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Jiang Xingxing shrank his head and listened to the crackling noises, but the expected smashing did not appear.

The moment the things in the cabinet fell, he was tightly wrapped in a wide embrace, and none of the things that fell fell on Zhou Xie.

The accident came and went quickly, and the whole bathroom quickly quieted down.Jiang Xingxing opened his eyes and found that he had buried his face in Zhou Xie's chest just now. He might have been a little anxious when he rushed in. Most of the bathrobe on his chest was spread out, and half of Jiang Xingxing's face was just sticking to his chest muscles. superior.

Jiang Xingxing: "..."

Embarrassment fucking opens the door for embarrassment, embarrassment is home.

Fortunately, Zhou Xie didn't feel offended. He let go of Jiang Xingxing, rubbed the back of his head, lifted his chin, and looked at his face carefully: "Didn't you hit him? Are you scared?"

Jiang Xingxing moved his chin out of his hand, and hummed like a mosquito, "It's okay."

Zhou Xie smiled, looked at the mess with his hips crossed, and considered whether to use his Jin Gui's hand to clean it up himself, or call Aunt Qin up.

Before he could think it over, Jiang Xingxing had already squatted down and tidied up bit by bit.

Zhou Xie saw that Jiang Xingxing had started, so he rolled up his sleeves to clean up together, but Jiang Xingxing stopped him as soon as he squatted down: "Boss, if you feel uncomfortable, stop squatting, turn around and squeeze your stomach."

Zhou Xie readily agreed: "Alright, then pack them up and hand them to me, and I'll put them in the cabinet."

Jiang Xingxing squatted on the ground, silently cleaning up the mess, Zhou Xie leaned against the wall with his chest folded, his eyes fell on him, and he said leisurely: "Are you always so considerate to everyone?"

Jiang Xingxing kept his hands on and said indifferently, "I'm used to it."

Before the demolition, his parents were busy and hard at work. Jiang Xingxing was very sensible since he was a child, with first-class living skills, and he was determined not to cause any trouble for them;

In short, for the first 25 years of Jiang Xingxing, except when he was too young to take care of himself, he was always in a state of "improper trouble" and "taking care of others", thinking about others first, and then thinking about himself.

Zhou Xie looked at him, sour for no reason, raised her eyebrows, and tried to find out: "Then you and your girlfriend must have a good relationship."

Jiang Xingxing stopped picking up things.

Zhou Xie took in all his movements, and when he was about to say something, Jiang Xingxing said, "No."

Zhou Xie: "Huh?"

Jiang Xingxing lowered his eyelids and lowered his voice half a minute: "I haven't talked about it."

Zhou Xie's back straightened unconsciously as he leaned against the wall: "Why?" He asked.

Jiang Xingxing didn't rush to answer, he put together the last things and handed them to him one by one: "Maybe... I didn't find the right one."

This not-so-pleasant conversation reminded him of the rejection he had last time, and he couldn't help but feel a little choked up.

Zhou Xie took the bottles and cans he handed over and easily put them in the highest cabinet.Jiang Xingxing raised his head by chance, glanced at it for a few times, then lowered his head in disappointment, and repeated a few words in his head: "I treat you as a sister, but you actually want to pick on me", "We two will be treated as lesbians if we go out." "...

In the past, he only felt that these words hurt people, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.But looking at Zhou Xie now, and comparing himself to himself, Jiang Xingxing felt a deep sense of inferiority, thinking that if he was a girl, he would definitely not like himself like this.

Zhou Xie put away the last thing in his hand. Seeing that Jiang Xingxing hadn't stood up yet, he looked down and saw him squatting on the ground in a daze, so he swiped his hand and helped him up from the ground: "What's the matter, why are you so dazed?" ?”

Jiang Xingxing shook his numb legs, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, pursed his lips, and shook his head.

Zhou Xie tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then stretched out her hand and rubbed his hair: "Then take a shower and sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow morning."

Jiang Xingxing snorted, and subconsciously asked him: "Boss, are you still going to work tomorrow?"

He thought, Zhou Xie is the boss, and the boss does not deduct wages when he asks for leave.Besides, they are all so sick, so asking for sick leave is nothing.

From the day Zhou Xie went to work, he hadn't seen Zhou Xie take a break, and even stayed in the company to work overtime on weekends, a complete workaholic.

But no matter how hard you work, there must be a limit. Jiang Xingxing thinks the old saying is very reasonable-the body is the capital of revolution.Humans are not machines, and they should rest when they should rest. This is the principle of serious life.

Who knew that Zhou Xie said nonchalantly, "What is this?"

During his previous internship, he suffered from appendicitis, and even tried to hold a meeting while hanging water.To him, this little pain and ailment are not even considered minor injuries, so how could he get off the line of fire so easily.

Although he didn't take it seriously, it warmed his heart that someone cared about it.He folded his hands on his chest, lowered his head slightly, and asked Jiang Xingxing with a smile: "Why, do you love me?"

Jiang Xingxing said truthfully: "A little bit."

In his opinion, the boss in front of him belongs to the kind of "other people's child", who has a higher starting point than you, is more talented than you, and even works harder than you.

It's the same old saying - people are really... different.

