After Qi Han entered the room, he didn't immediately fall asleep, just lying in bed tossing and turning. So when the sound of door closing rang outside, he immediately heard it. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he reached out and turned on the bedside table lamp. It looked like it was almost 10 o'clock.

It's so late, He Ming still needs to go out? That guy has been doing really well since he moved into his house, and he has never had a record of going out and fooling around in the middle of the night.

Today Is there anything urgent?

Qi Han was already not feeling sleepy, and coupled with his addiction to smoking, he simply got up and walked to the balcony to smoke.

The wind at night brought some coolness, but he stood like this for over an hour, and in the end, his legs were almost numb, and He Ming had not returned yet.

In terms of emotion and reason, even if it's just an ordinary friend, it's time to make a phone call and ask, right?

Qi Han made an excuse for himself and turned back to the living room to look for his phone, but after flipping through it for a long time, he disappeared without a trace.

What's going on?

He just called Xu Le a few hours ago, but why did his phone disappear after only a few hours?

Is it He Ming

Qi Han couldn't think of any connection between the two. As he watched the clock pointer on the wall slowly move towards 12 o'clock, he couldn't help but worry about He Ming's safety. It wasn't until he heard the sound of the key inserted into the lock that he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the door opened, he stood up and welcomed him, asking, "Did you go to the bar for a drink? Why did you come back so late..."

Before he could finish speaking, he exclaimed in surprise.

The lights in the living room were very bright. From Qi Han's perspective, he could clearly see that He Ming's cheeks were swollen, there was a faint bruise under his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were also scraped, with blood seeping faintly. His black hair hung disheveled in front of his forehead, and his clothes were also stained with a lot of dust, as if he had just rolled on the ground, looking very disheveled.

Qi Han was stunned and blurted out, "Did someone rob you? Did you rob you for money or for lust?"

He Ming snorted twice and said to him, "You haven't slept so late?"

"I can't sleep." Qi Han looked at him up and down and continued, "What exactly happened? How could you be injured like this?"

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He Ming didn't want to answer at all, but couldn't resist his repeated questioning, so he had to turn his face and respond with a muffled expression, "It's nothing, just a fight with someone."

"What? Are you running to fight with someone in the middle of the night?" Qi Han was surprised at first, then froze for a moment, instantly understanding the cause and effect of the situation. "You... you went to find Xu Le?"

He Ming knew he couldn't hide it, so he sat down on the sofa and explained, "I talked to him for a while, but later because I didn't like him, I started teaching him a lesson."

Qi Han glanced at the scars on his face, twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth, and muttered softly, "It seems like you are the one who was scolded."

Unexpectedly, He Ming's ears were very sharp. He immediately squinted his eyes and retorted, "That kid is more seriously injured than me!"

After a pause, he said somewhat unwillingly, "He looks gentle and polite. I didn't expect him to be quite skilled in fighting."

Qi Han didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "Didn't I mention it? Xu Le had practiced free combat before."

He Ming's face improved a bit and he snorted, "That's just that."

Qi Han was too lazy to make fun of his immaturity, so he only found a bottle of medicinal wine from the cabinet, poured some in his hand, rubbed it open, and silently helped He Ming apply medicine. His movements were very gentle, but when he touched the wound, he still saw He Ming clenching his teeth and quickly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Even if He Ming felt pain, he wouldn't admit it and just said "it's okay" and passed it off.

Qi Han couldn't help but sigh and asked, "What did you say to Xu Le?"

After thinking for a moment, He Ming replied solemnly, "I threatened him with violence to break up with you."

"What about the result? What did he say?"

"I don't know, he was beaten up by me and couldn't speak."

Qi Han was well aware of Xu Le's skills and knew that He Ming was exaggerating, but he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Next time, don't be so impulsive. You don't even think about your age, you're so foolish as to run and fight."

"What's going on?" He Ming raised his eyebrows, showing a rare smile. "Am I already an old man?"

Qi Han didn't answer, just looked at him quietly, reached out to stroke the bruise on his face, and his gaze was very gentle. With a movement in his heart, He Ming suddenly grabbed his wrist and touched it bit by bit along his fair arm. His eyes were blazing hot, as if a fire was burning straight to the bottom of a person's heart. Qi Han's body shook and he quickly understood his meaning, but this time he not only did not refuse, but also leaned forward and kissed the scar on the corner of He Ming's mouth. He Ming's breathing became chaotic in one breath, and he quickly embraced him, eagerly covering his lips. Both of them kissed deeply, their lips and teeth intertwined, lingering and reluctant to part.

Qi Han only gave a slight response, which aroused He Ming's emotions. He hugged him and bit and bit, his movements were both rough and aggressive, until the two hugged and shared the last bit of air before reluctantly retreating.

Qi Han is somewhat confused and infatuated.

He Ming gasped for breath, took out Qi Han's phone from his pocket, flipped through Xu Le's name in front of him, and without hesitation, pressed the delete button.

"Ah, wait a moment..." Qi Han was surprised and didn't have time to stop him. When he wanted to grab it back, He Ming had already thrown his phone far away.

"Mr. He," Qi Han felt a headache, "can you be a little more mature?"

He Ming's answer was to approach him and take a bite, with a cold expression on his face, still showing his haughty and indifferent demeanor. He just stared at him with a focused gaze and said in a deep voice, "Break up with him.".