The rain threads fluttered incessantly in the wind, thunder raged, smashing a dull sound between heaven and earth.

​The sycamore trees in the distance were washed shiny by the rain. The rain was torrential, hitting heavily on the drooping sycamore leaves, pouring down along the drooping arc, cascading into a smooth line.

​The flowers under the sycamore trees were beaten to pieces by the raindrops, trembling in the air.

​In the boundless silence, Gu Qichi could only hear his rapid heartbeat and Bo Yu’s panting.

​He had teased too much, forcing Bo Yu to the brink of explosion. One more minute, and he might really go crazy.

​Gu Qichi was blocked in the corner outside the hotel, his slender back against the uneven stone pillar, Bo Yu’s distinct knuckles sandwiched between his butterfly bones ready to fly and the stone pillar.

​His head was forced up, his slender and fair neck taut in a beautiful arc, his jaw firmly clamped by Bo Yu, his mouth opened. Bo Yu’s tongue showed no mercy, forcefully prying open Gu Qichi’s teeth.

​Different from the kiss that stopped at the banquet just now, this kiss was violent, with irresistible ferocity.

​The aroma of wine passed in the entanglement, drunkenness evaporated, spreading bit by bit. Gu Qichi was kissed so hard that he couldn’t help trembling, standing on tiptoe, crumbling.

​This kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, long enough that Gu Qichi couldn’t catch his breath at all. Excessive lack of oxygen and the paralysis of alcohol made him groggy. When Bo Yu let go, his legs went weak unconsciously. If Bo Yu hadn’t firmly held his waist, Gu Qichi might have slid down immediately.

​(Review is good, just kissing, nothing else was done, nothing below the neck in this chapter)

​He opened his mouth, panting slightly, wishing to take all the surrounding air into his lungs.

​Those amorous and loose peach blossom eyes were watery red at this moment. After the drunkenness invaded, his cheeks and neck were also crimson, water mist氤氲 in the bottom of his eyes, spreading a tide of color.

​Bo Yu picked him up completely, letting him lean on his shoulder. Fair and slender five fingers gently rubbed and kneaded at the back of his neck, soft finger pads pressed on the wet back of the neck, his eyes meaningful.

​His brow bone was high, eye sockets deep, phoenix eyes narrow and long, outline sharp, most of his face hidden in the flickering light and shadow, eye color as thick as overturned ink, facial features cold, expression indifferent, just staring fixedly at Gu Qichi in his arms who was forced to tears.

​Gu Qichi shuddered silently, trembling slightly in the wind, pupils somewhat dilated.

​That shuddering feeling of being stared at by a beast swept over again, no longer the restraint and suppression after casual teasing before.

​This time, the beast let out a low and hoarse roar from its throat, scarlet tongue tip licking over sharp teeth, staring viciously at that section of fair and tender neck. Sharp teeth would pierce the windpipe, sweet blood bursting forth, taken into its mouth. It would plunder everything, never letting go of its prey again, giving the other party not a shred of possibility to escape.

​The five fingers pressing on the back of his neck quietly increased strength, Bo Yu turned his head, gently biting Gu Qichi’s auricle.

​”Gu Qichi, since the words have been spoken, you absolutely cannot go back on them.”

​”Otherwise I will let you know what the consequences of provoking me are.”

​After saying this, Gu Qichi was picked up horizontally by Bo Yu. The black suit draped over the young man, blocking most of the wind and rain. Gu Qichi’s wrist was sore and weak, the hand holding the umbrella unsteady, crooked, always hitting Bo Yu’s head.

​The man didn’t say a word, long legs defying proportion, pace urgent but arms very steady, not letting Gu Qichi feel half a bit of bumps and discomfort. Expensive leather shoes stepped into puddles without scruple, making crackling sounds.

​Usually loose all disappeared, the ink color at the bottom of his eyes thick and hard to dissolve, Bo Yu pursed his lips, almost unable to suppress the irritability in his heart.

​The person in his arms was very light, barely any meat at all, and had been hungry in the crew for so many days, the person was much thinner, the weight when picked up was even lighter.

​The car lights in the distance were dazzling, white and yellow rays interwoven, swaying past eyes, Bo Yu squinted slightly, tip of tongue unconsciously licking the side of cheek.

