Love stops rumours

Chapter 17 - What to Do, My Roommate and I Engaged in Intercrural Sex

Chapter 17 – What to Do, My Roommate and I Engaged in Intercrural Sex.

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“Lover?” Chu Yun He considered Xiao Nian and asked amazedly. “You’re his lover?”

“Is there a problem?”

“Is there proof?”

“Junior, Junior,” Wei Ru Song felt that his body was burning and his brain was swollen, falling onto the floor like his legs were made of jelly, so as to prevent himself from kneeling to Xiao Nian he quickly clung to Xiao Nian. “Why are you here? Bring me back quickly, I think I’m drunk.”

“Ok.”

Wei Ru Song was afraid of embarrassing himself so he was whispering into Xiao Nian’s ear, it seemed to Chu Yun He that they were flirting quietly with each other, suddenly, as though he was possessed, he raised his brows.
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“He told me he didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“He threw a tantrum and decided to go to a bar,” Xiao Nian rebutted, nodding slightly towards Chu Yun He. “Sorry to have troubled you, here’s wishing you a merry Christmas.”

Xiao Nian lifted Wei Ru Song with a fireman’s carry, as though he was about to dump Wei Ru Song into a grave and left.

“Junior, I’m feeling hot.”

Wei Ru Song groggily entered the taxi, his head leaning onto Xiao Nian’s shoulder and unconsciously removing his coat, Xiao Nian stroked his abnormally red cheeks, they were practically hot enough to cook eggs.

“Did you eat something?”

“No,” Wei Ru Song also felt bizarre, he felt like the drinks he drank were not cocktails but pure spirits instead, burning throughout his entire body. “All I drank were 2 cocktails, they weren’t too strong, only tasting like juice.”

“Cocktails?”

“Yup.”

Wei Ru Song felt nauseous, was this cab driver a retired F1 driver, there was very little traffic at this timing, so the old taxi was speeding along, as though “as long as he drove fast enough, sadness would never catch up”. The wind, through the gap in the window, slapped Wei Ru Song’s face, but this wind did not sober him up, instead, made him more nauseous, his belly churning, bile welling up his throat.

The taxi driver was clearly experienced, with one glance at Wei Ru Song he spoke coldly.

“200 dollars cleaning fee for vomiting in the taxi.”

Hearing that he would have to pay 200 dollars, Wei Ru Song hurriedly swallowed, Xiao Nian massaged his back and gently told him.

“It’s alright, we’ll reach soon.”

Wei Ru Song was afraid he would spew upon opening his mouth, he could only tighten his lips and nod, only to feel nauseous again, and so tried to distract himself.

All along Wei Ru Song had only drank beer, after all he was a martial arts practitioner, also, he was of age, when at home during the holidays he would have some chicken feet and beer with his father after training, ten cans of beer had basically no effect on him, thus he was very confident in his drinking ability. However he had only drank 2 cocktails tonight, were cocktails really so alcoholic? Wei Ru Song went through his memories, he ordered a watermelon daiquiri, played games on his phone, Chu Yun He appeared, treated him to an old-fashioned, after much reflection Wei Ru Song screamed silently, but was suddenly enlightened and thus cheered up.

Finally arriving at campus, Wei Ru Song felt as though he was floating, and had to be carried by Xiao Nian out of the taxi. Wei Ru Song still felt nauseous, but he could not hold back his shock and indigence.