章 75: Chapter 75: You have to Kiss Me Every Day before Sleeping
Yu Qinghuan took the fastest bath in his life. When he climbed into bed, he was still wet with water. Huo Qu did not mind such a damp. He turned over and held Qinghuan directly into his arms.
Having been slept with Huo Qu in this posture for a long time, Yu Qinghuan had already been used to it. He lowered the air conditioning temperature a little, reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, and went into Huo Qu's familiar arms.
It was already summer, the hottest time of the year. Even if the cool air was blowing over the head, the two men with young blood still felt pretty hot sticking together.
Sweat swooned out on Yu Qinghuan's forehead. He endured the heat for a while, thinking Huo Qu might have fallen asleep. Then, he tried to move out extra gingerly. Once he moved, he only found that Huo Qu's arms holding him even tighter.
"You are still awake?" Yu Qinghuan raised his head and looked at Huo Qu in astonishment in the dark. He stretched out his hand to touch Huo Qu's face tenderly. Indeed, Huo Qu's eyes were open. "Didn't you say you were sleepy?"
"I cannot fall asleep." Huo Qu rubbed Qinghuan's hand and said with grievance, "I feel uncomfortable…"
"Hmm?" Yu Qinghuan lost his head in the heat. He touched Huo Qu's lower part when he heard the word 'uncomfortable' but did not sense any reaction. When he was about to speak, Huo Qu grabbed his hand.
"Qinghuan, you want me?" His tone was filled with joy and disbelief. This was Qinghuan's first initiative to ask for it.
"No, no!" Yu Qinghuan hurriedly explained, wanting to slap himself in his heart. Clearly Huo Qu felt uncomfortable because he missed his usual sleeping time. How did he brain parse Huo Qu's words into that kind of thing?!
"I really need to buy some walnuts and gingko tomorrow to nourish my brain," thought Yu Qinghuan.
"Well…you know…I took it the wrong say…." Yu Qinghuan crouched guiltily and patted Huo Qu on the back in a soothing way, "Time to sleep. It's really late."
Took it the wrong way? In the darkness, Huo Qu's puzzled eyes fell on Yu Qinghuan's head.
"How could you understand it wrong? I have made it so crystal clear," thought Huo Qu.
He tried to analyze the meaning of Yu Qinghuan's words. And his eyes suddenly lit up after he changed his way of thinking.
"Qinghuan," He was overjoyed and kissed on Yu Qinghuan's head. His right hand went in along the hem of Yu Qinghuan's clothes and lingered on his thin and soft waist, "Don't be shy."
Yu Qinghuan, "???"
Why should he be shy? What was Huo Qu thinking?
The itchy feeling from the waist let Qinghuan's whole figure feel numb. It was only with great difficulty that he held back Huo Qu's restless hand. He gasped, "Don't touch me! Can't you just let me sleep? Don't overthink things. Do I need to pretend to be shy before you?"
"I know," Huo Qu suddenly rolled over and pressed Qinghuan down his body, rolling his shirt to the top, licking and biting his collarbone. His voice was blurred, "You always act like this…"
"Act like what?" Yu Qinghuan did not know where his brain had gone. He grabbed Huo Qu by the shoulder and wanted to push him away, but his body quivered with a jerk and he could not help humming.
"Don't, not there…"
"No…right here…" Huo Qu reached a hand into Qinghuan's pants, breathing heavily and his heart beating like a drum. He felt that he finally understood what Qinghuan meant by saying 'no' to him every time.
"Clearly you want it, but you say no. Clearly you feel comfortable, but you let me stop."
"No…" Yu Qinghuan got head over heels by Huo Qu. He looked up and gasped to explain, "Stop, stop your hypothetical theory!" After grabbing the sheets under him, he finally found a trace of mind. "But you had no reaction just now, did you?"
How did this guy suddenly become so turned on? He was… a total animal!
"Yes," Huo Qu stiffened his body and hit Qinghuan, proving himself with his 'gun', "I will have a reaction whenever I see you."
Huo Qu paused and stopped the movements of his hands when Yu Qinghuan felt impatient and instinctively erected his waist. He bent and kissed Qinghuan on his mouth corner flatteringly, "Qinghuan, give me a hand…"
Yu Qinghuan did not immediately agree. After a moment of silence, he firmly spat out the two words, "Just this once".
Huo Qu's expression was reluctant. He hesitated for a few seconds, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch Yu Qinghuan's lips cautiously and tentatively.
Yu Qinghuan immediately understood what he meant and he was so angry but laughed at the last. He gave Huo Qu a push and said, "Huo Qu, do you want me to kiss you every day before you sleep?"
Zhao Qingyuan's Indian Divine Oil really made him suffer…
Huo Qu paused and then blushed to reveal the little dimple on his cheek, "Of course I want it if you like."
Yu Qinghuan, "…"
Yu Qinghuan, who was forced to brush his teeth several times a night, yawned the next morning when he went to the national television station. Yu Xin wanted to ask why, but he just shut his mouth when he looked at the upright Huo Qu sitting next to him.
He thought it was better not to delve into the real reason why Qinghuan was so sleepy.
The national television station acted very quickly. They communicated with Qinghuan and other ambassadors on the first day, and on the second day, all of them who had received the invitation was called to attend the award ceremony.