​Gu Qichi should eat more. With him by his side, he absolutely cannot let him indulge himself like this, not eating on time, alcoholism, these bad habits should be well managed.

​The moment he was thrown into the Maybach, the umbrella in his hand was taken away. Except for the trouser legs, Gu Qichi was warm and dry.

​He turned his head, drunk and hazy, moisture hazy in his eyes, slightly propping up his body watching Bo Yu close the umbrella.

​Bo Yu’s hands were very good-looking, fair and slender, knuckles distinct, also with rough calluses, igniting a scorching heat on his back.

​The umbrella ribs were made of metal, cold to the touch, frame hard, many water droplets rolling on the umbrella, one after another transparent water marks winding on the black umbrella surface. The umbrella was completely closed, those rain beads crackling and breaking into beads, making slight sounds.

​Bo Yu’s finger pads were soaked by rain beads, cold white fingertips showing some red, he turned his head, looked at Gu Qichi in the corner, and beckoned to him.

​Bo Yu: “Gu Qichi, come here.”

​The young man called by name was dazed, somewhat stunned, but still slowly leaned over, legs touching, unexpectedly colliding, rubbing, Gu Qichi’s hand was taken into Bo Yu’s hand, firmly controlled, then interlaced through fingers, five fingers clasped.

​The slight coolness of rain and the temperature of skin were all branded on the skin, Gu Qichi was held very tight, knuckles could even feel sparse pain.

​The young man leaned closer, eyes clear, unconsciously revealing some attachment and trust. The bridge of the nose was upturned, tip of the nose slightly showing some pink, lip flesh full, but visibly somewhat swollen, not only that, there were also many fine small wounds on the lips.

​All bitten out by Bo Yu just now.

​The car door was closed, in the confined small space, Bai Heng had already tactfully opened the partition of the back row of the Maybach, looking straight ahead, silently reciting “Heart-Clearing Mantra”.

​A tactful and capable assistant should reasonably play dead at this time.

​Bai Heng quietly glanced at the hazy figure approaching reflected in the rearview mirror, then withdrew his gaze as if nothing happened, the smile between his lips gradually expanding.

​With the boss’s wife to appease Bo Yu, President Bo’s mood became better, his bonus for this quarter must be stable.

​Gu Qichi spoke quietly, voice slightly hoarse, interlaced hands pulled up because of his movement, open chest exposing most again.

​”Bo Yu, I’m so hot.”

​Two buttons of his shirt sleeves were undone, tie hanging crookedly on the collar, revealing a section of thin collarbone, cyan blood vessels dormant under cold white skin, flower-like patterns spreading all the way down, a beam of light overhead just hit the bent collarbone socket, forming a thin shadow.

​Bo Yu’s eyes were deep, smoothing the wrinkles on his shirt with one hand, voice low and hoarse: “Don’t move around, you’ll catch a cold.”

​”If you get sick, you have to take medicine, if it’s more serious, you’ll even be on a drip, don’t you hate going to the hospital…”

​Hearing his threat, Gu Qichi frowned, eyelashes trembled, expression somewhat painful.

​He hated hospitals, hated the smell of disinfectant, hated bitter liquid medicine, and hated the pain of needles piercing into skin and into cyan blood vessels even more.

​Memory turned into scattered fragments, mottled and broken brilliant light revolving in mind, suddenly, a small piece of memory fragment detached from the memory tunnel, hit the neural network, those deliberately hidden memories broke through the soil, surging from the pitch-black sunken mire, displaying its disgusting appearance.

​Gu Qichi was in poor health, everyone knew. His figure was thin, clothes thin, when he was very young, rugged bones could prop up clothes, looking very terrifying.

​But few people knew that Gu Qichi was somewhat afraid of needles, his body was weak, also a root of illness left from childhood——

​Probably when Gu Qichi was eight years old, Gu Yuning’s biological father was laid off. Lost his job. At the very beginning the situation was better, the man still had some ambition, struggling at the bottom, wanting to find another job with more money, but no one was willing to hire him.

​He was old, his back increasingly hunched, movements became slow, even reaction gradually slowed down, compared to those young people who were strong and quick-witted, really had no competitiveness.

​But the man had high pride, unwilling to do those dirty and tiring jobs, even more unwilling to live on meager wages. He just stayed at home day by day like this, doing nothing all day long, Gu Qichi’s foster mother advised him, not only would it not work, but instead would be insulted and beaten by him.

