Chapter 39 "Give me a chance?"

This action brought the two of them close to each other.

Under the bright lights, He Wenxiao could even clearly see the tiny lines on Chu Mincibai's skin.

However, in the next second, he found that there was a patch of skin that was slightly different in color on Chu Min's back near the right side.

The visual impact when he entered the door just now was too great, making him unable to think and distinguish for a while.

It was only now that he regained his senses a little, and he discovered that Chu Min had a scar of about three centimeters on his back.

He Wenxiao's movement of getting up was changed into a posture of tapping on one knee. He carefully reached out and touched the skin behind Chu Min, and asked, "What's going on here?"

Chu Min didn't dodge, and remained kneeling. After a few seconds, he said vaguely, "My mother got it when she was sick... She wanted to kill herself with a knife, but I stopped her..."

He Wenxiao's breathing stagnated and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Chu Min said: "It hurts, there is a lot of blood."

The six words in a calm tone made He Wenxiao's eyes darken.

After a long while, he lowered his head and kissed the scar, his movements as gentle as a piece of velvet falling on a rare treasure.

Facing the sudden touch, Chu Min only trembled, and let the delicate kiss fall on his scar with unbelievable tolerance.

He Wenxiao was half-kneeling behind Chu Min, his hot and humid breath wandered, and he visited the beautiful but broken place over and over again. When he noticed that Chu Min moved slightly, he realized what he was doing.

At the same time, his left hand also wrapped around Chu Min's waist, firmly supporting his body, which was limp due to drunkenness, and making people lean against him. In the state of no barrier, the temperature of the palm of the hand and the body temperature of the other party were infinite. fusion.

It was impossible to have no thoughts right now, but he still forcibly suppressed the impulse, forcing himself to wake up a lot, but when he was about to let go of Chu Min, his movements froze.

Going over Chu Min's shoulder, he saw the strangeness visible to the naked eye - Chu Min turned his back to him, and at some point he put his hand on his thigh, clenching the fabric with his five fingers, as if his thoughts were struggling, he would not move.

As if a tight string suddenly snapped, He Wenxiao moved faster than his brain and grabbed Chu Min's forearm, as if it was about to be broken, with terrifying force.

Chu Min moved reflexively, only said the word "let" and then got stuck.

Behind him, He Wenxiao stretched out his other hand like a preying cheetah, slammed against the wall, and completely caged him under him.

He Wenxiao asked hoarsely, "Can you do it yourself?"

As if provocative.

What responded to him was the quiet air.

In the case of a sharp decline in reason, silence, in his opinion, means acquiescence. He slowly moved his fingers along the ups and downs of his bones, squeezed Chu Min's thin wrist, tried, and took away Chu Min's hand with taut knuckles...

The heat from the lips and teeth collided back and forth in this elegantly decorated bathroom, almost igniting the air.

The nerves, which were already weak and weak, were now under the full control of people, and the high concentration of alcohol was rampant in the blood vessels without any rules.

Chu Min was a little out of strength, and leaned back on He Wenxiao's shoulder as if he couldn't support it. His jaw and neck were almost stretched into a smooth line. The Adam's apple was attached to it, rolling uneasily, and was covered by He Wenxiao's hot palm. .

Time seemed to stand still in this huge bathroom, and when his body finally collapsed, Chu Min leaned heavily into He Wenxiao's arms, closed his eyes tiredly, and his trembling eyelashes shook the shadows with high frequency.

Every time Chu Min was upset, he owed his eyes.

However, at this moment, He Wenxiao felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. He raised the corners of his lips and asked, "Are you angry?"

Chu Min said, "No."

He Wenxiao was a little surprised, and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Chu Min half-opened his eyes, his blurred eyes swept across He Wenxiao's handsome eyebrows, and said, "Little bastard."

He Wenxiao felt hot at the sight of him, "Did that little bastard make you comfortable just now?"

"Um……"

He Wenxiao proudly hugged Chu Min's drunken and soft body, and listened to him whispering back to him.

At this moment, Chu Min is simply too talkative, like a docile water lily that is frequently disturbed by the rain but still has a delicate fragrance. It seems that no matter what he asks, he will give the answer he wants... Looking forward to the request.

He thought and said so.

"Brother." He whispered, "Let's start over, okay?"

Chu Min casually took a shower and lay on the bed groggy, not knowing if He Wenxiao had left.

Half an hour ago, when He Wenxiao's bewitching voice sounded in his ears, he was actually moved, but he did not respond to He Wenxiao, but asked He Wenxiao to let him go and go home early.

He remembered the back of He Wenxiao leaving the bathroom, feeling a little lost and unwilling.

In a daze, he had a messy dream. In the dream, there was a cramped and dark attic, the scum who harmed his mother, and the He family who came to the door in a suit and leather shoes six years ago and revealed the true identity of He Wenxiao. big or small...

Anxiety is like a big net, binding him overwhelmingly.

He struggled for a long time before waking up from his dream. It was still pitch black outside the window, and he only slept for two hours.

Panting and sitting up, Chu Min buried his face between his palms and took a few deep breaths. After a few minutes, he touched the water glass on the bedside table with the dim light of the wall lamp, but accidentally put the money aside. The clip fell to the ground.

The wallet was smashed on its back, and the transparent interlayer with maple leaves was empty.

Chu Min was stunned for a moment, picked up the wallet and turned it over and over to look for it. His movements were almost rude, but he found nothing.

Maple leaves are lost.

This realization made his heart sink sharply, and his brain, which had not completely sobered up, went blank for a while.

