GBT Chapter 121

Get up, and you don’t resist in your heart? Would I let you push me away with disgust? How interesting is that?”

“…” Qi Yi Liao sneered, “Sharp-tongued.”

Jiao Bai was stunned. He stretched one hand over the edge of the table, bent down and lowered his head: “Say that again.”

The young man’s eyes were honest and soft, with clear black and white. His pupils reflected the light in the room, and Qi Yi Liao in the light.

“Thump—”

Qi Yi Liao heard the sound of his restless heartbeat, and the feeling of palpitation appeared again. He pursed his lips and endured the discomfort. The initial stage of this emotion may not be just the young man’s “possessed” lie, there must be other reasons.

“Thump—thump—thump—”

The heart in Qi Yi Liao’s chest was beating too hard. He frowned, his temples gradually became damp, and his lips began to turn pale.

Jiao Bai was about to step back when a leg stretched out and hooked his ankle. He didn’t pay attention, staggered forward, and grabbed Qi Yi Liao’s shoulders with his hands flailing.

Their foreheads touched, and their breaths mingled.

Lying between them was the Buddha card that fell out of Jiao Bai’s collar.

The damp sandalwood fragrance diffused, drilling into the dust under the light, igniting a flame, and something burned in the air.

The Buddha card swayed in front of Qi Yi Liao.

Qi Yi Liao raised his arm, pinched it with two fingers, and stroked it carefully.

“Do you want me to take it off and give it back to you?” Jiao Bai wanted to straighten up, but the force on the Buddha card suddenly increased, and he was forced to lean forward again.

This time they didn’t just touch, but collided, making a “bang” sound.

Jiao Bai was about to take off the Buddha card when a force stopped him. He lowered his eyes to look over.

Qi Yi Liao’s thumb and ten fingers followed the thin rope, stroking upwards inch by inch, his fingertips touching Jiao Bai’s neck fossa, and his little finger touching his fair collarbone.

The world seemed to stand still at this moment.

Jiao Bai’s tail vertebra was numb and itchy. He was about to push Qi Yi Liao’s hand away and retreat, but his waist was held and pulled closer.

Qi Yi Liao leaned on the back of the chair, stroking the young man’s waistline, his hand bulging with veins. The painkiller was not very effective, it still hurt, but he didn’t intend to let go.

Tonight’s wine and the nameless anger during the day were mixed together, and the pungent alcohol continuously stimulated his brain, burning his mind and heart. He wanted to know the extent of his liking, and test how big the reaction could be.

At this moment, thirty-one hours had passed since Qi Yi Liao woke up.

Jiao Bai’s waist was about to catch fire, and his legs were also weak. He endured it, couldn’t help it, and gasped and roared: “Is the test over? If it’s over, I’ll…”

Before he finished speaking, Jiao Bai was scooped onto his lap, his butt sitting on it in a flustered but steady manner. This was not the point, the point was,

Jiao Bai glared at Qi Yi Liao with a mouthful of bloody sweetness, you motherfucker, do you know how to kiss? My teeth are about to be knocked out!

The disgust in the young man’s eyes was very obvious.

Qi Yi Liao backed away, frowning, his expression unpredictable.

Jiao Bai thought the old pervert was angry, it’s a man’s dignity, he wanted to stand up, but his neck was pinched, and a strong mint flavor poured into his breath.

Qi Yi Liao tilted his head, adjusted the angle, stared at the young man with reddened eyes, and kissed him again.

His tongue pried open his lips.