​This situation lasted for a while, became worse, the man not only beat and scolded them at every turn, but also contracted the bad habit of alcoholism.

​In the room of only more than forty square meters, many wine bottles were scattered on the ground, there were iron cans, also green glass bottles, and some broken glass residue spread horizontally on the ground, exceptionally messy.

​Gu Qichi was young at that time, just came back from primary school, stood in front of the door hesitating for a long time, slender eyelashes drooping, blocking the emotion of fear, finally summoned up courage, tremblingly twisted the door handle.

​As soon as he entered the door, a wine bottle smashed at his feet, mother was not there, Gu Qichi silently looked at the broken glass residue all over the floor, pursed his lips.

​The cursing sound in ears resounded incessantly, the man was drunk, the whole room smelled bad, alcohol mixed with the smell of fermenting garbage, choking.

​”Damn, you bastard, hurry up and buy wine for me?!”

​Hearing this, Gu Qichi’s fingertips curled up, footsteps weak, backed away. But didn’t know which sensitive nerve of the man was touched, he stumbled out of the bedroom.

​Gloomy sky ink clouds rolling, strong wind blowing outside the window, blowing leaves rustling, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared on the horizon, tearing heaven and earth apart, pulling out a long and tortuous crack, booming thunder suddenly descended, Gu Qichi clenched his fists tightly, looking at the man in front of him without saying a word.

​Hair not taken care of for unknown days, messed up like a chicken nest on top of head, overly long hair stuck together, blocking his terrifying eyes, but could vaguely see his red eyeballs from the shaking gap.

​The wound on arm still faintly aching, Gu Qichi’s heart jumped, turned and ran.

​He was too familiar with such eyes, every time as long as the man showed such eyes, he would definitely be beaten.

​The wind outside the door whistled past, rain mixed in wind, splashed on face, flowing down water marks.

​Chest faintly aching, Gu Qichi breathed heavily, almost unable to bear such intense speed, fishy sweet blood foam gradually surged up from throat, so painful.

​But he still ran too slow, black smooth hair was firmly grabbed from behind, man’s five fingers caged his head, exerted force from hair root, scalp felt that kind of trembling pain.

​Calf, back, successively kicked several times by the man.

​”You bastard, still dare to run?!”

​”I provide you food and drink, raise you so big, unwilling to be ordered around for two sentences, bastard, bastard!”

​Those foul language and punches and kicks were cast on Gu Qichi bit by bit, painful that his heart stopped, whole person’s hair stood up, curled himself into a ball as much as possible.

​That was the posture of a baby sleeping in mother’s womb, back slightly arched, could protect oneself from harm to the greatest extent.

​In the torrential rain, the man dragged Gu Qichi, dragged him all the way to the not deep ditch in front of the house, looking down at him from above, eyes unspeakably vicious.

​Gu Qichi hugged his leg, crying tremblingly, almost beggingly shook head: “Dad, don’t, Dad please, I’ll go buy wine for you, don’t throw me in, Dad please…”

​One after another heart-piercing crying and shouting, throat torn, almost hoarse in the end, but still useless.

​The person he called “father” kicked him into the water, water flow submerged top of head, Gu Qichi struggled to climb up, limbs all floundering, but sinking deeper and deeper. Fishy smelly sewage poured into nasal cavity, his face pale, slowly sinking, until water surface submerged top of head, difficult to glimpse light again.

​And his father just watched him struggle coldly by the shore, like an evil ghost from the depths of hell, lightning struck down, snow-white light illuminated the sky, Gu Qichi’s last glance before losing consciousness was his ferocious smile.

​Fortunately that day Gu Qichi’s “mother” came back in time, surrounding neighbors were also warm-hearted, jumped into water to save him, hurriedly saved a life.

​Although Gu Qichi was saved, but soaked in water for so long, plus big and small wounds, high fever for four or five days, even left a root of illness, physical condition declined sharply. During that time, Gu Qichi lay in hospital bed, on a drip every day.

​He lowered his eyes, watching nurse pierce sharp needle into his vein again and again, and his “father” just stared at him fixedly like that, dense stinging pain spreading all the way along nerve endings, until cerebral cortex.

​Gu Qichi trembled slightly all over, no other reason, just he read a message from the other’s eyes——

​He really hoped he drowned in that stream.

