The indicator light on the other side of the zebra crossing turned green, and the girl's umbrella next to her brushed the man's back.

Lian Jue reached out and brought the person under his umbrella. The strong smell of alcohol came to his nose. He pursed his lower lips invisibly, frowned and looked at the man in front of him with a bad-looking face.

"uncomfortable?"

The man nodded slightly and shook his head quickly.

Lian Jue's sleeves were clenched by the man's hand, and he pulled back, but the other party did not loosen.

"Do you need to take you to the hospital?"

The man still shook his head, raised his eyes to look at him, his mouth opened with a little difficulty, his voice was thin and weak: "...Can you take me home?"

The traffic was scattered on the road beside him, and the sound of the whistle overshadowed the man's faint volume. Lian Jue could only vaguely hear him saying 'Go home'.

Lian Jue asked, "Where is your home?"

The man shook his head again, looking a little embarrassed: "No, it's not my family."

He frowned and seemed very uncomfortable. He closed his eyes, pursed his lips slowly, and spoke more difficultly: "Or hotel, can you use your ID? Is there any problem with my ID? They refuse to check in for me..."

Lian Jue raised his eyes and glanced at the express hotel across the road, nodded, and confirmed in a deep voice: "Don't you really need to go to the hospital?"

"No need to...the hospital."

As if he wanted to prove that he was not at the point of going to the hospital, the man loosened Lian Jue's arm and shook his body slightly before he stood firm in front of Lian Jue, repeating: "Don't go to the hospital."

He lowered his head, only to Lian Jue's chin. From the angle where Lian Jue lowered his eyes, he could see his burnt red neck and flat and thin shoulders. The man's white shirt was wet with rain, thin and transparent, clearly depicting his slightly trembling butterfly bones.

He was trembling.

"I just, a little dizzy..." The man lowered his eyes and gently rubbed his forehead. His hoarse voice was a little annoyed, "I seem to be drunk."

Lian Jue originally wanted to send someone to the fast hotel opposite, but because the registration information did not match the check-in, he was politely refused to check in by the hotel front desk.

The man curled up in the corner of the sofa near the window of the hotel lobby, with his forehead against the cold glass window, drowsy.

Lian Jue walked over and called him.

The man's skin was steamed red, and his eyes were dizzy and blushed. The sound of "um" was a little bit, which was the last response before falling asleep.

The rain outside was getting heavy, and the rain made a dull sound on the glass window, and the rainwater flowing on the window merged into a thin silk that flowed. The neon lights outside the hotel reflected warm yellow light in front of the window, which coated the man's uneasy sleeping face with a soft edge.

Lian Jue raised his eyes and swept the wall clock on the wall, it was half past nine.

He withdrew his gaze and glanced at the sleeping person on the sofa, and realized how much trouble he had just made for himself.

The driver arrived half an hour later. Lian Jue stood by the roadside with an umbrella, and the man beside him half leaned in his arms. It must be that the wet and cold clothes were not very pleasant to stick to his body. The weather was cold at night, and the man subconsciously approached the chest of the person next to him, hoping to draw warmth from the other person.

The driver pushed open the car door and got out of the car with an umbrella. He noticed that Lian Jue was holding someone in his arms. He was stunned for a moment and quickly nodded respectfully to Lian Jue: "Mr. Lian."

Lian Jue pulled away the drunk who was constantly hiding into his arms with a tense face and threw the person to the driver: "Send him to the hotel."

The driver subconsciously took over the person and was stunned when he heard this: "Which hotel?"

Lian Jue opened his sleeves and looked at his watch: "Let me find a five-star hotel and use my name to open a room for him. I have something to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed his wrist.

The man who was just drunk and confused was struggling to hold up from the driver's arms. His slender eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a layer of misty moisture in his eyes, as if he was about to cry: "Don't leave, help me..."

The driver stood aside awkwardly and whispered: "This, sir..."

Lian Jue narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him, trying to find any trace of pretending to be drunk from his face, but failed.

The phone in his pocket vibrated again. Lian Jue briefly closed his eyes and took his wrist back from his hand indifferently. The man was still staggering by his not-so-big moves. Fortunately, the driver next to him helped him stand firmly.

Lian Jue glanced at him indifferently, handed the umbrella in his hand to the driver, took out his cell phone and answered the phone: "What's wrong."

"Sir, are you back tonight?" the aunt said hesitantly on the other end of the phone, "Tongtong is not asleep yet, and she said she wants to wait for you to come back."

Lian Jue frowned slightly: "Wait for me to do something, let him go to bed."

