The ultimate blue sea

Chapter 89

When Su Qing got out of bed the next day, his walking posture, owing to certain reasons everyone has a tacit understanding of, was...just slightly awkward.

Hu Bugui watched him in silence for a while. When he stuck his arms into his shirtsleeves and frowned slightly as he twisted around, Hu Bugui, feeling boundless guilt, got up and carefully gathered together the front of his shirt. Focusing his attention on the clothing as much as possible, he did up his buttons for him with no indecent assault.

Su Qing sat there obediently with his arms open, letting him fiddle as he liked.

Hu Bugui actually very much wanted to control himself every time. He didn't want to put a great burden on Su Qing's body. But every time he was teased into losing control by a certain bastard who didn't appreciate the kindness.

In fact, Su Qing was very well-behaved the majority of the time. After all this time, Hu Bugui felt that Su Qing had been "domesticated." Only when there were important matters during work would he put forward some views. As for ordinary trivialities, he would basically go with whatever Hu Bugui said.

Tell him not to smoke, and he would do his best to resist. When he really couldn't resist, he would only smoke furtively. Even when to go to sleep and when to wake up, not staying up late, not eating only capsules and not food, how much to eat at each meal—if you only said something to him, however unwilling he was, he would still wrinkle his nose in exasperation and comply without another word.

Apart from not being very obedient in bed—he didn't seem to especially like Hu Bugui's constant, almost masochistic self-control.

A person who had been so good at agreeing to your face then disobeying in private had suddenly become so well-behaved. Sometimes when he thought of it, Hu Bugui felt very unused to it. He was always apprehensive, thinking that this was the calm before the storm, afraid that he was so well-behaved because he was brewing a big piece of troublemaking for some day in the future.

After buttoning his shirt for him, Hu Bugui found that his expression still seemed to be a little confused. So he put his arms around Su Qing's neck and gently kissed him on the forehead. He gave his shoulder a shove. "Go wash your face."—Hu Bugui had also found that if you kissed him on the forehead, Su Qing would automatically close his eyes. If the atmosphere was good, he would agree to basically anything you said to him at this time.

Su Qing obediently went to wash his face. Hu Bugui considered, then directly left the room and went downstairs.

It was still early. Only Ji Pengcheng was sitting alone downstairs, holding a bowl of soy milk and slowly drinking it. Hu Bugui sat down across from him. Ji Pengcheng gave him a slightly scrutinizing look. He asked, "Where's that little whelp Su Qing?"

"He'll be down in a while." Hu Bugui approximately knew Ji Pengcheng's relationship to Su Qing and was also looking with faint curiosity at this old fellow who could turn trickery into an art.

Ji Pengcheng heard him and narrowed his eyes. He smiled meaningfully. "Strange. Since I've known that little whelp, he's always gotten up earlier than the chickens to go out and cause chaos before daybreak every day."

Hu Bugui thought that there seemed to be some subtext in his words. He answered, "He doesn't sleep very well, so normally I let him get some more sleep when he can."

Then he frowned and stared blankly with his eyes fixed on a corner of the table for a moment. He seemed like he wanted to say something but was holding himself back. Ji Pengcheng looked at him intelligently. "What is it? What do you want to say?"

Hu Bugui wasn't very good at talking to start with, and he thought that he might be worried over nothing. When Ji Pengcheng asked him, he stared, then had even less of an idea of what to say.