Chapter Thirty-Four: Getting Along

  "Me?......" Shao Qi smiled bitterly, he had already fallen into the stinky and dark swamp, unable to extricate himself.

  "He will certainly continue reading." The door was opened at some point, and a clear, yet slightly enchanting voice responded in a timely manner.

  His figure was tall and slender, and although he was basking in the sunlight, his face remained completely indistinct.

  "Master!" Seeing the newcomer, Yan's eyes widened in terror as she bowed her head in a standard maid's greeting.

  Shao Hua nodded slightly, with a faint smile on his face as he looked at her, "You two knew each other before?"

  Yan's scalp felt cool, and he didn't know whether to admit it or not.

  "I don't know!" Shao Qi's words tumbled out almost without thinking.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it and wished he could give himself a few hard slaps on the face, forgetting that he was facing a thousand-year-old demon.

  As expected, once he encounters something warm and fuzzy, he easily loses his vigilance; once he encounters an old demon, he becomes weak-minded.

  Regretting in his heart, but on the surface he was calmly watching Shao Hua.

  Pushing the bowls and chopsticks on the table away, Shao Qi said calmly: "Clean up, let's go!"

  Clearly tell Yan's color.

  There is a strange pressure in the air, as if there is a strong gust of wind, making people's hair stand on end.

  She quickly and skillfully gathered the bowls and chopsticks, casting a subtle glance at Shao Qi. Her hand tightened around the dinner plate before relaxing again, and with a respectful nod to the master, she walked out.

  Although she felt heartache for the boy she liked, she understood reality better and knew who was in charge.

  The corner of his eye glanced sideways at the woman's back, and Shao Hua's smile was like a poppy flower in the rain, hazy and unclear.

  "Are you saying I can go to school?" With his back against the pillow, Shao Qi leaned against the headboard, his elegant face like that of a sick prince, refined yet weak and somewhat pitiful.

  Shao Hua leaned in close to him, his powerful arms propped up on the bed, trapping him within their circle. He slowly breathed hot air onto his face and said, "Didn't I tell you not to come up?"

  Shao Qi looked at him, with a smile on his face, wearing a suit that was perfectly tailored to his slender figure, with sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes, the angular features of his face were strikingly handsome, he had indeed never seen anyone more good-looking than him.

  "You didn't deceive me?" Shao Qi frowned at him, her fingers curling in incredulity.

  "Did I deceive you?" Shao Hua smiled lightly, propping himself up with one hand, his body drawing a beautiful arc as he sank gently onto the bed beside Shao Qi.

  Shao Qi looked at him sideways with his head down, "Why?"

  "Because..." Shao Hua smiled, pulling down his collar with one hand, causing his body to lose balance and fall onto his.

  "I'm glad!" he said, his arm exerting force to stop Shao Qi's struggles.

  Shao Qi was taken aback.

  Alright, you're the boss, I'm just a slave, whatever you want is fine!

  It's like that anyway, can't refuse it, might as well enjoy it then.

  Although Shao Qi doesn't really feel that it's enjoyable so far, after all he isn't a masochist, but he still comforted himself in an A-Q way.

  Even he had made up his mind for another round of OOXX, but Shao Hua was quietly lying beside him, as if she had fallen asleep.

  The enchanting smile that bewildered people's hearts has faded, the invisible and intangible pressure that hurt others has been retracted. The handsome facial features are quietly giving off a dreamy illusion.

  As if he were a prince who was sleeping, raised in the light, his whole body was elegant, clean and noble.

  Shao Qi was stunned, what had he experienced in the past that made his present so twisted...

  However, Shao Hua didn't give him much time to think, her bright red lips moved slightly "Why did you lie to me?"

  It was as if he had been doused with cold water, and Shao Qi felt a chill run through his entire body.

  But then he saw that long, black feather fan move, and those black agate-like eyes staring straight at him. "Not only do you know each other, but she likes you!"

  Shao Qi's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word.

  "You know, as long as I want to know, no one can deceive me! Don't you have anything to say now?" With a thick, calloused fingertip, he gently and slowly stroked his Adam's apple, and Shao Hua's voice seemed to be cheerful and light.

  Shao Qi's throat was a bit uncomfortable, but he couldn't try to struggle and provoke this old man who he couldn't afford to offend, so he could only endure.

  "You know what I mean, she's the only connection to my past now..." Shao Qi closed his eyes, a sour feeling in his heart, not minding showing weakness.

  When dealing with strong people, you can be tough, but necessary weakness will make life a little better.

  At this time, Shao Qi's mind was very clear and he naturally wouldn't forget this famous theory.

  "Can't let go?" The bony fingers directly pressed against his throat, Shao Hua's tone was icy, "Or did you originally like her too?"

  "No!" Shao Qi opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to pry open the fingers on his neck, and his clear eyes stared straight at him, "Just friends."

  As she spoke, she gently pulled open the quilt on her body, and her white fingers slowly untied the belt of her bathrobe, revealing a pearly white and lustrous chest.

  But that's how it is, when he wears clothes, he can think of himself as a person, but after taking them off, he can consider himself an emotionless animal.

  Shao Qi stripped himself bare, treating himself as a gift, in exchange for the value he desired.

  But the master was not in a hurry, compared to his rapid heartbeat, that calm and profound eyes, motionless and voiceless appearance, really didn't give any face.

  Shao Hua's gaze condensed slightly, "You want me to let her off?"

  His clothes were all undone, and Shao Qi looked down at the man with a humble expression, his long arms slowly removing his tie. "Yes."

  His movements were very powerful, although slow, but naturally smooth and flawless.

  It's as if a melodious song, although it's obviously the main course waiting to be slaughtered, also delights the senses like a conquest.

  But when those gorgeous and expensive outer garments were stripped off, his eyes widened in shock, and Shao Qi was stunned stiff by what he saw.

  He let his actions be guided by his instincts, and suddenly stopped, slowly lifting his chin, letting his gaze meet his own question, "How can you not believe what you see?"

  Shaoyi's expression was unexpected, but it only lasted for a moment. He looked at him and said, "I thought your body would be covered in scars."

  He smiled, like the deep and serene water of an ancient pool, clear and calm, yet shrouded in a haze of mist.

  "What an amazing coincidence! I have the same build as you!"

  "Your wound healing ability is very strong, will you never leave a scar? Are you also particularly sensitive to pain?" Shao Qi's face turned red, knowing that the attention had been successfully diverted, and he stopped talking and stopped moving.