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

The apartment was not big and there was no extra space for Brian's coffin.

He threw away the sofa and coffee table in the house, and also spent Jiang Que tens of thousands of dollars to buy a sunken wood coffin.

In his words, Jiang Que was his first embrace, he was the master, so what was wrong with spending his money to buy things? Even the person was his.

Although this coffin is not as good as the previous ones, it is still usable for sleeping. After all, sleeping in human beds is not safe.

He used to be able to sleep for three or four days at a time, but now he wakes up at night and is severely sleep deprived.

Jiang Que felt that what Brian said made sense.

But it doesn't stop him from beating people up.

The apartment is rented and the furniture belongs to the landlord. If you lose the sofa and coffee table, I will pay for it!

A waste of money!!

When my money comes in big wind.

After being beaten, Brian turned into a little bat and hung on the ceiling aggrievedly, and refused to come down no matter how Jiang Que called him.

He buried his head in a small corner of the ceiling and wrapped his head with his big black wings, looking like he was impossible to coax.

Brian became smaller and shrunk into a small black ball hanging on the ceiling. Jiang Que couldn't reach him, so he happened to find the clothesline in the corner.

Jiang Que held the clothesline and poked Brian's wings. Brian held his head in annoyance and moved inside.

Jiang Que poked again.

Brian moved again.

Moving to the corner where he couldn't find anywhere else, Brian put down his wings, exposed his head and bared his teeth at Jiang Que. His red eyes looked quite fierce.

Jiang Que was a little afraid of being bitten, after all, it was not easy to get an injection. After thinking about it, he decided to just ignore it, since he wouldn’t die anyway.

This guy took all the quilts on Jiang Que's bed to pad the coffin. He slept quite warmly and didn't care about the life or death of this short-lived human at all.

Fortunately, the weather is hot now, so the quilt doesn’t need to be too thick. Jiang Que turned on the air conditioner and took another thin quilt.

In the middle of the night, Brian couldn't hang on any longer.

Jiang Que was lying on the bed when he suddenly felt a piece of the bed beside him collapse.

Maybe it was because the air conditioner had been on for too long, Brian's cool breath rested on the back of Jiang Que's neck. He lifted the quilt and crawled in, putting his hands on Jiang Que's waist. The big man hugged him tightly from behind, and his cheek kept rubbing against Jiang Que's back.

Jiang Que opened his eyes.

The change in his breathing made Brian even more aggressive.

Jiang Que grabbed his hand that lifted up his clothes, turned over, pinched Brian's chin, leaned over and kissed him.

In the darkness, Brian had a smile in his eyes. He raised his hands to hold Jiang Que's face and responded warmly, letting him take his hands off and undress him.

Until the man got into the quilt and swallowed twice, and then kissed all the way to the neck, the man whispered: "It will be rainy tomorrow without sunshine. Do you want to accompany me to look at the house?"

Brian put his arms around his shoulders, puzzled: "Why are you looking at the house? Isn't this place good?"

"We rented it." Jiang Que put his hand on Brian's chest: "We are different from you. Coffins are used to prepare for the funeral of family members. It is unlucky. Many people will be scared when they see it. The house belongs to someone else. It is not good to put this in someone else's house."

"Coffins are for the dead?" Brian looked as if he understood everything, holding Jiang Que's head. "No wonder the boss looked at me strangely that day when I said I was sleeping with him. He didn't dare to speak loudly to me. It turned out that he thought I was going to die."

Thinking of something, Brian's face darkened: "So you beat me up because you think I'm unlucky?"

Jiang Que: “…”

Ah this...

There are many reasons why I beat you up. Which one do you want to hear?

In the end, Brian didn't listen to any of his reasons. Jiang Que gestured for him to open the bedside cabinet and take out the things inside.

Darkness was nothing to Brian. He glanced at the thing in his hand and handed it to Jiang Que curiously: "Why is it different from what I used last night?"

Jiang Que opened the lid and squeezed it into his palm: "It was used as an emergency measure last night."

Feeling a little cold, Brian frowned, then laughed: "So, you were ready to mess with me early in the morning, and you pretended to be uninterested in me all day long."

"Not interested?" Jiang Que looked up at him and raised his eyebrows: "Am I pretending?"

Brian's breathing slowed down, and his nails dug into Jiang Que's shoulders.

There was no further conversation and they just focused on their own things.

At least, they both thought that the other was no longer angry.