Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Song Ci felt dizzy, his stomach was overwhelmed by his hard shoulders, his cheeks were weakly pressed against Ren Qinian's back, the corners of his lips were pale with cold sweat, "Uncomfortable..."

Hearing Song Ci's uncomfortable muffled groans, Ren Qinian felt weak and powerless, low and soft, and his heart instantly felt itchy and numb as if he had been scratched by a claw.

The Adam's apple rolled subconsciously, and after a long while, it was not until he heard Song Ci's uncomfortable moaning again that he raised his hand to support Song Ci's buttocks, supported his legs, and put him down.

"Is it hard?" Ren Qinian's tone was still the same as usual, but his eyes softened a bit.

Song Ci was held by Ren Qinian's arm, took a step forward and staggered and fell to the ground. Xin Hao Ren Qinian was fast enough to grab the young man into his arms.

This time, he was not as rude as before, but instead hugged him into the back room and hugged him on the bed.

Song Ci couldn't even open his eyes, and he had a nightmare again. It was very strange. He dreamed of two men... they were very familiar, and then his hands were covered with blood... dazzling scarlet, and the endless sadness felt as uncomfortable as piercing his heart with a knife. ...

Seeing his involuntary pain, Ren Qinian should have been happy, but his heart was so empty and flustered that he raised his rough fingers to wipe away the teardrops that slid down from the corners of his eyes.

On the surface, he still looks indifferent, but in fact, his heart has already turned into a turbulent sea.

"Just like that?"

Ren Qinian seemed to be asking and answering himself, his face turned cold, and his lips were pursed very majesticly.

Looking at the red marks at the end of his eyes rubbed by his fingers, he twisted them back and forth without any distress until the pink turned crimson.

It should be feeling pain, Song Ci subconsciously raised his hand to grab that hand, but it was empty. The palm of the hand fell tiredly next to the cheek. a little hard.

Ren Qinian watched his gaze suddenly fall to the corner of his lips, looked at the bitten swollen and red lips, said nothing, just sat quietly by the bed and looked at him, raised his hand to touch his fingers. Rubbing the abdomen, although there is a thin layer of callus, it is still abnormally soft.

The other hand was placed in the palm of his hand, the hand in his hand was almost perfect, the blue blood vessels were particularly obvious and beautiful on the porcelain white skin, like jade.

Ren Qinian just watched and played like this, and didn't go out of Song Ci's room until late at night.

Not long after I walked out

I ran into Shen Yu on the road, saw that Ren Qinian's eyes were a bit gloomy, he restrained himself the moment he turned around, and raised his hand to clasp Shen Yu's wrist.

"Aunt Seven isn't going to take a rest at this point, will she have time to hang out?"

Hearing Ren Qinian's words, Shen Yu immediately felt a little embarrassed. Although Ren Qinian helped him, although it might not be worth mentioning in his eyes, he had a good impression of him in his heart.

"I'm lost, can you take me back? If you're busy, I'll go around by myself." Shen Yu looked at him apologetically.

Ren Qinian looked at Shen Yu and always felt that there was a familiar feeling about this person, which was very familiar but he didn't like it.

"Lost? I'll take you back."

Even though he didn't want to, he took Shen Yu back. If he was allowed to search around, he might find Song Ci's room. It is very likely that Song Ci likes him so much...

Ren Qinian frowned very tightly, he didn't want such a thing to happen at all, he just didn't like it and hated it, especially when he saw them interacting.

Ren Qinian walked in front with a cold and hard face, Shen Yu didn't know what happened, seeing that he might be in a bad mood, so he didn't speak, and stayed behind obediently.

"It's here, remember the way next time, don't get lost again."

Listening to Ren Qinian's words, Shen Yu nodded his thanks.

He left without looking back.

Sitting in front of the window of the room, Shen Yu looked at the bright moonlight outside the window and sighed at the thought of the attitude of the Song family towards him, his eyes were a little tired.

He felt that the Song family's life would not be much easier...

Suddenly he thought of the young man who smiled at him with surprise, the amber eyes were as soft as honey, and the light waves could reach the bottom of people's hearts.

Shen Yu smiled wryly, "The only person who treated me sincerely except Song Shenglin from all over the Song family no longer exists..."

Song Ci didn't come today.

Did not see him.

Probably because he was still angry last time, and it's also his fault that he said such deadly words. I am an opera singer who went to hook up with someone like Song Shenglin. He is of low status but married to Song Ci's father. A son will do nothing. Are you happy?

Shen Yu couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he thought about today's events again, and he was glad that Song Shenglin had something urgent to leave and didn't come to him, otherwise...he really didn't know what to do.

But thinking of the days to come and his identity as a man... he couldn't help feeling melancholy, and the look in his eyes became more bitter and sad.

He must keep his identity a secret and not let others know... But he married into the Song family, how long can he be a man?
Although Song Shenglin was usually very talkative, he had also seen him when he was in a rage. If this was discovered... him, he really didn't know what to do.

Shen Yu's face became more and more ugly.

Maybe Song Shenglin will kill himself, it doesn't matter if he dies, but what will happen to his sister if he dies?
Shen Yu sighed, those dark and beautiful eyes were bent downwards, with a feeling of pity.

Shen Yu walked out of the window, the cold moonlight shone on him, he put his palms together and prayed to the gods for his sister's speedy recovery.
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When Song Ci woke up the next day, he had a severe headache. Seeing that he was sleeping on the bed in the room, his head still jerked violently. The only thing he remembered was drinking in the restaurant last night, and then meeting Ren Qinian...then it was broken.

Song Ci's eyes opened instantly, "Could it be Ren Qinian who sent me back?!"

Song Ci's face changed, how could he be with him, thinking of Ren Qinian, he was very upset, and rubbed the aching brows.

As soon as I got out of bed, I heard a knock on the door.

So early?Who?

"Come in."

The man pushed open the door, and the morning sun leaked in through the door, and he handed over a bowl of tea in his hand, "It's hot, you drank too much yesterday, drink something to make you feel better."

Song Ci walked around him irritably, "What are you doing here? I'm very comfortable now, so you don't need to be hypocritical."

Ren Qinian glanced at him, still kept the action of reaching the bowl just now, and smiled helplessly: "Little Ci'er, stop making trouble."

Song Ci sat on the chair next to him, watching how long he could last.

The thing really went beyond Song Ci's imagination, and he was getting impatient. Ren Qinian still looked at him gently, and when he knew the soup was getting cold, he reminded him, "Be good, it's getting cold soon, drink some first."

Song Ci raised his chin at him, with a haughty expression on his face, and raised his legs on the small table next to him, "What if I don't drink it? Who knows if you put any poison in it."

Ren Qinian shook his head.

He's also used to being annoying.

Just took a sip from the edge of the bowl, "It's all right now."