are too many people in this area, he parked his car aside and ran here, afraid that Ji Zhisheng would suffer if he was late.

This guy is really, not reassuring at all.

"It's all here," Xi Jin said angrily.

"Oh……"

When Ji Zhisheng's brain was in a daze, his reaction was particularly slow and straightforward, a bit similar to the state after empathy that day.

He pulled Xi Jin's collar, his voice was low and sleepy, "I'm tired," which was the answer to Xi Jin's question just now.

The lady at the front desk immediately handed over a room card with a wink, the penthouse suite.

Xi Jin took it over, frowned to support Ji Zhisheng, and helped him walk towards the elevator.

Just like this, when he half-supported to the door of the apartment on the top floor, Xu Xijin's breath gave him enough sense of security, and Ji Zhisheng had already half-slept.

Xi Jin opened the door, inserted the key card, turned around and closed the door, and helped Ji Zhisheng onto the bed.

This suite is very luxuriously decorated, and it is not usually used for guests. It is a room specially reserved by the Xi family for business trips.The facilities in the room are all available, even a small kitchen.

Xi Jin saw that Ji Zhisheng was frowning, and kept covering his abdomen with his hands. Remembering that this guy didn't seem to have eaten yet, he shook Ji Zhisheng: "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Ji Zhisheng opened his eyes slightly, unbuttoned two more buttons at the collar of his shirt at some point, his fair chest was glowing beautiful red.

After a while, he nodded, his brown eyes were a little blurred, "Yeah."

With this inexplicably obedient appearance, Xi Jin was slightly silent.

He remembered the previous night in Owon district.

Ji Zhisheng seems to be very obedient and straightforward when he is in a trance.

Xi Jin rolled her Adam's apple, and said in a low voice, "...what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"Egg noodles?"

Ji Zhisheng shook his head.

"Fried vegetables, rice porridge?"

Ji Zhisheng shook his head.

"fruit?"

Ji Zhisheng sat up slowly, took off his glasses, seemed to be a little unclear, and got very close.I don't have the slightest thought of eating.

Xi Jin was helpless: "What do you want to eat, just tell me."

"I want to eat...you," Ji Zhisheng's voice was slightly hoarse, inexplicably provocative.

Xi Jin choked for breath.

However, before he could react, Ji Zhisheng added the last sentence slowly, "...the rice you left in the insulated box."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xi Jin quietly and stopped talking.

The extremely clean eyes because of the slow response, and the extremely gentle and ascetic face, and the perfume tattoo earrings on his body... These erotic things created an extremely vivid impact.

Xi Jin's heart skipped a beat, she was inexplicably teased and speechless, coughed lightly after a while: "Morning, tell me earlier, I'm already out, I have to go back and get it."

His ears were slightly red: "How about I make another copy for you now, it's the same anyway, there's no difference..."

After Ji Zhisheng listened, he might not have reacted at first, but when Xi Jin thought he agreed and got up to go to the kitchen, the back of his hand was lightly pressed.

A slender and thin hand held him silently, with fingertips still curled up, Ji Zhisheng looked up at him, and repeated: "I just want to eat what's in the incubator."

Obviously there was no ups and downs in her tone, but Xi Jin could hear a bit of grievance, a bit like being coquettish.

"...!"

Xi Jin's ears turned red, and she withdrew her hand expressionlessly.

I thought to myself, don’t I just want to eat rice in an insulated box, let alone an insulated box.

Even if Ji Zhisheng wants the stars in the sky now, he has to find a way to get them off, right?Not picking is not a man.

The author has something to say:

Zhizhi: I want to eat.

Xi Jin: (Dizzy from being fascinated jpg.)