​Before Gu Qichi was young, he didn’t understand why dad hated him so much, beat or scolded him, no matter how obedient, how well-behaved, how good grades he was, he never willing to give a good face.

​Until sixteen years old, his and Gu Yuning’s life experience was revealed, truth came to light, Gu Qichi then understood, his “dad” was indeed a good dad, just not his, but Gu Yuning’s.

​He always hoped Gu Qichi could die silently, only in this way, Gu Yuning’s life experience could be kept hidden, not revealed, he could always enjoy Gu family’s wealth and glory.

​After all, dead men tell no tales.

​Alcohol paralyzed the brain, causing Gu Qichi’s memory dimension to become chaotic, he muddledly retreated a few points from Bo Yu, tears silently sliding from the corner of eyes.

​”Don’t give injection, I don’t want.”

​He struggled, wanting to forcibly pry open Bo Yu’s hand holding him, almost bumped head.

​Bo Yu had sharp eyes and quick hands, reached out to block Gu Qichi’s head, pulled him into arms, looking at tears on his face somewhat at a loss.

​”Not going to hospital, not giving injection either, stop crying.”

​”Okay?”

​Tone was gentleness difficult for himself to detect.

​Bo Yu’s words comforted Gu Qichi, letting his emotions gradually stabilize.

​Bo Yu gently pinched his fingertips, gaze heavy, arm exerting force, pulled person completely over.

​His hand shackled on Gu Qichi’s waist, other party slightly closing eyes, obediently held sitting on his thigh, eyelashes fluttering, could only clearly see blurry figure in front.

​”Who are you?” Gu Qichi lowered head asking him.

​Such posture made him half a head taller than Bo Yu, faint shadow falling.

​Bo Yu let go of hand holding Gu Qichi, finger pads gently rubbed Gu Qichi’s fair face, wiping away all tear marks on it.

​”I am Bo Yu.”

​Hearing this name, Gu Qichi seemed to remember something happy, haze on face all dispersed, amber eyes rippled with gentle water light, illuminated brilliantly by fine broken light, like twinkling stars.

​Broken hair beside ear moved with action, revealing a section of lustrous white translucent pink earlobe, Gu Qichi followed his words, slowly word by word: “Bo Yu.”

​”Bo Yu.”

​”Bo Yu.”

​Called three times in succession, Bo Yu all followed him, responding to him time and again.

​Gu Qichi just snuggled in his arm bend like this, hand embracing his shoulder, quietly not speaking.

​Car driving on road, speed fast and steady, fine dense rain falling on car window, winding into painting, red wine and green lights outside car window reflecting hazy light and shadow, red, white, yellow, blue light spots晕开, and interwoven superimposed together.

​Two of them leaned very close, Gu Qichi seemed too sleepy, head crookedly resting on Bo Yu’s shoulder.

​Eyelashes drooping, casting a layer of faint shadow on face, corner of eye was a patch of watery red, flushed pink and white all over by drunkenness.

​Quietly, beautiful like a porcelain doll.

​His breathing long and steady, Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple slid up and down, eyes heavy, dark and lusterless, just watching Gu Qichi sleep like this.

​Sleep for a while first is good too.

​Bo Yu looked out window, five fingers pasted on car window, printed a large slender handprint on window surface晕染 by water mist, then withdrew gaze carelessly.

​Finger pads rubbing water vapor stained on palm, trying to let slightly cool temperature suppress his restlessness at this moment.

​Seemed to sleep unsteadily, Gu Qichi rolled restlessly in his arms, Bo Yu’s fingertips paused slightly, straightened Gu Qichi’s head, finding a comfortable position for him.

​Sleep a while longer if can sleep a while longer, after all won’t have sleep tonight.

​Afraid of waking Gu Qichi, Bo Yu spoke quietly, voice line slightly deep, voice low and hoarse, “Bai Heng, how much longer to go back?”

​Hearing Bo Yu ask, Bai Heng timely restored living person attribute, glanced at road condition, and estimated time.

​Bai Heng: “President Bo, probably about forty minutes more.”

​Forty minutes…

​Really too long…

​Bo Yu dissatisfiedly let out “tsk” sound, just wanted to let Bai Heng speed up, person in arms suddenly woke up.

