Chen Ting struggled to hold up without holding the cabinet beside the door. He smelled a familiar breath that made him blush in his breath of alcohol. A voice in his heart said to him, "No", but his body was disobedient and walked into the room by chance.

The curtains were not tightly pulled, and the cold white lights in the yard were poured into the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chen Tingwei's eyelids were red by the heat in his body, and his ears were burning. This was his first time entering the bedroom of Lianjue's fixed residence. This room was not as big as the one in the villa before, and the overall style was relatively not that cold. The furniture was European-style, with retro iron wall lights embedded on both sides of the bedside, which complemented the simple carvings on the projection wall. The bedding was dark green, and a light-colored wool carpet was laid on the floor beside the bed...a pair of slippers were placed on it.

Lian Jue left in a hurry in the morning, and the light gray nightgown he had changed was thrown at the head of the bed. On the bedside table was a pair of glasses with thin gold wire, a glass with half a cup of water left, and a watch that was probably put down casually.

Chen Ting did not climb the wall, and took his legs that were hard to use, and he walked every step with pain. He could clearly feel his legs trembling, and his soft and light steps seemed to be uncontrollable, purely following his physical instincts, heading towards the strongest place that had a fatal attraction to him.

He struggled with his strong sense of shame at this moment with dizziness, and closed his eyes tightly with irresistible... He was so uncomfortable that his wet clothes rubbed against his skin, and he wanted to scream.

Chen Tingwei's hands couldn't help but tremble. The slippers under his feet were casually scattered beside Lian Jue's neatly arranged slippers. He stepped on the ground barefoot, unbuttoned his pajama buttons one by one, took off his pants, and the phone in his pajama pocket fell out and slammed silently on the thick carpet...

He stood naked in front of Lian Jue's bed, allowing the light from the window to spread on his skin that was red due to pheromone or shame. He felt that tears could not be suppressed due to physiological secretion in his very hot eyes. His soaked eyelashes drooped down wetly, his hands tightly held on both sides of his body, and then loosened them, opening his wet eyes.

Then he slowly picked up the soft silk nightgown. He could not control his behavior. He lowered his head and sniffed the residual smell on the clothes hard and obsessedly. He could find a little peace of mind in this insecure emotional out of control.

...The smell of Lianjue.

Chen Ting's heart beats suddenly as this thought jumps into his mind. This sense of shame that breaks through the bottom line is mixed with strong desire, and his eyes become wet, and elsewhere is wet. His whole body seems to be soaked in water, but he still feels dry mouth.

Lian Jue was taller than him and stronger than him. The nightgown was wide and loose when he was put on Shen Tingwei's body, and the hem was almost hanging to his ankles. However, the smooth and cool silk was pressed against his body, which quickly relieved some of his painful skin due to friction.

The sweet aroma of wine mixed with the faint coldness on the clothes, colliding with each other and blending with each other. He pursed his dry lips, held the cup of cold water in front of the bed with both hands, and sent it to his lips.

The cold liquid flowed into his dry throat, but it was far from relieving his physical torture. Chen Ting climbed onto the bed without lifting the quilt, wrapped himself in the cold breath, and his breathing quickly became chaotic...

Before Lian Jue could cut off the cigarette in his hand, the cell phone on the table rang.

It was called by Kang Tong.

Lian Jue took a look at the time first. It was 9:30 and Kang Tong was not asleep yet. He pressed the cigarette butt and answered the phone: "Why haven't you been asleep yet?"

"Dad, when will you go home?" Kang Tong's voice was very small and boring, as if he was hiding in some confined space, afraid of being heard.

Lian Jue recalled the scene when he went home yesterday and thought Kang Tong was pulling Chen Ting to play hide-and-seek again. He frowned and his tone was a bit serious: "What's wrong?"

"Weiwei seems to be sick." Kang Tong said quietly, "...I feel uncomfortable during the day. I want to call you, but Weiwei refuses to let you go and says it will disturb your work."

Lian Jue paused: "Is sick?"

"He has been sweating all the time, and his face is so white... I've called you secretly."

Lian Jue quickly said, "I understand."

He hung up the phone, got up with his coat, and walked out of the office. Lin Chen was leading the lawyer to come towards him. Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, he was stunned: "...Mr. Lian, are you?"

“There’s something to do.”

Lian Jue nodded to the person coming, then gave Lin Chen a wink. Then Lin Chen quickly said to the lawyer: "Lawyer Liu, please go to the conference room to discuss in detail."

The lawyer naturally didn't care and nodded, "Okay."

Although Lian Jue has never been enthusiastic about others, he has always been very rigorous in his attitude towards work and has never changed his work plan so temporarily.

Lin Chen turned his head and looked at Lian Jue's back as he hurriedly left, a little confused.

Lian Jue took the keys to drive to the basement without waiting for the driver to come.

Chen Tingwei curled up in the narrow cabinet yesterday, and was blushed and looked at him with a deep memory. Lian Jue originally wanted to find a doctor to go back with him, but he didn't know what was wrong with Chen Tingwei and which doctor to ask, so he decided to call Chen Tingwei first.

The prompt on the phone rang for a long time, and it was not until Lian Jue tied up the seat belt and started the car, and it was finally connected.

Lian Jue looked at the rearview mirror, turned the car out of the parking space, and asked Chen Tingwei: "Where is uncomfortable?"

There was only a very light rustling sound on the other end of the phone, like the friction of the earpiece on the fabric. It was played very loudly by the Bluetooth-connected car speaker. The sound lasted for a while and was a little harsh.

Lian Jue's temperament was almost wiped out by the annoying noise. He asked again with a calm voice: "What's wrong with you?"

It took a long time for a sound to sound across the street.

Chen Tingwei's voice was a little hoarse. He first said "um" softly, as if he was a low humming squeezed out of his nasal cavity, and then he said in a very strange tone: "No..."

Lian Jue's movements paused and his expression became weird.

Then, he drove the car out of the basement silently and stopped by the roadside.

The sounds made in Chen Tingwei's throat are not unfamiliar with. The messy breathing sounds overlap with the thin sounds made by the quilt, and the soft and hoarse moans are mixed in from time to time... Several sounds are not very loud, but they combine a kind of movement that makes people not want to be imaginative, and they are clearly transmitted from the sound quality of the car.

Lian Jue's originally tight heart suddenly changed to another tight method, and then he felt a little irritated.

Lian Jue himself is not very keen on bed affairs, and now he can't remember these things when he is busy. However, he is a normal adult. After all, he was called out by Chen Tingwei so inexplicably and shamelessly on the phone. He couldn't help but feel dry and hot. Then he felt speechless.

Seeing that the other person had not had to hang up the phone for a long time, Lian Jue's eyebrows were frowning even tighter. He took out the cigarette and held it in his mouth, trying to open the window and light it, but he threw the cigarette back to the passenger seat because of the shameful voice of the car, and he became more irritable.

"Chen Tingwei, what kind of habit are you?" He failed to control his tone well, his voice was filled with annoyance and chill, "I think you are not sick, you are in heat."

After a while, another sound came out: "Yeah..."

Chen Ting's trembling voice was released from the speaker, and his shark voice was mixed with a less obvious crying voice.
Chapter completed!