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

Jiang Que has no classes in the morning.

But Zhou Jin has a class at 10 o'clock.

Jiang Que, who had nothing to do, sat at the desk on the lower bunk, watching TV series while eating the duck neck that Zhou Jing had just bought.

After Zhou Jin finished washing and hanging the clothes, someone who was watching TV sat on the gaming chair with his back to him, holding his cup in his hand and staring at the TV without turning his head and said, "Wife, get me a glass of water."

Zhou Jin, who had not yet adapted to his new identity, wished he could hit him to death with a clothesline.

Get water?

I'll pick up your shit, do you want it?!

Zhou Jin cursed in his heart and ignored him.

Jiang Que shook the hand he stretched out.

Feeling that no one was taking the cup, I reluctantly looked away from the TV.

He turned around in his chair and looked at Zhou Jin, who was folding clothes with a sullen face, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

Jiang Queshen sighed, shook the cup towards him, and tilted his head away: "Hubby, take another cup, I'm thirsty."

Zhou Jin, who was folding clothes and didn't want to talk to anyone, said: "..."

"husband……"

"Honey?"

"Honey?"

"Student Zhou?"

"Boy friend?"

Jiang Que kept shouting, and although his voice was not loud, it sounded as annoying to Zhou Jin as Tang Seng chanting sutras.

Zhou Jin was so angry that he glared at him and threw down the clothes that had not been folded.

He angrily took the cup from Jiang Que's hand and ran to the water dispenser at the door to fill him with a cup of hot water.

"Here!!"

The water cup slammed heavily on Jiang Que's desk: "Drink more hot water."

Don't act like you have a mental illness every day.

Jiang Que looked at the smoking hot water and pursed his lips helplessly.

What a bad temper.

Then he raised his chin and pointed at the grapes he bought yesterday on Zhou Jin's desk: "I want to eat some fruit."

Zhou Jin swore a solemn oath.

Jiang Que was the most shameless person he had ever met.

However, I still don't have any self-awareness.

"Okay." Zhou Jin endured it and went to wash the young master.

"what……"

After washing, Jiang Que opened his mouth as if waiting to be fed.

Zhou Jin almost threw a bowl of grapes on his face.

Holding her breath, she fed the pills to Jiang Que one by one, filling them all up without waiting for him to chew.

It wasn't until he couldn't hold it in any longer and looked at someone's puffy face that Zhou Jin felt relieved.

Patting Jiang Que's shoulder, he smiled and said, "Is it delicious? Boyfriend."

Jiang Que puffed up his mouth. Since he couldn't chew, he had to wrap it with some paper and spit it out.

Holding Zhou Jin's hand that was patting her shoulder, the smile on her lips was even gentler than Zhou Jin's.

"Sweet."

After Jiang Que finished speaking, he pulled the person's hand with a little force.

Zhou Jin stumbled forward and fell onto the stairs of the wooden bunk bed in the school dormitory.

Jiang Que stood up from the chair, sat astride his legs, grabbed Zhou Jin's collar, and no expression could be seen on his dark and deep facial features.

Jiang Que leaned over to Zhou Jin's ear, stretched out his voice and smiled, praising him: "My boyfriend is so good to me, he even stuffed me full of grapes."

Zhou Jin: “…”

This sounds weird.

Is there something wrong with me or with you?

The beds in school are made of thick solid wood. The upper bunk is for resting and the lower bunk is for studying. In order to make it convenient for students to rest, even the ladder to climb into bed is made of wood. The width is enough for an adult to walk. The empty space under the stairs is made into a cabinet for students to store items.

Zhou Jin was thrown down and sat on the stairs next to Jiang Que's bed, his body leaning back unconsciously. Jiang Que sat on his legs, one hand hooked around his waist and the other hand to protect his head from hitting the stairs behind him.

Jiang Que didn't let the person go until he kissed her so hard that she had difficulty breathing.

Zhou Jin's eyes were red due to lack of oxygen, and his chest was heaving. Jiang Que raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb.

The voice that was hanging beside Zhou Jin's ear was terribly deep.

"Classmate Zhou, this weekend, do you want to come to my house to see the cat that can do backflips? It said it misses you very much."

Jiang Que spoke seriously. Zhou Jin was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red. He turned his head away and didn't dare to look into Jiang Que's eyes.

He pushed Jiang Que away and said, "I have to go to class."

He stood up in a panic, picked up the book with trembling hands, and without even looking at Jiang Que beside him, he hurried downstairs without looking around.

Until he ran to the stairwell, Zhou Jin held the book to his chest with both hands, turned his back and pressed his hot forehead against the cold wall.

The whole body exudes an unfavourable shyness and a throbbing feeling for someone.

Is he bent?

probably.