nucmednet Chapter 136 Is the boss in love? 24
Chapter 136 Is the boss in love? 24
Mo Chenchen's voice was choked with sobs and his eyes were hollow as he murmured: "I'm dirty, dirty, dirty."
At that time, Mo Chenchen's consciousness was not very clear and his memory was blurry. When he heard Gu Qinghua say this, his mind went crazy and he directly understood that he had been raped in the men's room.
Gu Qinghua frowned, not understanding Mo Chenchen's brain circuit, and reached out to touch Mo Chenchen's face, but Mo Chenchen suddenly dodged it.
"Don't, don't come here. I'm already dirty, dirty."
Mo Chenchen shed tears as he spoke. He put his hands on the sheets and moved back bit by bit until he reached the head of the bed. He leaned against the cold carved palace headboard and wrapped his hands around his waist. Knees, head lowered, with one sentence hanging on his lips: "I'm dirty, I'm dirty!"
This situation is very similar to the scene Gu Qinghua saw in the men's room.
Like an abandoned, helpless little beast, huddled in a small space, alone in sadness and despair.
Gu Qinghua's eyes flashed with regret and he sighed.
Without waiting, Gu Qinghua approached step by step, held Mo Chenchen's small body in his arms with his big hands, and comforted him again and again: "It was my fault, I shouldn't have hurt you. Chenchen didn't Dirty, they didn't touch you, you forgot, all those comfortable things just now were done by me.
Don't you like me touching you?
If you don't like it, I won't touch you again, okay? "
At the end, Gu Qinghua's tone became pitiful: "If I feel uncomfortable in the future, I won't touch you. I'll find someone else."
"no!"
Mo Chenchen shouted sharply and raised a pair of watery, bloodshot eyes.
"Oh, then I'll solve it myself. Stop crying. You know, I don't like you crying."
Mo Chenchen lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Am I really not dirty?"
"It's not dirty. You smell like me all over you. Do you dislike it?"
Mo Chenchen shook his head, and his face slowly regained some color: "I like you."
"I like you too."
Gu Qinghua rubbed Mo Chenchen's head, left a soft kiss on his forehead, and said with a smile.
Then, he licked Mo Chenchen's sensitive earlobe and said with a warm breath, "Baby, this is a love hotel. What do you think we should do in a love hotel? Huh?"
The big hand scratched the delicate skin, and Mo Chenchen's body trembled suddenly.
Not only because of Gu Qinghua's flirtatious movements, but also because of the word "baby".
Gu Qinghua had called him "baby" before.
Although it was only one word different from the word "baby", he could hear a deeper feeling of doting in it.
Mo Chenchen had just taken off the bath towel, which was more convenient now.
"I want you, let's get closer to each other, okay...
Although Mo Chenchen is a science student, his Chinese proficiency is not bad. In the college entrance examination, except for two points deducted for the essay, the rest were full marks.
Why couldn't Gu Qinghua understand what he said? It was precisely because he understood that he felt even more ashamed.
Mo Chenchen thought to himself: If the Chinese teacher knew that the poems he taught were used in this way, would he be so angry?
After listening to the rest of Gu Qinghua's poem, Mo Chenchen was sure that after being angry to death, the Chinese teacher would be so angry that he would come back to life again.
Gu Qinghua's palm unconsciously moved down Mo Chenchen's tailbone, and then stopped calmly somewhere.
Mo Chenchen's body trembled slightly. He wanted to escape but couldn't. He was a little afraid of what was coming.
An hour later, Gu Qinghua took a break.
The boy who was looking at the beauty was lying on his stomach panting.
Gu Qinghua's eyes remained dark. During this period, he opened a bottle of red wine that was standing aside, poured it into a red wine glass, shook it gently and took a sip. Then he poured the warm wine into Mo Chenchen's red lips, and brought it to Mo Chenchen's red lips. The hot breath smelling of wine sprayed in his ears:
"We can try Juwen wine in the future, it will definitely taste good."
Mo Chenchen's eyes widened and he looked at Shen Mo in disbelief.
Gu Qinghua's lips curled up, and his smile was evil and charming: "Where did you think you were? There is chrysanthemum tea, and there must be chrysanthemum wine.
"No." Mo Chenchen was so frightened that he shook his head quickly, as if he had thought of such a scene, and the blush that had just dissipated quietly reappeared on his face.
Gu Qinghua saw it and didn't say much.
It doesn't matter, the days are long, and one day, I will drink it.
Gu Qinghua suddenly glanced at the curtains hanging on the ground around the bed, a glint flashed in his eyes, and the curve of his mouth became wider and wider in amusement.
He immediately tied the curtain on the table into a solid knot in the center of the palace-style bed, making it look like a huge 'swing'.
He picked up the astonished young man like jade and calmly sat on the swing, sitting on it with the young man.