"I got a good grade today and I've been thinking about you coming back to praise him." The aunt sighed helplessly, "So I made you angry just now, but now I'm blaming myself."

"I'm not angry." Lian Jue said.

"Do you have time now? I'll let Tongtong come over and say something to you? Otherwise, I'll see that he will have a hard time sleeping tonight."

Lian Jue took a look, and the man stood aside with his head hanging down, his thin body trembling in the night wind with raindrops.

He responded softly to the other end of the phone, and took the umbrella from the driver waiting for the other side to answer the call in the time when he was waiting for the answer, and raised his jaw: "Send him away."

The driver opened the car door and said politely to the man: "Please."

Lian Jue didn't look at him anymore and walked a few steps to the side with an umbrella.

The other end of the phone stopped for a while, and a sound of squeaking footsteps rang out. Soon someone answered the phone, with an unstable breath in the voice: "Uncle Lian, aunt said you were not angry."

Lian Jue said "um" lightly and corrected: "I will call you dad in the future."

The opposite side seemed embarrassed, but he quickly called out: "Dad."

This sound made Lian Jue's tone slightly slow down: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

After a moment of quiet, the child calmed down and asked carefully: "...Are you not coming back?"

"Back, later. If you are sleepy, go to bed first."

The other person said "Okay", but his tone was reluctant. Lian Jue just pretended that he didn't hear it and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"there is none left."

"Well, then that's how it comes first."

Lian Jue was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly called him.

"…wait a moment, dad, and there is one more thing."

"What."

"The paper I sent today, the teacher said that the parents would sign a name and would take it back to school tomorrow..."

"Sign up to my aunt."

"……oh."

"Okay, I'm dead." Lian Jue said, "You go to bed."

After Lian Jue hung up the phone, the driver behind him gently called him: "Mr. Lian?"

He turned his head and saw that the two of them were still standing still without moving. He asked in a deep voice: "Why haven't you left yet?"

The driver looked at the man next to him with his head hanging down and not moving.

The man bit his pale lips, his nose was red from the tip of his cold, and his face was wet. I don’t know if it was tears or the rain blew with the wind.

Lian Jue felt a little impatient, put away his phone and walked over, and said to the man: "He will send you there."

The man still doesn't move.

After a moment of silence, Lian Jue's eyes moved away from him and asked the driver: "Which is the five-star hotel closest to here?"

"Hilton, sir." The driver replied quickly, "Your jam is in the car."

"Yes." Lian Jue pulled the co-pilot away, forcibly stuffed the man into the car, closed the door, took out the car key from his pocket and handed it to the driver.

The driver was stunned.

"My car is parked across the street, you drive my car back."

The door opened with a "drip" sound, Lian Jue brought people into the door, and turned on the light casually. It was the dim warm light on the bedside.

He walked in on the thick, soft carpet and threw the person who had not much weight in his arms on the bed.

The man fell into the big bed, his buttons loosened, and the shirt attached to his body wrinkled due to the mattress falling slightly. The raised hem revealed a small piece of snow-white and slender waist. He groaned in discomfort, and his wet hair scattered all over the pillow, and soon a small pool of dark water marks appeared on the pillow surface. His thick eyelashes became tighter and trembled slightly as his brows frowned. The pair of slender legs wrapped in casual pants rubbed against each other, murmuring softly.

Lian Jue stood by the bed expressionlessly, and the gentleness he had before could no longer be found on his face, and his voice became cold.

"Tell me. What do you want to do?"

The man seemed to be frozen by his sudden cold sound, and shook slightly, slowly supporting himself from the bed.

Lian Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, his jawline was stretched sharply, and he looked down at his movements.

The man wanted to get out of bed, but his legs became weak. As soon as his feet were stepped on the ground, he staggered and fell to the edge of the bed. His cold and white hands were clenched into the long hair of the carpet, and his thin shoulder blades were slightly supported, like a pair of beautiful and fragile butterflies.

He raised his head and looked at Lian Jue with a wet look, revealing a nearly naked desire, but it was not a desire, but inexplicably let Lian Jue read a little despair from it.

Before Lian Jue could figure out the meaning of his expression, the man actually raised his waist, rubbed his knees under him with no force on the carpet wet under him, and knelt and crawled to Lian Jue's feet.

He climbed Lian Jue's legs and struggled to hold up. He stretched his cold hands towards Lian Jue's waist and trembled to untie his belt.

"gentlemen……"

The man imitated the person he called him just now, but his voice was difficult to keep stable in his out of control, and his hoarse and trembling voice was filled with a crying voice.

"Give me……"

Give me your pheromones.
Chapter completed!