RUMOURS RUN WILD (Completed)

Chapter 17

"Lover?" Alan considered Mew and asked amazedly. "You're his lover?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Is there proof?"

"Junior, Junior," Gulf felt that his body was burning and his brain was swollen, falling onto the floor like his legs were made of jelly, so as to prevent himself from kneeling to Mew he quickly clung to Mew. "Why are you here? Bring me back quickly, I think I'm drunk."

"Ok."

Gulf was afraid of embarrassing himself so he was whispering into Mew's ear, it seemed to Alan that they were flirting quietly with each other, suddenly, as though he was possessed, he raised his brows.

?

"He told me he didn't have a boyfriend."

"He threw a tantrum and decided to go to a bar," Mew rebutted, nodding slightly towards Alan. "Sorry to have troubled you, here's wishing you a merry Christmas."

Mew lifted Gulf with a fireman's carry, as though he was about to dump Gulf into a grave and left.

"Junior, I'm feeling hot."

Gulf groggily entered the taxi, his head leaning onto Mew's shoulder and unconsciously removing his coat, Mew stroked his abnormally red cheeks, they were practically hot enough to cook eggs.

"Did you eat something?"

"No," Gulf also felt bizarre, he felt like the drinks he drank were not cocktails but pure spirits instead, burning throughout his entire body. "All I drank were 2 cocktails, they weren't too strong, only tasting like juice."

"Cocktails?"

"Yup."

Gulf felt nauseous, was this cab driver a retired F1 driver, there was very little traffic at this timing, so the old taxi was speeding along, as though "as long as he drove fast enough, sadness would never catch up". The wind, through the gap in the window, slapped Gulf's face, but this wind did not sober him up, instead, made him more nauseous, his belly churning, bile welling up his throat.

The taxi driver was clearly experienced, with one glance at Gulf he spoke coldly.

"200 dollars cleaning fee for vomiting in the taxi."

Hearing that he would have to pay 200 dollars, Gulf hurriedly swallowed, Mew massaged his back and gently told him.

"It's alright, we'll reach soon."

Gulf was afraid he would spew upon opening his mouth, he could only tighten his lips and nod, only to feel nauseous again, and so tried to distract himself.

All along Gulf had only drunk beer, after all he was a martial arts practitioner, also, he was of age, when at home during the holidays he would have some chicken feet and beer with his father after training, ten cans of beer had basically no effect on him, thus he was very confident in his drinking ability. However, he had only drank 2 cocktails tonight, were cocktails really so alcoholic? Gulf went through his memories, he ordered a watermelon daiquiri, played games on his phone, Alan appeared, treated him to an old-fashioned, after much reflection Gulf screamed silently, but was suddenly enlightened and thus cheered up.

Finally arriving at campus, Gulf felt as though he was floating, and had to be carried by Mew out of the taxi. Gulf still felt nauseous, but he could not hold back his shock and indigence.

"Junior," Gulf was solemn. "I know why I'm like this, it's because I-"

Gulf gagged, he quickly closed his mouth, this could not happen, he could not be one of those characters in novels who died halfway through their speech without exposing the murderer, he had to expose the truth! And the truth was, it was-