GBT Chapter 122

Jiao Bai had lived two lives and had only been kissed three times so far. He initiated the first two times. From pressing down to holding and biting, that was it, nothing else.

This was the third time.

He was sitting on Qi Yi Liao’s lap, his lips pried open, experiencing the legendary essence of kissing…

What a load of crap.

Qi Yi Liao probed into Jiao Bai’s mouth and then stopped moving. The hand gripping the back of Jiao Bai’s neck gradually became hot, and his fingertips trembled nervously.

Jiao Bai’s nose brushed against Qi Yi Liao’s, his eyes both bright and impatient: “Are you even going to do it?”

Qi Yi Liao didn’t know what kind of state he was immersed in. His soul flew away from his body, his whole body was hard and hot, and the beating in his chest was too loud. The heart that was acting up was about to jump out and fall into someone’s hands.

His upper palate was licked, and Qi Yi Liao’s soul was suddenly pulled back.

Jiao Bai wrapped around his tongue, and a contemptuous snort escaped from his panting breaths, “You old coward, you even stall halfway through a kiss.”

The impact of the wet softness in his mouth went straight to his mind, Qi Yi Liao’s legs suddenly tensed up, the muscles in his waist and abdomen tightened, he grabbed the young man’s neck, held him tight, and commanded in a low, hoarse voice, “Don’t move.”

Jiao Bai couldn’t get up, and he couldn’t kiss either. His upper body was imprisoned by Qi Yi Liao a few inches away: “Are you going to kiss or not? If not, I’m leaving.”

A separate space was formed by the window and the table, and the air inside was humid and sticky.

Qi Yi Liao leaned back on the chair, his thick back straightened, and he curved slightly towards Jiao Bai, his eyes slightly closed together. He pursed his light lips, his breath almost subdued, without any aggression, and he appeared gentlemanly and steady.

However, Qi Yi Liao’s hand on Jiao Bai’s waist turned into an iron claw, his five fingers clenched tightly—as if to penetrate his clothes, pierce his flesh, and nail into his bones.

“You damn…” Jiao Bai’s waist hurt, he gasped, and the second half of his curse was scattered by the painful and struggling look in Qi Yi Liao’s eyes.

The back of his neck was pinched, the force was clearly very light, but it felt as if the bones under the skin were scraped, and Jiao Bai got goosebumps.

Qi Yi Liao’s hand around the back of Jiao Bai’s neck circled it, stroked it for a while, slowly moved to the front, and held his clean-lined chin, two fingers pinching his pale pink cheeks.

Jiao Bai’s mouth couldn’t close, and a clear moisture overflowed from the corner of his mouth, spreading to Qi Yi Liao’s hand.

Qi Yi Liao narrowed his red eyes, the muscles at the base of his thighs tensed painfully.

The beast trapped at the bottom of the cold pool smelled a fresh scent, and it excitedly raised its head and looked towards the water.

There was a wild grass on the water.

Very tender and green, with slender and flexible roots and stems.

It sniffed, as if it smelled the fragrance of early spring, or the brilliant taste of midsummer, and a lot of saliva secreted in its mouth.

Want to eat.

Really want to eat it.

The restraints were constantly tightening, and a voice tirelessly shouted, that is not your destined food, don’t go out.

Wait a little longer, the most delicious will appear soon.

Don’t go out!

“Splash—”

The beast roared and broke free from the restraints, its bloody and huge body burst out of the water, and frantically pounced on the green grass.

In that instant, Qi Yi Liao’s kiss fell.

Jiao Bai hadn’t reacted yet, and his brain was going white by Qi Yi Liao’s devouring and plundering kiss, and the corners of his eyes were instantly filled with physiological redness.

The cat was calling.

The cry was very creepy.

Qi Yi Liao’s kiss did not contain any skill, only pure absorption. Experimentation had long been thrown away by him, and the discomfort caused by palpitations made him numb. Even the pain caused by the irregular and violent beating of his heart was ignored by him. He stroked the thin and soft back of the person in his arms, his fingertips rubbing against the other’s bone joints.