​Gu Qichi’s black hair slept somewhat messy, broken hair poking on eyelids, not very comfortable, he lifted hair in front of forehead, revealing smooth full forehead, slender wrist tensed up beautiful muscle lines, stutteringly asked him:

​”Bo Yu, where are we going?”

​Bo Yu lowered head scanned him, spoke lightly: “Go home.”

​Gu Qichi shrank body, five fingers tightly clutching Bo Yu’s shirt, shaking head frantically: “No, I don’t want to go home.”

​Bo Yu’s breath stagnated, eyes somewhat gloomy, tightly clutching his wrist, “Gu Qichi, it’s too late to go back now.”

​Gu Qichi still shaking head, murmuring in low voice, like falling into some demonic barrier: “Don’t go home, I don’t want to go home, he will beat me…”

​”I won’t go home, I hate going home, I hate Zhou Yuan…”

​Zhou Yuan…

​Was Gu Qichi’s previous foster father, also Gu Yuning’s biological father.

​Sensing something wrong from Gu Qichi’s words, Bo Yu straightened him, met his gaze, brows tightly furrowed, face deep, a posture of coming storm.

​”Gu Qichi, speak clearly, who beats you?”

​Those beautiful amber pupils reflected his appearance, tears silently accumulated in eye sockets, a huge round drop, slowly smashed down.

​Gu Qichi had a splitting headache, seemed to touch something shouldn’t touch, sharp pain of nerve endings almost tortured him to lose reason, lips also white.

​He endured pain answering: “Zhou Yuan, it’s Zhou Yuan, he pushed me into water, and beat me, he wanted me dead, he wanted to kill me…”

​”Bo Yu, I hurt so much, I don’t want to go home…”

​Bo Yu’s face was ugly to extreme, he previously only knew Gu Yuning’s biological parents’ family wasn’t good to Gu Qichi, but didn’t expect Zhou Yuan dared to abuse Gu Qichi like this.

​Thinking of Gu Qichi’s life before sixteen that Bai Heng found out could barely be called stable, turned out everything was a scam.

​Must be Gu family privately used some means, concealed Zhou Yuan’s actions towards Gu Qichi.

​”Where hurts? Gu Qichi, where did he beat you?”

​Gu Qichi shook head, just blindly shouting pain. Bo Yu helpless, held him in arms, gently patting his back, force extremely light, like coaxing a newborn baby.

​”Doesn’t hurt anymore, we won’t go home either, okay?”

​”I’ll help you beat back, let Zhou Yuan never dare touch you again, okay?”

​Comforting kiss landed on his forehead, with reassuring taste.

​Gu Qichi nodded, propped chin on Bo Yu’s shoulder, whispered: “Okay, you help me beat him away.”

​Just as his voice fell, lifted eyelids, looking around groggily, in peripheral vision, Gu Qichi accidentally glimpsed Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple rolling up and down again.

​And that looming red mole.

​He had been craving for a long time.

​Bo Yu was still seriously comforting him, Gu Qichi sprayed perfume tonight, faint cherry sweet wine aroma floating in air seemingly absent, sweet and cloying, but not annoying at all.

​Gu Qichi just had such magic, seemed anything as long as touched edge with him, would be covered with a magical filter.

​Making people unable to put down.

​Gu Qichi leaned forward slightly, expression serious, tugged Bo Yu’s sleeve, taking advantage of other party turning head, he quickly accurately fiercely leaned up to bite.

​That red mole became more bright red with owner’s emotion, quenched on cold white skin appearing unusually gorgeous.

​Seeing Bo Yu pinching his own back of neck, numbing feeling shot up from tailbone all the way, Gu Qichi grew bold, leaned to his ear whispering something…

​Bai Heng was concentrating on driving, suddenly heard his own president shouted exasperatedly: “Stop the car!”

​Maybach stopped abruptly, dropped brake, Bai Heng didn’t understand, just about to look back see what situation, saw Bo Yu sweeping over a gloomy cold look.

​”Go to nearest shop.”

​Night was already very deep, rain had no intention of stopping, smashing on roof, ding-dong ringing.

​Fang Zhizhi was terribly sleepy, sitting bored in front of cashier desk, propping chin with hand, head sinking bit by bit.

​Seeing about to smash on glass cabinet, rustling movement came from outside door, Fang Zhizhi woke up with start.

​Between blurred light and shadow, could only clearly see that was a pitch-black figure.

