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This was probably the scariest moment of my life.

Fragmented memories rushed into my mind from time to time, I slowly lifted the quilt and took a look inside.

The eyes were blue and purple, which showed the fierce fighting last night.

I frantically pulled back my numb arm, that man... I don't know if it's a boy or a man, he only looks around twenty, like a fledgling college student.

Just call him a male college student.

The male college student smashed his head into the pillow because I pulled his arm away.

His frown deepened.

I found my crumpled clothes on the ground in fear and put them on, as if these clothes could bring me a complete sense of security.

I rushed out while fastening my belt, trying to escape from here.

But... the moment I opened the door, the mess I saw after I lifted the quilt flashed before my eyes.

With a "click", the belt was fixed, I let go of the doorknob, and turned to look at the male college student.

The sun shines on the white and delicate skin on his shoulders, where there is a light blue that I dyed hard.

Like an innocent work of art.

I sat by the door with my head in my arms, feeling like a homeless dumb dog.

"Geng Jiayou, you bastard...you bastard...you drink some doggy wine at night..."

How old is he... an adult?Last night I pretty much vented...was he hurt?

Self-blame and guilt finally overcame the fear of the unknown. I clicked on the delivery software of the pharmacy, ordered some medicines, and added ten yuan for the delivery fee, so that they could deliver them as soon as possible.

After placing the order, I stood up leaning on the wall, walked to the bed, and took the courage to lift the quilt.

Sure enough... very miserable.

Fortunately, he didn't leave.

Due to limited conditions, I could only use boiling water to sterilize the towels and washbasins in the hotel, carry the male college student to the clean side, and wipe the filth off his body carefully from top to bottom.

The filth I left on his white skin.

When I sat on the head of the bed and wiped his shoulders, he suddenly rubbed against my leg again.

He seems to enjoy the action.

The temperature of the air conditioner was adjusted to [-] degrees, and the feeling of warm water rubbing on his body seemed to make him very comfortable, and even his brows relaxed.As soon as I looked up, the two of us were reflected in the mirror. He leaned next to my lap, and at first glance he had the warmth of a lover.

It's ridiculous, I have been with Zhang Qian for so long, and I have never experienced even a minute of feeling, but I saw it in a stranger.

Maybe this is the sequelae of skin-to-skin contact.

Ten minutes later, the medicine was delivered, and I applied the medicine to him. When I tried to put on his clothes, I found that I had torn his clothes.

I was distressed and patted myself again:

Geng Jiayou, you are a Qin beast.

I had no choice but to run downstairs, find a store at random, and bought two sportswear with soft fabrics.Passing by the breakfast shop, he brought him a bowl of porridge.

After shopping, I went upstairs, opened the door, and met his eyes.

His eyes were amber and bright.

I closed the door in a panic, and I didn't know how to speak, so I could only put my clothes on the bedside table with a stiff neck: "Uh...I..."

"I thought you were gone." He startled me by speaking suddenly.

His voice is nice, crisp and delicate between an adult male and a boy.

"I... I see that you can't wear your clothes anymore. Go... go downstairs and buy some clothes." I stammered a little, not daring to look at him.

When he saw the porridge in my hand, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey! Is this for food! Is it for me!"

"Ah...yes...I'm afraid you'll be hungry..." I hesitated to pass the porridge to him, and then remembered that it was inconvenient for him to eat like this, so I unpacked it for him, put a paper towel on the bottom of the bowl to insulate it, and then put it on the porridge. The good spoon was handed to him again: "Be careful, hold this with a paper towel, or it will burn your hands."

After serving the porridge, he began to drink it in small sips. I saw that he was satisfied, and I don't know why he felt better.

"Here you are." After eating the porridge, he handed me the paper box, and I took it and threw it into the trash can. Turning around, he picked up the clothes in the bag again.

"Sorry, because I don't know your size, I bought it casually..."

"It's okay." He didn't care: "It's fine if you can wear it."

He wanted to get up and put on his clothes, but he fell back on the bed with a grin: "Ah... it hurts!"

I ran over nervously: "Be careful, your back is injured..."

He held the little chrysanthemum in pain and burst into tears: "Ah...does it hurt so much..."

He looked a little cute like this, and I couldn't help comforting him in a soft voice: "It's okay, I checked, you don't have a fever, and the degree of tearing is also very mild. If you take the medicine in time, you will be fine in two days."