When his fingertips landed on the young man’s tailbone, something was suddenly activated.

In an instant, familiar body temperature and taste completely enveloped him.

It seemed that the time before this kiss was fake, this was real, the real, living feeling.

Qi Yi Liao closed his eyes, which were filled with passion, and kissed the young man more deeply, pressing tightly against him.

The tailbone was numb and hot, Jiao Bai felt oxygen-deprived, his vision became more and more blurred, and his whole body was about to develop into dough. He grabbed Qi Yi Liao’s short, hard black hair.

He didn’t pull the person away, so Jiao Bai bit Qi Yi Liao’s tongue.

It bled, and Qi Yi Liao paused for half a second. He lowered his head, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and the force that pulled his lungs was very heavy.

The cat was still calling, so annoying.

Jiao Bai’s jeans were pressing against Qi Yi Liao’s suit pants, his lips were wet and red, and so were his eyes. Accentuated by the downward-curving arc of his eyes, it gave him a fresh and juicy allure.

Restraint.

Qi Yi Liao kissed Jiao Bai’s hot earlobe and picked him up.

Restraint… Restraint…

Qi Yi Liao carried Jiao Bai to the bed, put him on it, and kissed him in his damp neck socket, his lips stroking his shallow blood vessels.

Jiao Bai’s legs were raised, and his hands hugged Qi Yi Liao’s broad back, his smooth nails digging in.

The next moment, the two stopped at the same time.

Everything seemed to be paused, the greasy background music stopped, and the cat’s cry became much smaller.

The atmosphere was weird.

Qi Yi Liao lowered his eyes to look at the person under him and said hoarsely, “During the time we were together, I never touched you?”

Jiao Bai’s legs came down, his heels pressing against the soft white bed.

“Did I?” Qi Yi Liao took his hand out of his t-shirt, but didn’t pull it all the way out, his fingertips still rubbing his waist.

Jiao Bai adjusted his breathing, the Buddha card lay on his heart: “What kind of touch?”

The young man’s eyes were smiling, like a hook with food hanging on it. Many parts of Qi Yi Liao’s body jumped and jumped, some of them hurt.

Qi Yi Liao turned him over and put his palm on the back of his neck, pinching a piece of skin: “Good boy, don’t pretend to be ignorant.”

Jiao Bai lay on the bed, panting, “Aren’t you the same?”

His neck hurt.

Jiao Bai struggled for a moment, exasperated: “Did you lose your memory or are you still biting people!”

Qi Yi Liao bit Jiao Bai’s neck, pressing his nose against it. He inhaled a faint medicinal smell into his lungs, and his pupils shrank slightly.

That’s the smell.

Found it.

Qi Yi Liao deeply smelled the medicinal smell, his lower back tightened, he opened his lips with hot and rapid breathing, grinding the skin on the back of Jiao Bai’s neck, his teeth suddenly sank in.

Restraint—

His lips touched a strand of warm blood, he was stunned, and unconsciously picked up the wound, his throat moved, swallowing, and the phantom in his mind seemed to become clear, and was instantly squeezed away by other phantoms.

“Qi Yi Liao! I’ll fuck you! Be gentle!” Jiao Bai cried out in pain.

“Hmm?” Qi Yi Liao pushed against him, his scattered hair covering the terrifying desire, the blue veins on the back of his hand were prominent, and his lips were filled with a gentle smile that did not lose its demeanor, “Don’t call me Third Brother anymore?”

The cat started calling again.

Jiao Bai’s pants were about to be pierced, his waist sank, his slender and red hands and feet were buried in the quilt, and a few silk-like hums came from his throat.

The sound of breathing behind him stopped, and then the lips and teeth that were biting his neck left.

The bed was moving, and in the rustling sound, there was a faint, helpless and annoyed low curse.

