WWY Chapter 52

Chapter 52: To Your Place, Thong!

At first, Lan He only slurred his words a little, but then he began to speak with a naive and foolish giggle. By the time Tuxi Ling realized he might be drunk, he had “thumped” and collapsed onto the table, nearly knocking it over.

Ling Tuxi looked at the four empty beer bottles standing by the table leg, and a row of huge ellipses formed in his head.

Ten bottles? That’s it?

He paid the bill and supported the man back to the car. The cologne scent around his temples became even stronger, filling his nostrils with fragrance.

Worried that it would be uncomfortable for him to sit in the passenger seat, Ling Tuxi opened the back door and stuffed him in. Unexpectedly, he grabbed his lapel and refused to let go. Ling Tuxi lost his footing with the car door between them and fell on top of him.

First feeling: skinny.

Just pressing on him like this, he felt like he would break a bone.

Breath, faintly tinged with alcohol, brushed against his cheek, a little hot. Ling Tuxi propped himself up and patted his face, trying to wake him up.

“Lan He, Lan He!”

After a few seconds, he heard a mumbled, “Hmm?”

Drunk Lan He was quite fun, without any defenses or aggressiveness, like a clueless little animal, a little cute.

“Lie down properly, I’ll take you home now.”

“I don’t want to go home, it’s so far, and I feel like throwing up!” Lan He squirmed and changed to a side-lying position, muttering, “I really want to throw up… my head is spinning…”

Ling Tuxi thought for a moment, “Then, should I take you to White Oak?”

“Don’t go to White Oak either, I don’t want to see Si’nian He. He’ll laugh at me if I throw up…”

Ling Tuxi thought that was true. The brothers had just had a conflict because of him, and it wouldn’t be right for him to push Lan He to him right away.

“Then I’ll find a hotel nearby and get a room for you. You can rest first, and I’ll take you home tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Lan He turned his head and showed him an eye glazed with alcohol, “Am I alone?”

What else?

The question was too subtle, and then, Ling Tuxi felt that his half-lying position on the man magnified this subtlety. He quickly sat up, but because Lan He occupied most of the back seat, there was no place to put his long legs.

Adding fuel to the fire, Lan He’s hand pressed on the back of his hand, and he said with a hint of grievance, “I’m scared alone…”

Right, he can’t leave him alone outside, those two suspects haven’t been caught yet!

Ling Tuxi felt a little guilty, and squeezed his burning palm comfortingly. In his eyes, Lan He was now just a child, with an IQ of no more than eight years old, who needed to be coaxed.

“Then how about…”

“Go to your place?”

As he said this, Lan He secretly observed Ling Tuxi’s expression. Seeing that he showed obvious hesitation, he announced his victory in his heart in advance.

“I’ll take you back. I’ll drive slowly on the way. Besides, you have a nanny at home to take care of you. It’s not impossible to go to my place, but I have to go to work, and you’d be alone, with no one to take care of you.”

“No, I feel bad! I don’t need anyone to take care of me!” Lan He buried his whole face and sobbed, “Actually, I don’t want to go home. Auntie Long will scold me. I don’t like that home. There’s no affection at all, just calculations! It’s annoying to go back! I’m happy today, I don’t want to go back, it’s so annoying, really annoying!”

Ling Tuxi’s heart suddenly softened, and for a moment he thought of all kinds of wealthy family feuds.

His own home was safe, at least.

His mouth was faster than his brain, and he agreed without thinking.

When the car started, Lan He lay on the back seat, his mouth crooked with a smile.

After about half an hour, he secretly saw the car turn into a residential area from the car window, with a red flag and a national emblem hanging above the gate.

The car speed slowed down, and occasionally stopped. He heard Ling Tuxi roll down the window and say hello to people, “Uncle this, Auntie that,” as if he was familiar with everyone he passed. So, after getting out of the car, he deliberately walked wobbly, like noodles, leaning all his weight on him, watching him continue to greet people with an embarrassed expression.

Going upstairs, his feet tripped even more. Ling Tuxi was helpless. Seeing that there was no one in the stairwell, he simply carried the man up to the third floor in a few steps.

As luck would have it, a fat aunt came down from downstairs, carrying a trash bag in her hand. She was stunned when she saw them face to face, “Little Ling? Why are you coming home at this time? Oh dear, what’s wrong with this child?”

“Auntie Liu, this is my friend, he’s drunk.” Ling Tuxi quickly put Lan He down and fumbled for the keys, “Oh, right, I’m on vacation today!”

He didn’t know why he was blushing, but no matter why, in Auntie Liu’s eyes, it was a look of trying to cover up the truth, and she couldn’t help but size up Lan He: “On vacation?”

Ling Tuxi: “…Ah!”

“Hello, Auntie Liu!” Lan He also greeted her, swaying, and leaned on Ling Tuxi again like he had no bones, putting his face on his shoulder, squeezing it into a bun shape and smiling foolishly at her, his head rubbing against his shoulder as if out of control.

A strand of stubbornly upright hair happened to poke Ling Tuxi’s neck, and he shrank back, helping him stand up straight: “Be good, I’ll open the door!”

Lan He leaned against the wall and punched him in the chest, slurring, “Gi-give, give way to Auntie Liu!”

The old building’s stairs were narrow, and two big men were blocking the way, making it impossible to pass.

Auntie Liu smiled kindly: “Oh, no need, no need, Auntie Liu isn’t in a hurry, you go inside first, be careful not to fall!”

