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

Something is wrong with Jiang Que.

This is what Zhou Jin currently thinks.

When Zhou Jin went to play basketball, someone brought him some water, saying it was Jiang Que's order.

When Zhou Jin went to training, seven or eight pretty girls in short skirts stood next to him, holding banners to cheer him on. This was also Jiang Que's order.

Lunch, breakfast, afternoon tea and fruit snacks appear from time to time, all of which are the work of the same person.

This made his teammates extremely envious.

They also want pretty girls to cheer them on.

It is said that he is getting along well with rich second-generation people like Jiang Que now, and his good days are still to come.

Good day for ghosts.

Only Zhou Jin himself knew how embarrassing it would be to display these things in public.

He suspected that Jiang Que was here to mess with him.

Zhou Jin pulled up a banner and went to find Jiang Que.

Someone was washing his hands after using the restroom. Zhou Jin, whose face had turned blue with anger in the mirror, just smiled and said, "Don't you like it?"

"Do I look like you like it very much!?" Zhou Jin clenched his fist, wanting to punch someone in the pretty face.

Jiang Que shook off the water, took a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and finally threw the paper ball into the trash can. He turned his head and looked at him: "Do you dislike the banner, or do you simply dislike me as a person?"

"Is there a difference?"

He doesn't like either of them.

"Of course there is a difference." Jiang Que moved closer to him. His lips, which were bitten by Zhou Jin in the morning, were redder than other parts of his body.

Jiang Que stretched out his hand and pushed Zhou Jin, who kept retreating to avoid his touch, against the wall. He raised his hand to stop him from running away, and spoke in a deep and seductive voice.

"If you don't like what I gave you, you can tell me what you like. But if you simply don't like me, then there's nothing I can do. You can only adapt to it."

Zhou Jin felt weird being pressed against the wall by a man, and frowned: "Let go! I'm going to train."

Jiang Que didn't move. He supported himself on the wall with his hands and stayed very close to Zhou Jin. His dark eyes stared at Zhou Jin deeply, and even their breathing seemed to be intertwined.

The arrogant man looked at him, and a smile suddenly flashed through his deep eyes: "Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"It's been so long, and classmate Zhou didn't notice anything. Don't the looks in your eyes seem innocent?"

The strong and domineering aura is like an eagle hiding in the dark suddenly launching a fierce attack on the prey it has been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Que's eyes.

But it's more than just unclean.

Zhou Jin, who is also a man, had a bad feeling.

Before he could run, Jiang Que grabbed him and dragged him to the toilet cubicle nearby, then slammed the door shut.

The school toilet is so big, but there is no smell because it is cleaned regularly by an auntie and is fumigated with deodorant for 20 hours a day.

About in the middle, the wooden door was closed, and through the gap under the toilet one could see the shoes of two people getting closer and closer.

A low struggle and cursing sounded, and the pair of shoes sticking to the door were suddenly blocked by the fallen sweatpants.

Then the door began to shake, and the man's fierce tone gradually became incoherent.

...

Jiang Que tidied himself up and came out to wash his hands. Zhou Jin held the door panel and slowly moved his legs out.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Que leaned against the sink and pursed his lips and smiled softly: "I didn't really have sex with you, so you can't walk anymore?"

What will happen next?

Zhou Jin raised his leg and glared at him: "You have too much secretion, you can't hold it back and spend money to find someone else, what's the point of taking it out on my leg!!"

Damn it! !

It hurts! !

My skin feels rubbed off.

In this case, except that no goal was scored, what is the difference from the real thing!!

Jiang Que shrugged, looking innocent: "I didn't want to either, you came to me on your own."

"Then it's still my fault?" Zhou Jin was so angry that he wanted to spit fire.

Jiang Que smiled: "I didn't say that."

"..."

Is it okay to kill someone?

I want to apply here.

Zhou Jin took the broom reluctantly and went to the toilet to sweep the paper balls on the floor into the trash can.

Jiang Que leaned against the sink and looked at him, acting like a superior, with no intention of helping at all.

After Zhou Jin finished sweeping, he passed by Jiang Que with the broom and poked him viciously with the broom.

Jiang Que covered his stomach and hissed, "Mr. Zhou, you murdered your husband."

Zhou Jin: “…”

A husband who loves peat.

I like girls.

Thank you.