“Sorry, Uncle will deal with it first, and we’ll talk later.” Qi Yi Liao got out of bed, the stimulation of alcohol had subsided a lot, the nerve endings were bouncing, he rubbed his temples, endured the bursting pain and entered the bathroom.

Jiao Bai bit the Buddha card, grinding it a few times with his tiger teeth. Damn it, the posture was quite smooth, but it was hard to hide the rawness. Obviously, the two had never practiced before, and the operation was not smooth at all.

He glanced at himself, climbed to the head of the bed speechlessly, reached the tissue box, took out a few sheets, and leaned back and closed his eyes.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, the old pervert was going to take a cold shower again.

So damn donkeyish, terrible.

When Qi Yi Liao came out of the bathroom, there was no one in the room. He looked at the slightly messy big bed, and glanced at the crumpled paper in the trash can. A drop of water crossed his cold white outline and dripped on the wound on his lips.

Ran away?

Qi Yi Liao went to the living room to open the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of wine. He had tried what he wanted to try, and the reaction was that he had dirtied two pairs of pants, both inside and out.

The young temperature was still faintly on his fingertips.

Qi Yi Liao gently shook the wine glass. The memory was lost, but the sense of touch was safe and sound. He turned around and leaned his back against the wine cabinet. A human face was clinging to the window facing him.

A mouthful of wine got stuck in his throat, Qi Yi Liao coughed a few times. He walked over with a dark face and opened the window: “What are you doing here?”

Jiao Bai glanced at Qi Yi Liao and was too lazy to speak.

That night when he first came over, he wanted to slip away first, and found that the room was on the first floor, so he wanted to jump out of the window. Who knew that the outside of the window was a courtyard full of tulips, guarded by bodyguards.

And now, he was standing in the flower bushes, and the bodyguards respected him and listened to his orders.

Life.

You still have to live. If you don’t live, who knows what’s waiting for you.

Jiao Bai looked at Qi Yi Liao through the protective fence: “You were throwing up like a dog after socializing tonight, and you’re still drinking, don’t you want your stomach anymore?”

Qi Yi Liao’s hand passed through the metal railing, grabbed his face, and brought him closer: “I’m your elder, is this how you usually manage me?”

Jiao Bai twitched his mouth. Did he manage Qi Yi Liao? No, right?

A finger probed in along the corner of his lips, Jiao Bai came back to his senses. His jaws closed, and his eyes glared at the old man who seemed to have returned to the secular world after a kiss, and said vaguely: “I want to go back.”

After saying that, he opened his mouth and spit out the wet knuckle in his mouth, wiped it casually twice, and stuffed it back into the window.

“You want to go back?” Qi Yi Liao frowned.

“If I don’t go back, what am I going to do? Are you and I going to sleep in ‘Di Ye’?” Jiao Bai was very annoyed, “Don’t you look at yourself, you’re like a drug addict when you see me, and you can die at any time.”

Qi Yi Liao was silent for a while, and smiled gently: “Why not fight poison with poison?”

Jiao Bai Tsk tsk: “Now you want to fight poison with poison? Yesterday you didn’t want to send me away as soon as possible, to isolate me?”

Although he knew that Qi Yi Liao had just woken up yesterday, it was the neonatal period, and he was greatly influenced by Qi Dean’s guidance. Now that he had been awake for dozens of hours, he was more stable, and his state and way of dealing with feelings would definitely be different, but he just wanted to take two bites.

“If you have to hurt, then you can hurt, but don’t blame me if you hurt too much.” Jiao Bai said and left the window.

Qi Yi Liao looked at the figure walking through the tulip bushes, and the aroma of wine in his throat turned into fire. What he was looking for was really a little boyfriend, not an ancestor?

The phone in his pocket rang, Qi Yi Liao turned around and walked towards the living room while answering: “A Zhen, what’s the matter?”