He recalled with great difficulty that when he was sitting on the terrace drinking, he took it out and played with it.

He immediately rolled over and got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom quickly, hurried through the huge living room, and pulled open the floor-to-ceiling windows.

However, the entire terrace has been cleaned up, and all the wine bottles and glasses scattered on the ground a few hours ago have disappeared, not even a dead corner that can hide maple leaves.

Standing in the night wind in mid-May, Chu Min's eyes were cloudy, and he only felt cold in his hands and feet.

"Are you looking for this?"

A voice came from behind.

Chu Min turned around suddenly, and He Wenxiao stood under the lamp in the center of the living room, and did not leave the house.

And in his hand, he was holding the mottled old maple leaf.

The dangling heart sank back into the chest cavity.

Chu Min was pushed forward two steps by the strong emotion of being lost and found, but Xu Yu, who saw He Wenxiao's expression clearly, stopped in his steps.

He Wenxiao chuckled, "You told me the other day that it was an old bookmark that you found while packing, but if it's just an ordinary bookmark, why do you care so much?"

Chu Min opened his mouth subconsciously and wanted to say something, but saw He Wenxiao's eyes were down, and the curvature of his lips was dyed with playfulness.

He followed He Wenxiao's gaze and lowered his head, only to realize that he didn't even wear slippers, and ran out barefoot.

The rebuttal words got stuck in his throat.

Chu Min has always hated deceit, and believes that any lie will one day be retributed. And the lie he hurriedly told at He Wenxiao's house that day has really been returned.

"You obviously care about our relationship, but you wanted to break up with me at the beginning, and you wouldn't even give me a decent reason." He Wenxiao walked up to Chu Min step by step, "Brother, I don't understand."

In front of him was a man in formal clothes, with sharp eyebrows and a height of more than 1.9 meters. At this moment, his eyes were slightly red, and his deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shaky water mist.

Chu Min was struck by He Wenxiao's heartbreaking gaze, but he felt amused. He subconsciously wanted to take out the cigarette case, and after touching it for a long time, he remembered that he was wearing pajamas.

He rubbed his sore temples and said a little tiredly: "Since you already know about my mother, you can't think of why I didn't want you back then?"

He Wenxiao was startled by Chu Min's question, and a few seconds later, a crack suddenly appeared in the confusion that had tormented him for six years. Immediately, the crack spread like a cobweb, and the sound of shattering shook his chest.

It turned out that Chu Min was blaming him for hiding his family background.

But until the day they broke up, he hadn't told Chu Min who his parents were. How did Chu Min know?

But he didn't have the time to worry about other things at the moment, and he quickly explained: "Because I am fundamentally different from him, I can't have any empathy with him, I didn't tell you my family background, because I was already with He at that time. The family has severed ties..."

Also because you said you hate the rich second generation the most.

He Wenxiao didn't say anything after that.

Even for a thousand reasons, it was true that he lied to Chu Min. He reminded Chu Min of that scum, and felt uneasy and fearful in his heart.

Chu Min was still waiting for He Wenxiao to continue to explain, and wanted to hear how He Wenxiao broke the sky, but saw the man who had red eyes and aggressively pressed him just now, standing with his head bowed like a child who had done something wrong. There, the atmosphere did not dare to make another sound.

He slowly exhaled and asked indifferently, "That's all you want to say?"

"Give me a chance?" He Wenxiao suddenly raised his head, took Chu Min's hand, and couldn't help but wrap it in his palm, with a bit of stubbornness in his movements, "Give me a chance and let me prove that I'm not the same as that scumbag. ."

Chu Min frowned and said, "How do you want to prove it? If I'm not satisfied with you, will you immediately disappear from me?"

He Wenxiao said, "No."

Chu Min felt like he was being tricked, and almost laughed angrily, but heard He Wenxiao say again, "I won't do anything wrong again, and I won't let you escape again."

Under the shadow of the light, He Wenxiao's eyes were frighteningly gloomy, and his whole face was too paranoid, as if he would lose control at any time. However, he just stood there with slightly pursed lips, stubbornly waiting for a reply.

The floor-to-ceiling windows leading to the terrace were open, and Ye Feng recklessly rolled up the milky white curtains, and also ruffled Chu Min's hair.

Chu Min stood there motionless, only feeling that the entire space around him, along with his mood, seemed to be out of order.

At the beginning, he hurriedly cut off everything with He Wenxiao. To put it bluntly, he was afraid of sinking. He was afraid that after He Wenxiao forcibly turned him into a single-minded lover, he revealed his true self, hung up high, and smiled at him. trap. The more he could not leave He Wenxiao, the more afraid he was.

However, in the past six years, he had never really stepped out of the siege He Wenxiao had built in his heart.

Now, he is no longer the hairy boy in his early twenties who was flustered when he was in trouble. After years of ups and downs in Vanity Fair, he has become more restrained and his mood has changed a bit. For some things, rather than being led by the nose, it is better to hold the traction rope in your own hands and turn against the customer.

After a drowning, a false alarm, and another disturbance by He Wenxiao, Chu Min had not fully woken up from the drink, but now he has a splitting headache, his eardrums are buzzing, and his temples are throbbing.

"Forget it, that's it."

Chu Min broke away from He Wenxiao's hand and walked staggeringly towards the bedroom as if he was out of strength, but in the next second, he was hugged from behind, and an urgent voice came from his ear: "What do you mean by that?Make it clear!"

Chu Min glanced at the bulging arms around his waist, pinched his brows, and sighed: "You are so entangled, what else can I do other than give you this chance temporarily?"