Chapter 19: The Insomniac CEO’s Canary Has Gone Wild (Part 19)

Chapter 19: The Insomniac CEO's Canary Has Gone Wild (Part 19)

Gu Bing grabbed Song Chuyi’s index finger and pinched his nose.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’ll take you home.”

After saying that, he nodded slightly at the stunned Zhao Cheng. “Go on playing. I’m taking him home.”

Gu Bing scooped Song Chuyi up into his arms and strode out of the private room, leaving behind a shocked Zhao Cheng who momentarily forgot how to speak.

It took a full minute for Zhao Cheng to snap back to reality. He slapped his friend beside him and exclaimed in shock, “Brother Gu carried someone out like a princess?”

The person nodded.

“Holy shit!” Zhao Cheng cursed, “This is serious!”

Could Brother Gu have fallen for Song Chuyi?

But could Song Chuyi be someone Brother Gu would fall for?!

“Damn it.” Zhao Cheng lost all interest in playing and quickly got up, muttering something as he left.

On the other side, Gu Bing carried Song Chuyi to the car.

The driver had already been waiting.

In the back seat, Song Chuyi fiddled with Gu Bing’s clothes, mumbling, “Why are you wearing so much?”

“You need to take off your clothes to sleep.”

He swiftly pulled open Gu Bing’s shirt, revealing a large expanse of chest muscles.

Song Chuyi leaned in and rubbed against him.

“Hehe, feels good~”

Gu Bing: ...

He looked down at his torn shirt, feeling both amused and exasperated.

How could someone get so strong when drunk?

He lifted his hand and wrapped it around Song Chuyi’s waist, holding him tightly.

“A’Chu is the little troublemaker.”

He whispered softly.

“Drinking so much despite having a low tolerance.”

Song Chuyi couldn’t hear this; he raised his head and argued indignantly.

“My tolerance is great!”

“Then who’s the little drunkard in front of me now? Huh?” Gu Bing smiled, pulling out his phone and turning on the camera mode.

Song Chuyi shook his head, mumbling.

“It’s not me.”

“It must be you.”

“You’re the one who’s drunk!”

He propped himself up on Gu Bing’s chest, his slightly pink fingertips pinching playfully.

“So big.”

He looked down at himself and sighed heavily.

“No way! I need to build some chest muscles too!”

Song Chuyi tugged at his own clothes, making them all wrinkled.

The buttons on the shirt were hard to undo, so he used force to rip them open.

The button popped off and hit Gu Bing’s chest before landing in his palm.

Gu Bing played with the white button, while his other hand steadily held the phone, recording Song Chuyi’s drunken antics.

Song Chuyi was oblivious to Gu Bing’s actions; he laughed foolishly, pulling open his shirt and patting it.

“Wait for me to train!”

“I’ll definitely build bigger ones than you!”

He patted himself with real effort, and soon red marks appeared on his originally pale skin.

These red marks made the surrounding skin look even more delicate and flushed, evoking all sorts of thoughts.

The temperature in the car seemed to rise instantly.

Gu Bing’s hand paused as he played with the button, and the camera lens wobbled slightly.

Song Chuyi continued to laugh foolishly, “Brother Gu, wait for me to train and then we can compare, hehe.”

Gu Bing swallowed, moving his gaze away from the expanse of pale skin.

Never would he have thought that Song Chuyi would lean in, staring straight at him.

"Brother Gu, why aren't you speaking?"

"Aren't you turned mute or something?"

A hint of panic appeared on his face.

"No," Gu Bing finally spoke, "get dressed."

His voice carried a hint of hoarseness, suppressing desires even he hadn't noticed.

Song Chuyi's ears twitched, "You really did turn mute."

He leaned in even closer, so close that if Gu Bing moved, their lips would touch.

But Gu Bing didn't move.

The camera had long since been carelessly placed on the chair back, showing only darkness but still capturing some sounds.

"No," Gu Bing's voice grew even more hoarse, "you must have misheard."

"I did not!" Song Chuyi loudly refuted, "I couldn't possibly have misheard, hmph!"

Gu Bing was silent for two seconds before sighing helplessly.

"You didn't mishear."

"It was my overstep."

Song Chuyi caught two words, "Overstep?"

"What do you mean by overstep?"

He straddled Gu Bing's lap, "Am I not yours now?"

"Brother Gu can do anything to me without overstepping!"

The fifth way to please the benefactor: live and die for the benefactor, everything the benefactor does is right!

Though his head was fuzzy, he remembered the rules of pleasing the benefactor clearly!

He said it without any qualms, completely unaware of what those words meant to Gu Bing.

The hand holding Song Chuyi tightened, and his breathing grew heavier.

"A'Chu."

He hugged him tightly.

"Lil' Dope."

How could someone be this foolish, foolish enough to melt his heart.

He sighed softly, stroking Song Chuyi's head.

The car arrived at the villa, and Gu Bing carried Song Chuyi into the bedroom.

Song Chuyi's clothes were disheveled, with red marks on his chest, making it seem like something had happened between them.

Luckily, no one was home; otherwise, these beautiful sights would have been seen by others.

Gu Bing had planned to give Song Chuyi a bath, but as soon as they reached the bathroom, Song Chuyi pushed him out.

"I'll wash myself!"

Song Chuyi shouted from inside.

Gu Bing could only wait outside, "I'm right here. Call me if you need anything."

Song Chuyi responded, and then the sound of water began.

In the bathroom, the cold water helped Song Chuyi regain some clarity.

He held his head, feeling a bit regretful.

"Xiaotong, what should I do? The antagonist knows I'm strong and not delicate. Will he challenge me to a fight?"

Xiaotong: "Probably not."

Song Chuyi: "I hope not."

"I won't drink again next time!"

Xiaotong: "Host, keep it up! Make sure the antagonist has a good night's sleep tonight too!"

Song Chuyi: "I'll try."

"Xiaotong, if Gu Bing can't sleep, can I knock him out?"

Xiaotong: "!!!"

"No!"

Under Xiaotong's persistent persuasion, Song Chuyi eventually gave up the idea of knocking Gu Bing out and started thinking about how to normally lull him to sleep.

While chatting with Xiaotong, he lost track of time, and Gu Bing grew worried waiting outside.

He knocked on the door, "Song Chuyi?"

Not getting a response.

Gu Bing furrowed his brow, grasped the doorknob, and gently pressed down.

"I'm coming in."

The door opened with a sound, and at the same moment, Song Chuyi responded.

"Wait!"

The sound of rushing water echoed, and amidst the swirling mist, there was Song Chuyi's slender body.

Gu Bing's pupils constricted, and he averted his gaze.

"Sorry, I thought..."

Images flashed through his mind.

Small, pink, incredibly cute.