​Thinking of various accidents of young girls being kidnapped recently, this point was even more frequent time for accidents, Fang Zhizhi silently swallowed saliva, sleepiness driven away mostly, no one around, if really something happened, she was done for.

​Thinking of this, Fang Zhizhi tremblingly picked up her own mobile phone, and took out a bottle of anti-wolf spray from bag, silently inputted 110 first.

​In front of supermarket door was a string of five-color bead curtain, boss brought back when traveling in Thailand, said to be hand-woven by people, never fade. She got interested, bought back, hung on door, wanting to verify this statement.

​Fang Zhizhi had complained at beginning, what never fade, just sales talk to trick people into buying things.

​Just didn’t expect, this string of bead curtain hung here for two or three years, beaten by wind and rain daily, not only didn’t fade half a bit, instead became more bright.

​Shocking Fang Zhizhi to click tongue.

​Wind blew past, curtain gently lifted by someone, bead strings collided, making crisp sound.

​Entering eye was a cold white hand, holding a huge black umbrella, unknown pattern on umbrella, looking expensive at glance.

​Looking up again, man coming in closed umbrella, sturdy metal umbrella frame made clicking sound, put upside down at door.

​His hair slightly messy, rain drops dripping from back of neck. Phoenix eyes narrow and long, nose bridge upturned, facial features extremely oppressive, lip color red, the only bright color on cold white face.

​Fang Zhizhi’s breath stagnated, glanced at mobile phone wallpaper of her new little wall-climber Gu Qichi, coughed lightly, started fantasizing Cinderella marrying into rich family story, calculating how much chance she had to ask for other’s WeChat.

​Her gaze stuck tightly to Bo Yu, changing with his movements.

​Seeing Bo Yu walking closer and closer, a pair of long legs wrapped in stiff black suit fabric, shoulders wide waist narrow, figure excellent.

​Fang Zhizhi’s heart thumped uncontrollably.

​Fuck.

​Actually could see this kind of man in such ordinary small supermarket, did she accumulate blessings these two days?

​Bo Yu stood still at shelf in front of cashier desk, eyes deep, quickly scanned on top, found what he wanted, then bent down.

​Seeing clearly what Bo Yu wanted to buy, Fang Zhizhi curled lips, rested thought of flirting.

​But eyes added a few points of narrowness, wanting to see what size other party bought.

​Top layer was extra small, further down small, then medium.

​Second to last layer, large size pack.

​Fang Zhizhi watched man’s distinct knuckled hand inch by inch down, arm muscle lines smooth and clear, slightly propping open shirt, finally stopped at last layer.

​MAX.

​Because long time no one asked, packaging boxes somewhat dusty, looking somewhat old.

​Supermarket’s incandescent light bright, somewhat burning eyes.

​Bo Yu arched back, eyebrows lowered, distinct knuckled hand reached to last layer, frowned slightly when fingertips touched dust on top, but still took them all out.

​Holy fuck.

​Fang Zhizhi opened mouth wide, looking at emptied last layer shelf slightly distracted.

​Cold white fingertips tapped lightly in front of cashier desk, not more not less, exactly twice, calling back Fang Zhizhi’s mind.

​She stunned slightly, raised head, met Bo Yu’s gaze.

​Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled, spoke lightly asking: “Besides these in my hand, does this model have stock?”

​Fang Zhizhi shocked dumbfounded. Even knowledgeable like her, quiet for long time.

​Man in front face unhappy, brows slightly furrowed, pursed lips, asked again: “None?”

​Fang Zhizhi woke up as if from dream, shook head, stutteringly answered him: “Yes, still have, in back, how many you want?”

​”I help you get.”

​Bo Yu glanced at pink chewing gum in front of cashier desk, withdrew gaze, spoke lightly: “Want all.”

​Fang Zhizhi: …

​Fang Zhizhi: ?

​Holy fuck.

​No way.

​Brother, you playing restocking here???

​Until finished checking out, Fang Zhizhi opened mouth, eyes dully watching Bo Yu returning fully loaded, corner of mouth couldn’t help twitching.

​For a moment didn’t know whether to rejoice for being single dog or worry for Bo Yu’s partner.

​But calculate, both miserable.

​Fang Zhizhi silently mourned for Bo Yu’s partner, tonight, wish him good sleep.

​Then picked up her own mobile phone, started appreciating photos in album.

