Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 120 Throbbing

The more than 30 pots of wine at the banquet were all the signature liquors of Wangjiang Tower. Half of them were drunk by Su Chengfeng. He really had a good alcohol tolerance.

"Yes, yes, you, Master Su, are unrivaled in martial arts and your drinking capacity is also the best in the world."

Yang Zhounan grabbed the drunkard's arm and kicked away the broom and dustpan that were blown down by the wind.

"Come on, number one in the world, please slow down and don't fall."

After he said that, he hurried into the house to light the lamp, then ran out to support the person.

Su Chengfeng shook his head, squinted his eyes and chuckled, raised his arm which was about to bend, and grabbed it around the back of Yang Zhounan's neck, causing him to stagger and fall over suddenly.

With his eyes closed and a smug smile on his face, he said "hmm".

"You've been good today. I... I'm telling you, when you're out in the martial arts world, if someone bullies... bullies you, you... tell me my name."

He casually patted his chest and said, "Brother, I'll follow you."

This drunkard was hanging on people and even getting close to their faces, talking big and boasting without any shame.

Yang Zhounan smiled, agreed with him, and spoke in a dragging tone.

"Yes, if I ever encounter bandits robbing me in the future, I will definitely announce the name of Hero Su and make them flee without a fight."

Su Chengfeng laughed, "I really won't brag to you, they are all afraid of me."

They were too close, and Su Chengfeng's warm breath sprayed on Yang Zhounan's cheeks and neck.

Occasionally, the drunk guy's head couldn't hold up and would lean against someone's neck. When no one was talking, the scene looked like they were rubbing their ears...flirting!

The alcohol stirred up his body, and he gasped unconsciously, attacking Yang Zhounan's body and mind again and again.

This unintentional teasing made him collapse and feel like going crazy, his heart beating uncontrollably.

Yang Zhounan suppressed his trembling breath, turned his face slightly, and his eyes naturally fell on those lips, a few inches away.

The dim light outlined the red lips, making them look voluptuous, soft, and fleshy. They looked so...

I don't know if it was the alcohol or the dark night that made it look so dim.

The beast called "desire" that was suppressing his heart suddenly broke out of its cage.

Urging him to slowly approach those lips that appeared in his dreams time and time again, lips that made him unable to stop.

The hand around the man's lower back clenched the fabric.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Zhounan is an overbearing and tough guy who can make anything he wants come true.

But no one knows that he will be very cautious when facing the person he likes.

He was afraid that his tough and domineering attitude would scare people away, especially since the autumn hunt.

It’s strange to say, this person that Yang Zhounan longs for has made him lose control several times in his dreams, but in the current reality, it is even more stressful than in the dream.

He was so nervous that he felt inexplicably hot in this cold autumn night. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even the wind couldn't blow it away.

At this moment, Yang Zhounan seemed to understand a little bit that when one's heart is deeply moved, it will be so strange and painful.

I felt light and gradually dizzy from the uncontrollable throbbing.

Yang Zhounan's throat slid up and down, and when his trembling breath was about to get close, he suddenly stopped.

Although he wanted to, he unconsciously judged this behavior as "taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

Very... obscene.

It's not what you want willingly.

Moreover, during the banquet tonight, Su Chengfeng looked at Lu Ziqing with that expression.

Yang Zhounan's annoyance rose again. Looking at the face in front of him, a bitter tenderness appeared in his eyes.

Just like that, in the dim courtyard, he quietly hugged this person who smiled and talked with his eyes closed, and spoke softly.

"I know you hated me before we even returned to Beijing. You hated my overbearing ways, my deliberate attempts to make things difficult for you, and how I would always nag you when I was hurt, leaving you helpless and unable to avoid me. But...but only in this way can I get close to you. Otherwise, you'll stay away from me."

"Because of that impulse, I'm sorry. You said you didn't like it..."

He suddenly paused and sighed.

"But the way you look at Lu Ziqing and the care you show him makes me unsure whether you really like women or whether you are just lying to avoid me."

Perhaps because he heard a familiar name, Su Chengfeng smiled dazedly and began to talk in a muttered voice.

"Ziqing, hiccup... our Zi... Ziqing is truly amazing. He's been promoted to imperial physician. Master Xi, did you see that in heaven? Yunling, Yun..."

He was talking as he was about to slide down.

Yang Zhounan felt uncomfortable after hearing this, and hugged him in his arms in an annoyed and domineering manner.

When my face touched his hair, I felt as if I was accusing him, and I hugged tightly this person who did not belong to me in body and mind.

His previously nervous and throbbing heart gradually felt as if it was stabbed by something.

It's not very painful, but it's just... an indescribable discomfort.

Behind the dark clouds, a corner of moonlight was faintly visible, shining on the street and the gray-covered double-axle carriage with gold-plated carvings.

Inside, Lu Ziqing was lying on the cushion in the main seat in a daze, his face flushed deeply, his brows furrowed with discomfort, he held his stomach and slowly turned to the side and curled up.

This was the second time he got drunk in his life.

Xiao Yan moved over from the second position and squatted, reaching out to hold his arm.

Looking at that miserable look, I started to feel a little anxious and muttered to myself.

"Two small glasses of wine, could it be so powerful? Could it be... because the lime water damaged my stomach?"

He sighed, turned his head to the outside of the carriage and ordered, "Hou Xuan, hurry up."

"Oh, good, my lord, sit tight."

The carriage soon arrived at the Marquis's mansion.

Xiao Yan carried the person back to Chongcuixuan, put him on the bed, and told Wen Zhong to add some sugar water. After feeding him, he seemed to feel better.

The wind blew in from the window, making the candlelight on the lamp tree in the corner flicker.

He stood up and closed the window, then returned to the bed, straightened the person, propped up the bed, and was about to pull the quilt over.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ziqing suddenly reached out his hand, climbed onto the back of his neck, and pulled him down.

Xiao Yan was caught off guard and pressed down on the other person, but fortunately he was quick-witted and used his elbow to support himself, so he did not completely press down on the other person.

Otherwise, the man would probably vomit out all the sugar water he had just drunk.

He placed his hands on both sides of Lu Ziqing's shoulders and saw that the man was in a daze and mumbling.

"Lao Su, sleep well and don't move around. Also, don't... don't grab my quilt again. I was freezing that time in the Beidi tent."

While muttering, he weakly pushed Xiao Yan onto the bed, pulling at him randomly with his hands as if trying to pull the quilt.

After pulling for a long time, his hands tangled up his clothes.

Xiao Yan was lying on his side inside, staring blankly at him tossing left and right, not knowing what to do.

Is this uncomfortable again?

He held down the restless hands and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Lu Ziqing's head was dizzy at this time. He only heard someone talking, but he didn't know who it was.

Without answering, his body and hands began to move again, as if he was trying to take off his clothes.

"Are you going to take off your shirt?"

Xiao Yan asked himself, and after waiting for a long time without any response, he simply helped to take off the robe.

It was meant to be put aside.

As a result, Lu Ziqing grabbed him, stretched him out randomly, and threw him onto Xiao Yan and himself.

Both of them were covered in robes, facing each other very close and quietly.

It was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard.

Just like that, Xiao Yan's heart seemed to return to its previous state and was inexplicably moved.

But this time, it seems even more... panicked!

What is this strange feeling?