Chapter 15.2

Qiao Yang, just you wait!

Wait until I make you suffer severely on Qifengtai!

Qiao Yang was drunk, he was unsteady on his feet, and his reaction was sluggish. And with what was left of his consciousness, he muttered in a loud voice, “After… nine o’clock, the Management will be off duty and no one will come to unlock it. How about… you sleep at my house? ”

Sleep in your house?

Gu Ye sneered, “No need!”

He was too lazy to bother with a drunken, half-conscious person again. Turning around with a black face, he prepared to take the elevator to leave.

“Don’t… Don’t.” Qiao Yang scrambled over a step to pull him, “It’s my fault, I, I will be responsible for you.”

The man’s earnest and sincere eyes were like those of a child who promises his teacher not to make mistakes again.

“You first…… come to my house first and wait for a while, I’ll ask someone to arrange a place for you to stay.”

Qiao Yang tightly grabbed his arm, and the strong scent of alcohol emitting from his body assaulted his(GY) senses.

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The boy approached closer and face-to-face, Gu Ye instinctively felt repulsed.

He flung his arms and threw off Qiao Yang’s hands.

His strength was not much, but because of Qiao Yang’s center of gravity was unstable due to being intoxicated, and suddenly lost the support of the arm, he stumbled and hit the door with a “bang”.

He rebounded and fell heavily to the ground.

“Ow… Hurt… “ The person on the ground let out a muffled groan.

Gu Ye, “…” Read this novel only on Foxaholic

He merely gave a flick of the arm. How could he have so much power?

Qiao Yang did not know whether it was because of the bad fall, he actually lay down and couldn’t get up from the ground. After a while, the man’s body unexpectedly started to tremble lightly.

Gu Ye was taken aback and hurried over to help him, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, how did you ……”

He froze ‒ the man lying on the ground was crying.

The quietly enduring sobbing made the body spasm.

Perhaps it was the embarrassment of recognizing the wrong house, or perhaps physical discomfort from being drunk.

Or perhaps he was blaming himself for not realizing that Qiao Sheng was ill in his original world, years of uncertainty and loneliness. He was feeling a sense of loss that this Qiao Zhen was not the Qiao Sheng……

All the negative emotions that were repressed in the heart, in this moment, burst open.

“ … I’m sorry.” His sobbing, broken voice.

Qiao Yang bit his lower lip, trying hard to to suppress his emotions.

“… I’m sorry.” He once again softly repeated the same words.

At this moment, the handsome and unrestrained face of the young master was pale and tear-stricken, and his eyes were red.

The good-looking face now looked battered and exhausted, and the tightly bitten lower lip went from white to red, then it gradually darkened.

“Don’t bite anymore.” Gu Ye couldn’t help reaching out to stroke those lips ‒ supple, soft and moist.

Then he immediately let go as if he was shocked by an electric current.

It felt like thunder struck at Gu Ye’s heart. That action he did just now was done out of reflex.

But his state of mind was even more agitated. So gloomy that he wanted to vent. He scoffed, “Don’t you have a little lover? How come he’s not here to take care of you?”

Qiao Yang sat up, and leaned his body against the wall. He shook his head in confusion after hearing Gu Ye’s words, “… Don’t have one, it’s not true.”

At this moment, these few simple words were like magic. They calmed down the heart that had been impatient, gloomy, and wanted to lose temper.

Gu Ye looked at him in deep thoughts, “ … Stand up ba, don’t sit on the floor.”

He reached out his hands to help the man on the ground up, yet the gesture was misunderstood. The man, overwhelmed by negative emotions, saw a broad, warm embrace. It looked as if he had finally found someone who could give him comfort, a place where he could vent his feelings without restraint. .

He threw himself into those arms. Immediately afterward, he lost control and tears rushed out like a flood as if it could no longer be contained anymore.

Gu Ye was completely stunned. The last time someone jumped into his arms like this and was in such close physical contact with him was the golden retriever he had raised as a child. But the touch of a man was completely different from that of a golden retriever. He was at a loss for words, stiffening up and not knowing how to hold him.

The man cried weakly in his arms, and his somewhat thin body kept shaking, seeming to carry endless sorrow and grievances.

—-Obviously he was drunk crazy, but he didn’t find it loathsome.

Two men stayed in the spacious and empty hallway, one crouched on the ground, and the other rested in his arms. The position was awkward, but no one moved.

It was unknown how long it took, but Qiao Yang finally quiet down and the crying stopped. The body also stopped shaking. Only the breathing was still slightly heavy after crying.

Gu Ye lightly called out, “Qiao Yang?”

No response. The person in his arms ‒- fell asleep.

The handsome face was buried in his chest. There was a slight furrow to the brows and his complexion was pale.

Moist teardrops hung on the end of the slender, slightly arched eyes, and the two rows of tightly closed eyelashes were also wet and clumped together, as if they had suffered a great deal of grievance.

Gu Ye intended to carry the man back up and tried to send him home.

The man was not as heavy as he thought, and he could hold him in his arms with only minimal effort.

The sleeping person seemed to sense the disturbance when his body was suddenly lifted.

Qiao Yang opened his eyes, both of his hands reached out to seek for security, and grabbed Gu Ye’s clothes in a panic. His eyes were drowsy and confused, not knowing what was wrong.

When he saw the person holding him, he showed a very obedient smile and gently called out,

” … Brother.”

The voice was soft like silk-floss, with a coquettish lingering effect.

The man who was holding him suddenly froze again.

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