​All screenshots of Gu Qichi in “I Take Dad to Travel”, every one she took casually, didn’t use photo editing, but good looking still could use as wallpaper casually.

​How could there be such good looking person in this world?!!

​Fang Zhizhi brushed “I Take Dad to Travel” again, started screaming: “Ahhhhhhhh cub! My Qichi cub! My Zhaozhao baby! Mom loves you!”

​Wait…

​In “I Take Dad to Travel”, that man who only leaked half body, why somewhat familiar?

​Seemed seen somewhere before?

​Couldn’t think of it, Fang Zhizhi decided to throw him to back of mind, continue digging Gu Qichi’s only bit of material.

​”My Qichi baby ah, when you go on variety show again, Mom almost can’t live without you!”

​…

​Inside car, Bai Heng took advantage of Bo Yu absence, secretly glanced at peacefully sleeping Gu Qichi.

​Sighed silently.

​He followed Bo Yu for so many years, never seen anyone dare act wild in front of Bo Yu, let alone provoke Bo Yu not knowing height of sky depth of earth.

​But Gu Qichi not only did, still sleeping soundly here, sleeping darkly, thunder couldn’t move.

​Bo Yu let alone dealing with him, even touching him once reluctant.

​Watching Bo Yu’s figure walking slowly out of convenience store, Bai Heng quickly withdrew his gaze, sat upright in driver’s seat.

​Silently sighed, Bo Yu really fell this time, fell thoroughly completely.

​Lost completely.

​When car door opened, Bo Yu threw plastic bag in hand on passenger seat, then turned back to back seat, pulled Gu Qichi into arms.

​He glanced at Bai Heng, tone not light not heavy: “Drive steadily, don’t bump him awake.”

​Bai Heng responded okay, when refastening seat belt, accidentally glimpsed things in plastic bag.

​Bulging almost overflowing.

​…

​……

​He said wrong, Bo Yu still Bo Yu, still that madman.

​Not reluctant to deal with Gu Qichi, just time not arrived, Bo Yu saving up.

​Boss worthy of being boss, Bai Heng silently swallowed saliva, restarted car, drove towards Bo residence.

​Gu Qichi slept very deep this sleep, seemed slept for long time, in dream bizarre absurd memories, he never seen.

​Sensing these memories might be related to him, Gu Qichi struggled to catch up in dream, attempting to figure out these things forgotten by him.

​Just pity all failed.

​Body suddenly vacated, weightlessness woke him up.

​In sight Bo Yu’s exquisite jaw and cold Adam’s apple, sound of car door closing came from side.

​Gu Qichi looked towards sound, could only see Bai Heng closed car door, following behind him and Bo Yu.

​”Gu Qichi, look at me.”

​”Don’t look at others.”

​Bo Yu’s voice not cold not hot came from overhead, barely recalled Gu Qichi’s gaze.

​Bai Heng following behind, frightened by Bo Yu’s gaze, silently moved a few steps away from them, carrying a whole plastic bag, secretly complaining about Bo Yu’s strong possessiveness.

​Bo Yu didn’t take Gu Qichi back to old house, but returned to a villa he usually lived in.

​Ah Ci also settled here by him.

​Actually speaking truth, Bo Yu indeed very like a beast in some aspects, he had beast’s keen insight and observation, killing sense when torturing prey, even more incomparable strong territorial awareness.

​He absolutely didn’t allow unfamiliar people to step into his territory, especially Bo Yu’s own room, always cleaned by himself personally, aunt cleaning room also never got permission to enter.

​Bai Heng put plastic bag in hand into living room, slightly looked at luxurious layout inside, representing ordinary working class silently accused Bo Yu this inhuman capitalist.

​Immediately saw Bo Yu carrying Gu Qichi walking up to second floor.

​Corridor winding all the way, to innermost one——

​Bo Yu his own bedroom.

​Bai Heng raised eyebrow, five fingers made fist put to mouth coughed lightly, immediately silently pushed out door.

​If guess right, President Bo going to spend a wonderful night tonight.

​Night he dreamed of.

​Thoughtfully straightened umbrella thrown randomly at door for him, Bai Heng scanned around, left completely.

​When Gu Qichi carried upstairs by Bo Yu, hand hung down weakly, thin arm blue veins winding, wrist bone slightly protruding, cold white skin晕ed some pink.

