The merriment of the party continued.

At this moment, Xu Xingcheng was already in the pool because of the alcohol.

He was still chuckling to Luo Fusheng.

"Xu Xingcheng called me." Luo Fusheng heard Xu Xingcheng's voice and felt relieved.

He hurriedly gathered his strength to push Huo Duzhi away and was about to jump into the pool to have fun with him.

"You're injured. You can't get into the water." Huo Duzhi was even angrier when he was pushed away.

He raised his hand and grabbed Luo Fusheng's wrist with great force.

Luo Fusheng was stunned by his scolding. In a moment of carelessness, he saw Huo Duzhi call Lo Cheng over. "Tell Young Master Xu that Luo Fusheng is injured and can't get into the water. Let him have fun."

Lo Cheng was already worried about not being able to control Luo Fusheng. When he heard what Huo Duzhi said, he naturally had no reason to disobey. He nodded in agreement.

Huo Duzhi pulled Luo Fusheng all the way to the villa.

"Hey, Young Master Huo, I haven't had enough fun yet!

Let go! "Luo Fusheng lowered his head and tried to pry Huo Duzhi's hand away.

However, he didn't expect Huo Duzhi to be so strong. His hand was covered with a thin layer of calluses. He looked delicate and elegant, but he was also a martial artist.

He had drunk too much, and his whole body was weak.

He couldn't pry his hand away.

He could only let Huo Duzhi pull him all the way to the villa.

"It seems like the doctor's advice from yesterday is in one ear and out the other." Huo Duzhi let go of him the moment he entered the house.

He only said this coldly.

"Doctor's advice?" Luo Fusheng remembered the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses yesterday, who he had jokingly called the second Xu Xingcheng.

The other party had cautioned him that injured people shouldn't drink anymore and definitely shouldn't get into the water.

However, he had completely forgotten about it.

Luo Fusheng lowered his head and rubbed his wrist, which was hurting from the grip, and laughed softly. "We're in a gang. Why are we so particular?"

"… Be good and sit here. I'll get someone to make you some hangover soup." Huo Duzhi didn't say anything else after hearing what she said and went to find a servant.

When the kitchen had prepared the hangover soup, Huo Duzhi brought it out, only to find that Luo Fusheng had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

He hunched his back and curled himself into a small ball, only occupying a small area of the sofa. His skin was white as snow and his hair was black.

It looked very young.

She was still that beautiful and fragile teenager.

Huo Duzhi sat beside him and placed the hangover soup aside. He gently played with his hair and listened to the noise outside. It was as if he had returned to the days seven years ago and felt the long-lost peace.

The wind of early spring blew in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Luo Fusheng couldn't help but shiver.

Huo Duzhi saw that he couldn't stay like this.

He patted Luo Fusheng's ankle. "Fusheng?

Second-in-charge? "He didn't respond.

Huo Duzhi thought for a moment, but still put one hand on his knee and the other under his armpit. He used both hands to lift him up.

He was still so light, but his body was soft.

Huo Duzhi went upstairs. He felt the weight in his arms and sighed softly.

He didn't know how this guy had survived all these years.

He kicked open the bedroom door and gently placed Luo Fusheng on the bed. He turned around and went downstairs to get the soup.

He hurried upstairs and opened the door. Before he could put down the soup, he heard the sound of wind blowing.

"Second-in-charge?" The opponent's movements were strong and didn't seem to be affected by alcohol at all.

Huo Duzhi dodged the opponent's movements and turned on the lights.

When the lights came on, the person who approached Huo Duzhi saw his face and was suddenly stunned.

"Gu Qi?" The person who attacked him was Luo Fusheng.

Luo Fusheng was half-drunk and half-sober. He stared at his face and a dreamy smile gradually appeared on his face.

"You … You're back?" He suddenly lost all his strength and slumped to the ground.

Huo Duzhi was afraid that he would fall, so he hurriedly held him.

He spilled half of the soup in his hand in a hurry.

He glanced at the soup and simply put it aside.

He picked up Luo Fusheng.

Luo Fusheng wrapped his arms around his neck and smiled. "You're back. It's good." Huo Duzhi didn't know if Luo Fusheng could remember things after being drunk, so he couldn't respond.