As she spoke, Ling Tuxi turned the key, and the door clicked open.

He pulled the door open and went into the house, grabbing the drunkard by the arm and pulling him in, sticking his head out: “Sorry, Auntie Liu!”

Auntie Liu went downstairs with a smile, glanced into the house, and Lan He made eye contact with her, followed by another burst of silly laughter.

She advised: “Young man, don’t drink so much alcohol anymore, it delays things and hurts your body!”

“Okay—” Lan He replied sweetly, and the mumbling words behind him were shut into the house.

Ling Tuxi hadn’t been home for more than a month. He had left in a hurry last time and hadn’t even opened the curtains. The light in the house was dim, which inexplicably added a bit of ambiguous atmosphere.

With one hand supporting Lan He, and the other hand turning on the light, a pair of arms unknowingly wrapped around his lower back.

Lan He took the opportunity to lie on his chest and hummed, “My head is spinning, I don’t have any strength, Ling Tuxi, give me a hug…”

His face pressed tightly against his chest, secretly sniffing the scent of laundry detergent on his body when he wasn’t paying attention, lavender!

Ling Tuxi didn’t want him to discover his heart was pounding, and said while holding his breath, “Let’s go to the bed!”

Lan He raised his head, his eyes blank, “Hmm? Bed? What do you want to do?”

“What can I do? Help you to the bed and lie down!” Ling Tuxi told himself that he was talking nonsense, and dragged him into the bedroom without saying anything, “You rest here, I’ll come back tonight or tomorrow morning, don’t worry, this is the family compound of public security and law enforcement, it’s very safe.”

Lan He’s feet dragged desperately on the ground, his whole body sliding to the ground, resisting as hard as a prisoner being taken to the execution ground in ancient times: “Shoes, I haven’t taken off my shoes!”

“Don’t worry about the shoes!” Ling Tuxi was sweating on his forehead and pinched him in anger.

His struggles were ineffective, and Lan He, who had made himself dead weight, was dragged into the bedroom by the tall and mighty Officer Ling. As soon as they entered the room, Ling Tuxi was embarrassed.

The quilt wasn’t folded, several pieces of paper were spread out on the single sofa, a pair of socks that hadn’t been washed for more than a month were thrown on the ground, and the half bottle of mineral water on the bedside table was cloudy.

But luckily, he firmly believed that a drunkard wouldn’t remember these things!

He first helped Lan He to the bed and let him sit against the headboard, quickly took out clean sheets and new pillows from the cabinet, and with his constant harassment, he finally managed to change the old ones, and pulled out a new quilt before letting him lie down.

He stuffed everything he had taken off into the dirty laundry basket on the balcony, and tidied up the room from beginning to end. Lan He occasionally squinted and peeked at him, smiling like a cat that had successfully stolen a dried fish.

He decided to add a little more chaos.

He turned over and muttered to the sky, “Officer Ling, I’m thirsty, I want to drink water.”

That’s right, drunk people get thirsty!

Ling Tuxi threw the socks into the washing machine, washed his hands, and brought back a bottle of unopened mineral water from the living room, helping him up like a sick person and feeding him.

As soon as he was laid down, he began to hum again: “Officer Ling, my head hurts, rub it.”

Ling Tuxi had no choice but to sit back on the bed, put his head on his lap, put his thumbs on his brow, and pressed along the delicate brow bone to both sides, again and again, without the slightest impatience.

He looked at his face, so close, he could see every one of his jet-black eyelashes clearly. From this angle, the lines of his cheeks were soft and smooth, making him look very gentle, but the high bridge of his nose revealed a bit of stubbornness. With the slight rise and fall of his chest, his lips, which had just absorbed enough water, opened and closed slightly to an imperceptible degree, with an attractive luster.

After looking at him for a long time, his neck bent down unconsciously, getting closer and closer, and their breaths gradually merged together.

Lan He suddenly opened his eyes, and their eyes met suddenly. Ling Tuxi’s hand paused, with a kind of nervousness of being caught doing something bad.

“That, do you feel better?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you sleep for a while, I have to go.”

“Okay.” This time Lan He agreed obediently, and even pulled the quilt up himself. Ling Tuxi just got up, but he frowned aggrievedly, “But I’m so uncomfortable…”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s uncomfortable sleeping in clothes!”

To show that he was really uncomfortable, he twisted a few times under the quilt.

Ling Tuxi was helpless: “Then take them off.”

Lan He suddenly looked weak: “I don’t have any strength, I don’t want to move, my head spins when I move…”

Ling Tuxi helped him take off his jacket, but he grabbed his wrist, pouting in dissatisfaction: “I’m used to sleeping naked, help me take them off again!”

“…” Ling Tuxi’s face changed, and he struggled fiercely in his heart.

He’s drunk, and he’s a guest at his house, he should take care of the drunk guest patiently… right?

So, he went to unbutton his shirt, and as the collar slowly opened, the delicate Adam’s apple and the sunken collarbone were slowly revealed, followed by the tight chest muscles…

Fortunately, there was a tight-fitting white vest inside.

Ling Tuxi breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “Do you want to take off your pants too?”

Without saying a word, Lan He pulled the quilt all the way up, covering his head, only revealing his waist down, waiting for his service with a clear conscience.

Ling Tuxi had no choice but to grit his teeth and pull down the zipper of his pants. As soon as he pulled them down a little, he was so scared that he leaned back.

The impact brought by the buttocks wrapped in underwear was no less than a nuclear bomb.

Wrapped a loneliness!

Thong!