Zhang Zhen suppressed his emotions: “I just received a call from Bai Bai, he said he won’t be back tonight, and he also said he will accompany you in ‘Di Ye’.”

A parent’s tone of confronting a bad teenager who was seducing their child.

Qi Yi Liao: “…”

“Third Brother, Bai Bai is not your person yet.” Zhang Zhen was very serious.

“Hmm.” Qi Yi Liao went to open the door.

Zhang Zhen also heard the knock on the door, he said in a deep voice: “I know Third Brother you are talented, but if you are not fully prepared, don’t… Bai Bai has had bad experiences.”

Qi Yi Liao opened the door, looked at the young man who came in, and asked Zhang Zhen: “What?”

“It’s related to Shen Ji.” Zhang Zhen’s breath quickened a bit, “That was all last year, it’s over, I don’t want to describe it, and don’t inquire, you’ll know when you remember. In short, if you really want to do it, try not to make Bai Bai hurt.”

Qi Yi Liao said helplessly: “A Zhen, have you ever considered my physical condition? Can I do it?”

Zhang Zhen choked.

“Don’t think too much, go to bed early.” Qi Yi Liao hung up, his eyes followed the figure wandering in the living room, “Stop spinning around, go take a shower.”

Jiao Bai walked to the bathroom: “I have military training tomorrow, I have to get to school before 7:30… The place you bit behind my neck needs to be covered with a band-aid…”

Under the light, the young man’s muttering sounded all the way, the complaints carrying an intimate annoyance.

Qi Yi Liao held the wine glass, and didn’t regain his senses for a long time.

Until a cry rang out from the bathroom, “Third Brother, what clothes should I wear?”

“Wear mine.” He said.

Qi Yi Liao’s cleanliness freak was acting up again. He and Jiao Bai didn’t do anything on the bed, just lying on it without changing clothes, and the whole set of bedding had to be replaced.

The waiter was very efficient, and his eyes never strayed throughout the process. When he went out, he glanced at Jiao Bai.

There was a lot of content in that glance, and admiration accounted for the largest part. As expected of Qi’s future chairman’s wife, so able to take it, not getting a single thing on the bed.

Jiao Bai saw Qi Yi Liao typing on his laptop, and he snorted coldly, a good-looking but useless old thing.

“Heh,” Qi Yi Liao pushed the laptop forward, and was dislikeagain.

He really didn’t know what kind of life he lived before he lost his memory.

Some surveillance footage he had watched last night flashed in his mind, and his lip line tightened. Before he lost his memory, he lived a life of stealing kisses.

A little after ten o’clock, Jiao Bai was wearing Qi Yi Liao’s clothes and lying on Qi Yi Liao’s bed.

If you want to talk about awkwardness, there really wasn’t any.

There was no tension, unease, blushing, or heart fluttering.

It was very natural.

Even though this was his first time sleeping in the same bed with Qi Yi Liao.

Jiao Bai pondered about tomorrow’s affairs, military training, and meeting Yu Ling and Yu Xiang in the evening.

“We met three years ago, and I’ve been injured and recovering intermittently.” Jiao Bai put his arms behind his head, and the hands stacked together pressed on his blown-dry hair, “Before you lost your memory, we were still in the stage of not being clear.”

Qi Yi Liao sat at the head of the bed and flipped through the original book. He knew that the missing four years could be filled by his subordinates, some needed him to repair himself, and some could be filled by his bed partner.

However, he didn’t expect that this feeling that he thought was so strong that it made him feel nauseous and made his heart ache, had not even started yet.

That’s right, he would only secretly do intimate things.

“That little key on my phone, I didn’t buy it,” Jiao Bai yawned, “You gave it to me.”

While talking, he took out one of his hands from behind his head and put it in the quilt, accurately grabbed Qi Yi Liao, “Lock.”

“What?” Qi Yi Liao closed the book, clamped his hand, not letting him cause trouble.