"Okay..." He pouted his mouth aggrievedly, and slowly put on his clothes.

He is tall and has long legs. Although he is thin, he has a thin layer of muscles that look good with or without clothes.

…Sorry, I have no other meaning, just talking from an aesthetic point of view.

I found scissors from the toolbox by the bed, walked behind him, and planned to cut the sign behind him for him.

He suddenly said, "I won't ask you anything."

My hand stopped in mid-air.

"I didn't intend to make you responsible for what you wished for." He said indifferently all over his face, "I helped you to the hotel. Although you pulled my clothes first, I didn't refuse... "

He glanced at me and said softly: "I was in a bad mood last night, so I vented to each other, that's all. You don't have to put too much pressure on it."

I cut the sign with a "click", but I don't know why I don't have much strength in my hand, so I just watched the sign fall to the ground.

I said, "I'm married."

He turned his head and looked at me in disbelief: "What did you say?"

My throat was dry, and I felt a bit depressed: "I said I... was married."

"You, you, you!!" He wanted to hit me angrily: "That area is a single area, why are you still drinking there when you're married!"

"Sorry...it's my first time going, I don't know the rules."

He was obviously very angry: "I actually... for the first time in my life... I was forced to be a mistress!? You..."

When he was angry, he touched the wound on the back, and grinned his teeth in pain. I saw him frantic, and I didn't know why, so he covered his head with lard...

I couldn't help laughing.

He was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

I said, "You're cute."

He was angry: "cute? Are you worthy of your lover when you praise me so much?"

My smile froze at the corner of my mouth.

Am I sorry Zhang Qian?

What am I doing now, what are he and Wu Chunxian?

I lowered my head and said, "Sorry."

"I'll go first." He was obviously angry, opened the pillow to find his mobile phone, and left without looking back.

Also, who wants to hang out with a decadent married scumbag.

I sat in the room for a while, Tong Wu called me and asked me what's wrong, why I haven't come to work yet, I checked my phone, only to find that it was already 09:30.

I went downstairs to pay for the room, and the lady at the front desk told me that the room had already been paid.

I remember that the boy was wearing an ordinary street stall T-shirt, which cost only twenty or thirty yuan, but although this hotel is not considered top-notch, it still costs around two hundred yuan a night.

For him, it may have been an extremely bad night.

I went to work, and was scolded bloody by the supervisor without any surprise. Only after I came out did I find out that there was a meeting of the board of directors today. I'm not here.

There were only a few people in our team, but now the attendance rate dropped. The supervisor was very optimistic about the team leader, and he couldn't bear to scold him, so he could only scold me.

I went to work in a daze, held meetings, and changed plans...their bosses had a meeting, and then our department also had a meeting.At the departmental meeting, the leader praised the new plan made by the supervisor and the team leader. I glanced at it sleepily, 90.00% of my content was used, and they changed the layout for the remaining [-]%.

But in the scheme design, my name was put at the end.

I'm used to it.

The same is true of work and life. From childhood to adulthood, I have been making compromises and muddling along.

I pray for peace and tranquility so humblely, but even such a simple idea cannot be realized.

After the departmental meeting, I was squeezed among my colleagues and pushed back to my workstation, but when I got to the door, a boy with a face full of arrogance was standing in the corridor of the department, blocking the way ahead.

He asked, "Who is Geng Jiayou?"

I was startled and woke up from my stupor. The leaders and supervisors all looked at me, and my colleagues moved out of the way to make room for me.

The boy looked like he was in his early twenties, he looked a bit like Zhang Qian, but he was more ostentatious.

But not as pretty as the boy last night.

That is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, unfortunately, I am sorry for him.

"My name is Nan Ke." He stepped forward and asked me, "Are you Geng Jiayou?"

I said yes.

He sneered: "Let me introduce myself, I am Wu Chunxian's incumbent."

He threw a stack of heavy photos on my face, the sharp square corners scratched my jaw, and blood rolled down.

I looked at the drops of blood slowly falling, and heard him say disdainfully: "Take care of your wife Zhang Qian, and keep him away from my boyfriend. Married people, why don't you know how to behave?"

The photo fell from the sky to the ground, Zhang Qian looked at Wu Chunxian with a sweet smile.

It's a smile that never smiles at me.

My eyes slid over Nan Ke's domineering face, and fell on the colleagues with different expressions around me.

It’s over.

Everything, can't hide it.

Regarding the fact that Geng Jiayou had a worse life than they imagined.