​Rustling movement came from corner.

​Pink thick meat pad silently printed on ground, Ah Ci smelled Gu Qichi’s scent long ago, silver gradient jumped down silently from high place. Following closely behind two people.

​”Meow~”

​”Meow~”

​Sweet cloying cat meow resounded incessantly in quiet space, Ah Ci jumped up extending paw to probe Gu Qichi’s arm hanging outside.

​Silver gradient cat hair flying all over sky, stuck all over Bo Yu.

​Gu Qichi’s head rested on Bo Yu’s shoulder, hadn’t had time to see Ah Ci clearly, settled onto big bed.

​Mattress soft, skin color cold white young man sank into pitch-black deep luster bed sheet, like smooth angel falling into darkness, breathtakingly magnificent.

​Fly in ointment was, Ah Ci took advantage of Bo Yu going downstairs to get things, jumped up from under bed, jumped onto bed, firmly guarding beside Gu Qichi.

​Silver gradient blue-tinged eyes staring tightly at Gu Qichi, round body rolling on bed, cat meow resounded incessantly, telling missing of owner.

​She hadn’t seen Gu Qichi for more than half a month.

​When Bo Yu entered door holding things, coincidently collided with Ah Ci’s gaze.

​One cat one person, atmosphere became tense unknown when.

​Bo Yu smiled loosely, corner of lips hooked thin arc, tongue tip pushed side of cheek, then approached edge of bed.

​Tall man cast shallow layer of shadow on bed, just completely shrouded young man on bed.

​Bo Yu bent down, carrying Ah Ci’s back of neck, brought her off bed, level with himself.

​His eyes gloomy, thick like surging waves, spoke meaningfully:

​”I fed you well drank you well raised you so long, Ah Ci, give some face, go outside play obediently, don’t come disturb us…”

​”Hm?”

​His voice low hoarse, tail sound more magnetic.

​Silver gradient thrown out, door crack quietly closed, “click” sound, Bo Yu locked.

​Gu Qichi slightly propped up body, dizziness in front of eyes, waist soft, almost fell down again, luckily picked up by Bo Yu, hugged waist.

​He had very heavy woody fragrance on body, sandalwood mixed with orange peel taste, somewhat tantalizing.

​Hair on back of head gently gathered, pulled down, Gu Qichi slightly raised head with pull, amber eyes patch of water mist, eyelashes soaked by tears, stuck into ball, looking exceptionally pitiful.

​Bo Yu could hardly hold back his thoughts anymore, he just wanted Gu Qichi’s emotional fluctuations bigger, best controlled by him.

​His voice smashed beside Gu Qichi’s ear, Adam’s apple rolling up and down, with sound of swallowing saliva: “Gu Qichi, who am I?”

​Bo Yu asked him.

​Night outside window thick boundless, without neon of city center, only vaguely could see few street lamps emitting weak light in rain.

​Evening wind blew, sound of rain mixed with rustling of beating leaves filled night, somewhat noisy.

​Gu Qichi raised head, kissed Bo Yu’s jaw, immediately opened mouth answering: “Bo Yu.”

​”You are Bo Yu.”

​Getting answer he wanted, Bo Yu bit his lip, held his waist, blue veins burst on arm with smooth muscle lines, obviously endured to extreme.

​What was written on that agreement contract, no one knew better than Bo Yu.

​[During agreement period, must not violate Mr. Gu Qichi’s will, do any behavior harmful to other party’s physical and mental health.]

​But haven’t married yet, moreover, he didn’t violate Gu Qichi’s will.

​It was Gu Qichi took initiative to provoke him.

​His breath gradually warmed up, slightly retreated, coaxing him with hoarse voice: “Gu Qichi, we married, what should you call me?”

​Call him what?

​Gu Qichi’s mind chaotic, thought for long while, like cat repeatedly rubbed back of neck skin by Bo Yu, then tremblingly opened mouth:

​”Husband…”

​Tone with some doubt and probing.

​He actually not too sure what Bo Yu wanted to hear, but intuition told him, what Bo Yu wanted to hear, was this word.

​…

​Tonight’s night pulled very long, every minute, every second, infinitely prolonged with pattering rain sound.

​Could only hear silver gradient calling sound outside door.

​Cat paw scratching door.

​One sound after another, never stopping for moment.