He could only hold onto his waist tightly, afraid that he would fall.

Luo Fusheng raised his head and stared at Huo Duzhi without blinking. His eyes sparkled. "Why did you leave?

Why didn't you say anything before leaving … "

Huo Duzhi couldn't bear to look into his eyes. He pursed his lips and put him on the bed. "Have a good rest and sleep. Everything will be fine." He said in a low voice and was about to leave.

Luo Fusheng grabbed his hand tightly. "Don't go.

Are you blaming me?

Blaming me for causing Master Fan's death … "He became emotional.

Huo Duzhi raised his head and looked at him.

Luo Fusheng looked at him and said softly, "I'm sorry …"

His voice was still the same. It was slightly low and hoarse, but the end of it was gentle and childish.

His eyes were wide open. Those unbearable emotions turned into tears and flowed down drop by drop.

Some of them hung on his curled eyelashes, shaking and sparkling in the dark night.

For the first time, Huo Duzhi felt like his heart was being twisted by a knife.

He thought that a person had to pay back the debts he owed.

He was a coward back then, so he was destined to be drowned in heartache and guilt at this moment.

And what right did he have to think of escaping?

He didn't say a word. He just raised his hand and stroked Luo Fusheng's head.

Luo Fusheng's hair was permed into small curls on his forehead. It was a very popular hairstyle.

This kid was shameless. He used to have to work hard to straighten his hair, but now he simply permed it. It saved him a lot of trouble.

Huo Duzhi's mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts. They drove away the pain and he couldn't help but laugh.

Luo Fusheng didn't know. He raised his hand and hugged Huo Duzhi with all his might. His voice was soft and slow, as if he was sleep-talking.

"Don't go, okay?

I'll make amends … Please, don't go … "

Huo Duzhi was hugged tightly by the soft body of his beloved. He couldn't suppress the rapid heartbeat and the love in his heart.

He lowered his head and looked at Luo Fusheng's drunken eyes. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Luo Fusheng's wet eyelashes and the tears that kept falling.

Luo Fusheng groaned because of the slight itch in his eyes.

Luo Fusheng's voice was thick with water vapor.

Huo Duzhi paused. The scene from many years ago reappeared in his mind.

He finally couldn't resist. He lowered his head and kissed Luo Fusheng's eyes, nose, and lips.

It was a kiss full of tenderness.

Luo Fusheng felt hot all over. He opened his mouth. His fingers trembled helplessly behind Huo Duzhi's neck. He tried hard to breathe because of Luo Fusheng's gentle touch.

Luo Fusheng's hot breath blew beside Huo Duzhi's ear.

Huo Duzhi kissed him deeply.

"Mm …" Luo Fusheng's tongue was stuck in his throat.

Their tongues intertwined intimately. From lips to teeth, to tongue, to palate, it was an extremely lingering sucking.

Luo Fusheng felt his head getting dizzier. He vaguely thought, 'Does Gu Qi like this?

That's nothing. '

He didn't hate it either.

Luo Fusheng's tongue was very flexible. It patrolled his lips and teeth possessively.

He also wanted to know more about Luo Fusheng. He wanted to know what Luo Fusheng was thinking and whether Luo Fusheng blamed him.

So he tried hard to respond.

Luo Fusheng's consciousness became more and more blurred in this entanglement. He passed a critical point and fell into darkness.

Huo Duzhi felt Luo Fusheng's arm loosening. He opened his eyes and found that the person in his arms had completely fainted.

Luo Fusheng's handsome face was flushed. He lay on the bed. His dark eyebrows and eyelashes, high nose bridge, and jade-like skin made him look like an exquisite statue. However, this statue's plump lips were slightly red and swollen. It gave him an indescribable feeling. It was very soft and fragrant.

Huo Duzhi sat up and looked at his face for a long time.

He slapped himself with a sullen face.

Luo Fusheng liked Hong Lan.

Not him.

In the end, he took advantage of him.

How was he different from Li Laolai?

Luo Fusheng was his brother. His brother for life.

Huo Duzhi thought of this. His heart was in pain and entangled.

It calmed him down very well.