[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

Chapter 23

The room fell into silence, and time seemed to have been pressed to stop, making it imperceptible.

"Who do you think I am?"

No one answered.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't answer, he can guess.

Suddenly, Cheng Yourang stood up, picked up another pillow on the bed, and slapped Qi Chi hard on the head.

Qi Chi was leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes blurred.His movement was sudden, he didn't dodge, his head was tilted by the force, and he knocked his forehead.

The knock was muffled, and Cheng Yourang didn't know if it hurt or not, so he raised his hand and breathed into his face again.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qi Chi, who was beaten continuously, finally spoke. He should be angry, but because of his illness, his eyes still looked soft, and there was no anger in his voice.

But because of this, Cheng Yourang became more daring, raised the pillow and slammed it on his chest again: "You offended me again and again, what's the matter if I call back?"

Being sick and just finished taking the medicine, Qi Chi would really be unable to exert himself, and he would just lie down and be attacked by him serially.

"Let me tell you, I don't want to be anyone's substitute, nor can I do whatever you want. In a sense, I'm still your father!"

Cheng Yourang reasoned with him while beating him, and he really played hard and soft.

"Can't you be a good person? If you can't catch up with Qiao Shumu, don't you look for the reason from yourself? Who can like you like a scum like you!"

Qi Chi, who was caught in such a big pot, glared at him: "I'm more scumbag than you?"

"You don't care!" The truth is in Cheng Yourang's hands, Huluo Pingyang will be bullied by dogs, it is unlucky for this sickly Qi Chi to fall into his hands, "Anyway, I want to do justice for the sky today!"

"It's not like I offended you once or twice. You just want to do justice for the sky today?"

Cheng Yourang was choked by him, guilty and didn't want to admit that he was specifically picking on him when he was sick, so his eyes turned cold: "Why don't I smother you to death now, so as to avoid future troubles forever?"

Qi Chi closed his eyes: "Then you come."

In a society ruled by law, Cheng Yourang really couldn't do such a thing.

But he managed to regain his momentum in front of Qi Chi, and he didn't want to be looked down upon by him.So he took the pillow and covered his face, trying to smother him to death.

Qi Chi, whose head was suffocated, soon coughed violently, and his body also struggled.

Cheng You let his shoulder hurt from his grasp, and felt his cough getting louder and louder. Worried that this was some flashback before he died, he hurriedly removed the pillow in fright.

As soon as the pillow was removed, he felt his eyes go dark, and his world spun.

When he recovered, he had been raped by Qi Chi.

He suspected that he was just pretending to be beaten while lying obediently just now, and beat him angrily: "Let go of me, you rascal!"

Qi Chi pressed him firmly under him, and pinched his face in retaliation: "Weren't you quite arrogant when you hit me just now? What's wrong with being a rascal like you?"

Cheng Yourang wanted to kick him, but he pinned him down with his legs, unable to move at all.

But he was still stubborn, insisting on proving his innocence: "Who's a rogue? I hit you for a reason! If you sleep, what else can I see besides proving that you are a pervert?"

"Then I'm a pervert," Qi Chi looked at his face seriously, "Can I sleep with you now?"

Cheng Yourang was startled by this shameless logic, but he dug a hole for himself to jump into, and was furious: "I asked Qiao Shumu to stay and take care of you. He stayed here for so long. Did you die at that time?" Want to sleep with me instead? Do you really have a problem and dare not let him know?"

A man can't listen to such words, Qi Chi gave him a hard push: "Come and see if I have any problems?"

Cheng Yourang arched his back, and there was no place to hide. He secretly thought something was wrong, and began to think of other ways, and his tone softened: "You are sick, can you take a good rest? Can this exercise do you any good?"

Qi Chi took his clothes off with his hands: "Otherwise, how do you know if I can do it?"

Cheng Yourang also knew that men like to be brave in this regard, so he could only flatter him: "It's my fault, you are the best and you are the best, right? I know it all, you should take good care of your illness and don't use it to prove it to me! Your body is the most important thing." The capital of the revolution!"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Qi Chi covered his mouth in dissatisfaction, "What's the use of saying this now, you just don't cry when you see the coffin."

"Woooooooo..."

What Cheng Yourang wanted to say turned into a bunch of unintelligible syllables.He stared at the man on him with wide eyes, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Qi Chi threw his clothes on the ground, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and let out a sigh of satisfaction: "You smell so good."

Cheng Yourang closed his eyes in desperation, and his whole body was trembling slightly as the skins that were attached to each other were delicate to the touch.

He knew it was no big deal to take a nap, but if the object was Qi Chi - he didn't want to.

"Sleep, here tonight."

Qi Chi kissed the corner of his eyes, covered him with a quilt, hugged him through the quilt, and closed his eyes.

After everything calmed down, Cheng Yourang quietly opened his eyes, looking at the face in front of him in surprise.

His face was three-dimensional, with deep contours.The light and shadow falling on the face are extraordinarily beautiful.

"I know it is you."

He spoke softly, as if in a dream.

"What did you say?"

Cheng Yourang asked him, but got no response.He also knew that he would not say it a second time.

Lying on the same bed with him, Cheng Yourang couldn't sleep.He didn't dare to turn over, for fear of disturbing the people around him.

He just listened to the long breathing of the person next to him, and stayed until the middle of the night before he finally felt tired and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Cheng Yourang saw Qi Chi's extremely enlarged facial features as soon as he opened his eyes.

With a jolt, he bounced out violently.

After replaying in a daze, he didn't realize what happened last night.He was left in his room just like that, and was forced to share the same bed all night.

And judging from the positions they occupy on the bed, it is very likely that he got into people's arms after falling asleep.

He regretted his lack of tune, slapped his head, rolled up his clothes and ran away.

When he came to Qiao Shumu's door, he just opened it, and the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was suddenly awkward.

"Are you up so early?" Cheng Yourang laughed dryly.

Qiao Shumu said "hmm", "biological clock."

"Okay," Cheng Yourang wanted to escape, "I'll go back to my room first."

His room is next door, just two steps away.As soon as he put on the doorknob, he heard Qiao Shumu calling him again.

"Hey! How is he?"

Cheng Yourang swallowed: "He hasn't woken up yet."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew that he was not calling himself.But on the opposite side is Qiao Shumu's kind of person, and he must have guessed where he stayed last night when he saw him coming from that direction.

"I mean——" Qiao Shumu smiled slightly, "how is his cold, is it better?"

"I didn't notice," Cheng Yourang pushed down the doorknob, "You go and have a look."

This time it wasn't a matchmaking on purpose, he really didn't pay attention.He remembered that when he woke up in the morning, he took a look at Qi Chi and found that he was really good-looking and had good skin, so he resisted the thought of killing.For the rest, even the fact that he was ill was forgotten.

"Forget it, it won't be good if you come across something you shouldn't see." Qiao Shumu shook his head with a smile, and wanted to go back to the room.

"Wait!" Cheng Yourang suddenly stopped him, "Why do you have such dark circles under your eyes, did you not sleep well last night?"

Qiao Shumu's work and rest has always been irregular, but he is rare and delicate, and he is good at taking care of himself.When I usually see him, I see him as a beautiful woman with no imperfections in his whole body. It is rare to see dark circles or wrinkles on his face.

"Maybe it's the bed, I didn't sleep very comfortably."

After Qiao Shumu finished answering, he stepped into the room and closed the door.