Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

"Well, we're here."

Zhou Jin's hands were still on the steering wheel, and his body still felt a little numb due to the extreme tension along the way.

Jiang Que glanced at him, his black and white eyes flickering with scattered light comparable to stars, and Zhou Jin's face was reflected in the slightly dim basement.

Jiang Que bent his tall body slightly, resting his elbows on the passenger door, and looked dimly at Zhou Jin, who was in the driver's seat and had not yet recovered.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

"It's so late, Zhou, do you want to go up and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up? I have a cat at home who can do backflips."

Anyone who has browsed the Internet knows what a cat that can do backflips means.

"No need." Zhou Jin's face darkened. After he recovered, he opened the door and got out of the car.

Jiang Que sighed in regret.

But thirty minutes later.

Zhou Jin went upstairs to drink tea.

As he walked out of the community, it started to rain outside, and Zhou Jin's clothes were half wet.

This place is not a commercial area, and it is dozens of kilometers away from the school. It is late at night, so Zhou Jin can't get a taxi at all.

Jiang Que stood upstairs, looking across the balcony at Zhou Jin who was hiding everywhere because of the rain downstairs in the community. The thick smile in his eyes faded away, and he couldn't help but call him and asked him to come up.

then……

Zhou Jin is here.

Jiang Que went to the closet to find him a set of pajamas and pointed to the bathroom he had just used.

For some reason, Zhou Jin's heart was beating faster.

Jiang Que held his clothes in his hands and watched him walk into the living room with his legs crossed, wearing slippers as if nothing had happened, and watch TV.

Zhou Jin tightened his fingers.

My hair and clothes, which were wet from the rain, felt exceptionally cold.

Zhou Jin thought that his relationship with Jiang Que was not good, and could even be described as terrible.

So he would never have thought that he would come to Jiang Que's house, use his bathroom, wear his clothes, and even smell like the same shower gel.

After Zhou Jin finished taking a shower, Jiang Que was still watching TV on the sofa.

Zhou Jin glanced at it, it was still a large-scale urban love drama.

The male protagonist and his ex-boyfriend appeared in the hospital together. They hugged each other and were misunderstood by the female protagonist. Then the female protagonist was disappointed and wanted to break up.

The male and female protagonists look like they have no mouths, which makes people feel heartbroken.

Seeing the two people breaking up in the heavy rain, Zhou Jin's face was tightly wrinkled, and he wanted to jump in to help them explain.

His eyes turned and Jiang Que crossed his legs and watched with great interest.

Zhou Jin was speechless.

"Jiang Que." Zhou Jin called out to him with a sour face.

"Huh?" Someone stared at the TV without even turning his head.

Zhou Jin raised his hand and rubbed his hair, which was still dripping with water after washing it, with a towel: "Where is the hair dryer? Let me blow dry my hair."

Jiang Que stared at the TV: "It's the second cabinet on the left under the sink in the bathroom."

After saying that, he waved his hand and let him find it himself.

Zhou Jin: “…”

Zhou Jin came out after blow-drying his hair. Jiang Que was still watching TV, as if he was not going to bed until he finished watching it.

Now it has reached the stage where the hero and heroine regret their breakup, but are too embarrassed to get back together.

"Jiang Que." Zhou Jin stood behind the sofa and shouted again: "Where should I sleep?"

Jiang Que raised his hand and pointed to a room at random.

Zhou Jin was too lazy to pay attention to him and it was better not to say anything.

It was not until midnight that Zhou Jin began to dream again in a daze.

The bed beside him collapsed, a scent of peach-scented bath fragrance came in, and he was pulled into a warm embrace.

Thin, cool lips pried him open, and the man's hands kept wandering over his body, before finally clamping his legs together to hold something, and then shooting at him.

He had this kind of dream every day in the past few days. The reality was so real that Zhou Jin couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He opened his eyes dazedly and saw a familiar face. Zhou Jin thought it was just a dream. He put his arm around his shoulders and gently called out, "Jiang Que."

In the silence of the night, I could hear a man's low, seductive laugh.

As the sound echoed faintly, it was like newly brewed fruit wine, the taste was not strong, but every sip exuded a strong sweet aftertaste.