The ceremony continued the usual serious style of the television. There was even delivery of certificates of merit. Before officially entering the stage, the stylist even deliberately made Yu Qinghuan's hairstyle more formal.
That night, Yu Qinghuan appeared on the news broadcast. Among a group of old artists with wrinkled faces, his handsome face was especially prominent.
Although there were few people watching news in front of the TV now, the official media in almost all countries had forwarded the news on Weibo. Soon, Yu Qinghuan becoming the new overseas cultural ambassador spread all over the network.
[Wow, Qinghuan, congratulations! He had such achievements no more than a year since his debut. As his 'mother-aged' fan, I'm so proud!]
[Hahahaha, the event was serious, but I feel so funny? Don't you think this photo is like a fine-looking chick strayed into a flock of venerable old hens?]
[Hahaha! Venerable old hens? What the hell are you talking about?]
[Well, it's must be a shady deal. Yu Qinghuan with national television? It's obvious that there is a sugar daddy behind him.]
[Are you stupid? Which sugar daddy can put Yu Qinghuan on the news broadcast? If it is true, I will make one request: introduce him to me!]
…
Yu Qinghuan did not know the undercurrent on the Internet was surging. He was surrounded by a group of people at that moment and could not extricate himself at all.
"The young man is really handsome," an old artist looked at him smilingly, "I heard Xiao Feng's ring has been found by you, thank you so much, otherwise, she would still live in suffering."
"It's nothing," Yu Qinghuan smiled shyly. "In fact, it's just a coincidence. I feel very lucky to be able to help Mr. Cen."
"You're just being modest," the old artist waved his hand and suddenly snickered, "I heard you're a lucky boy, nicknamed koi? My daughter is a big fan of yours. She nagged at home every day to post your photos for good luck."
He took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it to Yu Qinghuan. "Knowing that I will see you today, she specially requested me to ask you for a signature."
Yu Qinghuan didn't expect these old artists, who usually scold the new generation of actors with a straight face, to make such a down-to-earth request. He paused for a moment before accepting the notebook respectfully.
"Thanks for her love and support," he said as he wrote, "I am really lucky to have so many good fans."
The words obviously pleased the old artist. His smile deepened. Just as he was about to speak, a group of people suddenly gathered around him, looking at Yu Qinghuan like watching a rare animal.
"This is the young man with special aura mentioned by the old chap Wang Zhensheng? He is really good."
"Oh, Liu asks for his signature. He is still star-struck at this age?"
"No, no, I heard Qinghuan's luck is particularly good, maybe he wants to get some from him? Oh my, please sign one for me!"
"Really? I also want his signature."
Those old men engaged in art really kept up with the trend even if they were getting old. They acted like young people, asking Yu Qinghuan for his signature one by one.
Seeing this scene, the director of the award ceremony immediately dragged the photographer over, asked him to take a few photos, and then posted them on his Weibo.
"I heard the koi could bring good luck? [Photo] [Photo]"
The nature of national television's program didn't bring much joy and fun to such a serious event. Therefore, the attention it usually drew among young people was little. This year, thanks to Yu Qinghuan, there were so many people who paid attention and forwarded their news.
The director almost lost his hair under great pressure. He couldn't think of a way to achieve both ends. So he found Yu Qinghuan to increase the discussion of the event.
Facts had proved that his decision was completely correct. As soon as the Weibo was posted, it was frantically forwarded by netizens.
[Oh, my god! Qinghuan is loved by all groups!]
[Shit! Isn't that Liu Heng in the front? Mr. Liu Heng, who won the Lifelong Artistic Achievement Award! He would have asked Yu Qinghuan for an autograph!]
[Not only Liu Heng but so many big shots… Yu Qinghuan is really a magical man…]
[No, Qinghuan is not a man, he is a human koi…]
…
As the contrast manifested from the event was so great and incredible that on many forums, the discussion lasted for a long time that day. Yu Qinghuan's fame soared through the event and almost reached the point where everyone in this country knew him.
Yu Xin was so happy and even hummed a song as he walked, busy choosing scripts and endorsements for Yu Qinghuan and even forgetting his own birthday.
When Yu Qinghuan's birthday gift was presented in front of his face, he was stunned instantly.
"What is this?" He took the gift box in a daze, opened it, and the gift immediately surprised his eyes. "SLR and lens? Fuck! With both the micro-focus and long-focus lens?! Qinghuan, why did you suddenly buy me those things?"
Yu Qinghuan laughed, "Your birthday present. Happy birthday, ge."
Yu Xin liked photography and coveted all kinds of SLRs and lenses. But… There was a popular saying in the photography circle: SLR fanatics would be poor for three generations, and photography enthusiasts would ruin his/her lifetime.
He struggled for two lives. Until his salary rose recently, Yu Xin finally began to make money, not to mention investing in hobbies.
Yu Qinghuan had always wanted to thank Yu Xin, but he didn't know how to express it. So he took this opportunity to give him something he really fancied.
In other people's eyes, Yu Xin may not be professional enough, even holding Qinghuan back. But in his eyes, Yu Xin was the only agent in the world who would care for him and take care of him wholeheartedly.
There were many gold agents in this world, but Yu Xin was the only one.
"I, I have forgotten it myself, while you still remember?" Yu Xin hugged the gift tightly for a long time, and his eyes were reddish.
The most right thing he did in this life was to give Yu Qinghuan a hand when the latter was in his most difficult times.
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