Zhou Xie walked away with a smirk, and promised him before closing the door: "I will definitely knock on the door before I come in next time."

Jiang Xingxing simply took a shower and changed into the new pajamas that Zhou Xie had prepared for him.

Zhou Xie's pajamas fit well, but they became loose on his body, dragging the floor when he walked, and he had to roll up his sleeves and trousers several times to walk normally.

Zhou Xie was sitting on the bedside, holding a book in his hand and reading.Seeing him coming out, her eyes swept up and down on him, and the corners of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Xingxing looked at Zhou Xie, and then at his pajamas, only to realize belatedly that the pajamas on both of them were the same except for the color, style and material. No matter how they looked, they looked like... couples.

"Come here." Zhou Xie patted the empty space beside him, and Jiang Xingxing saw that there was a new pillow there at some point.

He was a little nervous for no reason, and always felt that something was weird, hesitating: "Boss, why don't I go to the living room..."

"No." Zhou Xie interrupted him without thinking, and asked, "If I get hurt again at night and tell you that you shouldn't, what should I do?"

Jiang Xingxing thought for a while, then obediently walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Zhou Xie flipped through the book for a while, her eyes fixed on the black squares on the paper, but her mind was not on them at all. From time to time, she glanced at Jiang Xingxing who was lying upright beside her, and her mind was already in a state of uncertainty. How can I read half a word.

Finally, Zhou Xie closed the tome with a snap, slid into the bed along the head of the bed, and casually asked Jiang Xingxing who was stiff and nervous beside him: "Why, have you never slept with anyone?"

It may be a bit ambiguous to realize the words after asking, but Jiang Xingxing didn't hear it. He shook his head: "I haven't lived in school."

Zhou Xie couldn't help laughing: "...Oh, it's good."

There was another moment of silence, as long as Zhou Xie didn't initiate the conversation, Jiang Xingxing would never make any sound.He was lying beside Zhou Xie, his eyes were looking at the ceiling, his arms were on his sides, he didn't move at all, he looked like a statue with body temperature.

Take it easy, Jiang Xingxing.He thought, there is nothing to be nervous about when two elders sleep together.

"Then... shall we sleep?" Zhou Xie asked.

"Yeah." After Jiang Xingxing finished speaking, he closed his eyes directly, looking more like a statue.

Zhou Xie: "..."

As soon as the lights were turned off, the entire room was plunged into absolute darkness.

When vision is lost, other senses, such as hearing, become hypersensitive.

Zhou Xie's breathing was not heavy, but Jiang Xingxing could still hear it clearly in a quiet room, especially when two people were close together.

He tried his best to empty his mind and force himself not to think about anything, but he always felt that a ray of sight fell on his face from time to time.When he quietly opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything. The person next to him was breathing steadily and evenly, almost falling asleep.

In this way, he repeatedly opened and closed his eyes until Jiang Xingxing couldn't stand it any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

After his breathing gradually stabilized, Zhou Xie who was lying on the side slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Xingxing feels that Zhou Xie has a strong sense of presence, but in Zhou Xie's place, Jiang Xingxing has a stronger sense of presence.From the moment he lay down, there was a faint woody aroma on his body, and the sound of soft and slow breathing, all of which touched Zhou Xie's sensitive sensory nerves.Zhou Xie could even hear Jiang Xingxing's steady and powerful heartbeat, pounding on his eardrums. It was not noisy, but reassuring.

That night, Zhou Xie had the best sleep since returning to China.

Just after six o'clock the next morning, Jiang Xingxing's cell phone alarm clock rang, Huaze Coriander's sweet voice came from the cell phone, and he slapped it to turn it off.He opened his eyes sleepily, stared at the ceiling to wake up, suddenly felt that there was something wrong, and immediately realized where he was.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhou Xie, and was relieved to find that Zhou Xie was still sleeping soundly under such a loud alarm clock.But before he breathed a sigh of relief, a terrible idea suddenly appeared in his mind...

He stood up with his arms half propped up, and his left index finger tremblingly extended under Zhou Xie's nose. Before he could feel the air coming in and out, someone grabbed his hand and pressed it to his chest.

"Not dead." Zhou Xie still had her eyes closed, but the smile at the corner of her mouth could not be suppressed, and her voice was very clear, not at all like she just woke up.

Jiang Xingxing smiled embarrassingly, and wanted to pull his hand back, but he couldn't break free after trying.Zhou Xie seemed to be relaxed, but his hands were exerting force, clasping his hands tightly.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked knowingly.

Jiang Xingxing was helpless when he couldn't pull his hand back. With this posture, he made a deep self-criticism: "Boss, did you have a stomachache last night? I slept a bit deeply..."

Zhou Xie smiled happily: "Just sleep well."

Then he added: "I slept well, too."

After Zhou Xie said this, he finally let go of his hand, turned over and got out of bed, and directly opened the curtains.

The harsh sunlight shone into the bedroom, and there were tiny dust particles floating in the air. Zhou Xie stood in front of the window, turned around, and smiled gently at Jiang Xingxing in the backlight: "Good morning."

Jiang Xingxing, who was lying on the bed, had his heart beat wildly for no reason.