On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

"Hmm..." Juemin opened his eyes in a daze, only to be dazed by the bright lights above his head.Pushing himself up and trying to sit up, a hand stretched out to stop him, and pushed him back firmly.

This hand is unbelievably beautiful, and there is a half-moon diamond ring on the ring finger.

He knew it, it was Ding Zhiwei's ring.Because he gave it to Ding Zhiwei.Although it was inexplicable for men to give each other rings, even though it was his strong request, Ding Zhiwei still obeyed his words and obediently wore them for five years until he crossed over.

Yes, time travel... I have time travel by myself, so now, are you going back?

Juemin's chest was suffocated, he couldn't help but grab the hand, and pulled him into his arms heavily.

"Juemin, what are you doing? What's wrong?" Ding Zhiwei wanted to break free, but Juemin's force was too strong, and when he was about to break away, he was pressed back by a hand on his neck.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while, just for a while." Finally, he touched the person he was attracted to again.Juemin took a deep breath, did he come back after going around?

"I thought I'd never see you again."

Ding Zhiwei scolded: "What nonsense! Are you cursing me to death!"

"Ha..." Juemin laughed out loud when he heard the words, and took a deep breath with his head buried in Ding Zhiwei's neck, his nostrils filled with the familiar smell of rose laundry detergent: "Don't leave me."

"Until...until you marry.... Please."

Ding Zhiwei suddenly felt that his shoulders were wet, he hesitated for a while, and said, "Amin, are you crying?"

"That's your sweat, don't move, I'm very tired, please let me lean on for a while."

If you are tired, take a good rest!It's true, but it's actually lying on the bed and pressing Ding Zhiwei on himself, but what he said is grandiose.

The poor little sheep Ding Zhiwei stupidly maintained this exhausted posture.Holding on to my back almost broke my old waist.

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Ding Zhiwei saw that he really couldn't wake up the sleeping man, so he took a towel-like object and wrapped it around his lower body, picked him up and walked to the room.

To be honest, Luo Jichen's physical fitness is dozens of times better than his original one. An adult man like the hero can be hugged casually, not only that, but he can also hold it high.

Send him back to the male lead's room and put him on the bed and cover him with a quilt. Oh my god, Ding Zhiwei will be moved to tears by himself, how can there be such a good person.Just moved for a while and was about to walk away without mercy, but the male lead grabbed his right hand.

"!!!" The boss won't wake up, will he? ?Ding Zhiwei felt chills down his spine, he mechanically turned his head to look at the male protagonist, his eyes were closed and he was sleeping obediently.

Who knew that the hero was muttering something in his mouth, the voice was very low, but the strength in his hand was not weak, he pulled Ding Zhiwei directly into his arms.

"Woc!!!!!!" Ding Zhiwei pulled himself up and was about to run, not caring about elegance anymore, he was crazy!How can someone sleep like a drunk maniac!

But just when it was propped up, it was pushed down again, and the two bodies became even tighter.The male protagonist's hand stretched out to his neck without knowing what was going on, and pressed his head to his shoulder forcefully as if he was going to smash it to the bottom. The posture at this time was like a lover embracing, ambiguous Incomparable.

Then Ding Zhiwei heard the male lead repeating the words "don't move", "hold for a while", "I'm tired" over and over again.

"What the hell..." Ding Zhiwei was so angry that he vomited blood.