“Metal cage.” Jiao Bai didn’t break free, he just closed his eyes like that, his voice sleepy, “If you don’t know, just search online, it’s probably cage-shaped.”

“Why do you say probably, because I’ve only touched the railings, and I haven’t seen the whole picture, you’re shy, you don’t let me see, I imagined it.” Jiao Bai’s voice weakened, and the corners of his eyes cast a light shadow.

He didn’t get a response.

Jiao Bai was not surprised. The current Qi Yi Liao couldn’t digest this information and needed time.

It can’t be said that Qi Yi Liao can’t digest it, but he can’t imagine himself doing that one day. What motive prompted it?

Desire itself is not dirty.

What’s dirty is being gnawed away by desire, humanity, and self.

What happened in these four years that forced him to self-lock? Qi Yi Liao ended a thought and found that the person he was clamping had fallen asleep. He gently patted the other’s cheek: “Get up and read me a few pages of the book.”

What answered Qi Yi Liao was snoring.

“Jiao Bai.” Qi Yi Liao pinched his fair face.

“Xiao…”

The voice stopped, Xiao what? Qi Yi Liao’s thoughts were cut off, he pursed his lips, and reluctantly withdrew his hand, flipping through the book absentmindedly, his head aching.

Qi Yi Liao had never shared a bed with anyone in his life, and the snoring in his ear was too strong. He put on the earphones, and what entered his eardrums was the chanting sound of the snoring master.

A little after one o’clock in the morning, Qi Yi Liao woke up thirty-five hours after waking up, staring at a void in the darkness.

The chanting in the earphones had been repeated countless times, and Qi Yi Liao had that hazy dream again, which he hated more and more, both physically and psychologically.

The quilt moved, and the person next to him turned over, putting his legs and arms on him.

Qi Yi Liao’s expression, which was filled with a fishy and evil aura, softened. The next second, he heard the young man’s vague dream talk, “Māo ér… wait for me…”

Māo ér? Or some homophone of the name?

Was this his memory not yet recovered, and he already had a little green on his head?

Qi Yi Liao grabbed the arm across his abdomen and drilled his fingers into the cuff of the other’s shirt along the wrist of his arm.

“Pa”

The arm suddenly swung up and hit him on the face, with considerable force, and he was dumbfounded.

Before he could get angry, a thin and hot body squeezed into his chest.

Jiao Bai was rubbing cats in his dream. Outside the dream, his two hands were stroking Qi Yi Liao’s head and cheeks. He made a satisfied sound, his mouth turned up, and his eyes were curved.

Qi Yi Liao pushed him away and got out of bed, took the lighter and cigarette case and went to the balcony.

Qi Yi Liao smoked a lot of cigarettes last night, and he didn’t finish one this time before he put it out. He threw it into the ashtray and turned back to the room.

The quilt, which was fine before he left, was mostly hanging on the side of the bed. The air conditioner was turned on low, and the person on the bed was kicking his legs hazily, and was still shouting “Where’s the quilt” in his mouth.

“Little kid, little boyfriend.” Qi Yi Liao chuckled and shook his head. He stepped closer and bent over to pick up the quilt, but his hand suddenly froze.

One of the young man’s legs was slightly bent, and there was a tattoo on the ankle side facing Qi Yi Liao.

It was a—firefly.

The wings didn’t know whether they were about to flap or were being folded, lifelike.

Qi Yi Liao heard the sound of life vibrating again, and his heart beat like crazy. He unconsciously knelt on the bed with one knee, pressed the bedding closer, pinched the ankle with one hand, and rubbed it casually with his fingertips.

Is this also a memory?

It seems that there are still many stories about them that Jiao Bai didn’t reveal.

Qi Yi Liao raised his ankle, and a layer of ambiguous smile covered his handsome face: “How did I become a pervert.”

Before the ending sound fell, Qi Yi Liao bit down.

But at the moment when his lips touched it, he unloaded his strength, and the biting turned into a wet kiss.

Kissing all over the firefly.