I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Xing let go of his teeth, and the finger that was bitten so hard that it left a circle of red marks gently fell down and hid in the water.

Xia Song's eyes slid down along his movements, and then turned his head suddenly when he touched the beautiful shadow in the mirror, and continued to face the wall.

"Mr. Jiang..."

He coughed twice, suppressing the dryness in his throat, "Are you okay?"

"En." Jiang Xing responded lightly, and the short syllables failed to make Xia Song hear the trembling of his ending.

Xia Song: "Mr. Jiang, I... I put the hot water bottle under the quilt."

"understood."

Xia Song was facing the wall, but Jiang Xing was looking at him through the mirror.

The young man lowered his head, his eyes rolled around in a panic, and his fingers were clenched tightly.He rolled up his sleeves in order to irrigate, and the muscles in his arms were tense at this time, and blue blood vessels could be seen faintly.

Jiang Xing: "I'm fine, you go and rest."

"I……"

Xia Song racked his brains, trying to find a reason Jiang Xing couldn't refuse to stay in the bathroom, but his brain went on strike and he was not obedient at all.In front of my mind is the glimpse in the mirror just now.

Mr. Jiang, who was indifferent, would have such a vivid color in the first place.

At that moment, Xia Song was very clear about what he had done.

He turned around and strode towards Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing frowned and looked at him, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Jiang..." Xia Song leaned over and leaned on the bathtub table.Jiang Xing doesn't like to soak in the foam. The water is clear, but ripples are formed with the hot water circulation of the bathtub.

When the sculptor saw it, he also praised the perfect body soaked in the water, and the slender legs gently closed together, reminding Xia Song of the mermaid waiting for the sunrise on the coastal reef in the myth.

"I want to help you." Xia Song said.

Jiang Xing sighed sideways: "I remember I was drunk, not you, Xia Song." He raised his hand and pushed the young man's approaching shoulder away a little, but he didn't dodge.

In his eyes, Xia Song is just a child who hasn't grown up, and it's not his turn to have a relationship with him.

Even if the young man suddenly overstepped the rules and faintly revealed his true nature, Jiang Xing seemed to be just a dog who suddenly broke out and wanted to go against the order to steal the bone, and a little reprimand could lead him back to the right path.

Xia Song retreated a little along with his strength, and grabbed Jiang Xing's wrist with his backhand.

With a little force on the rough knuckles, a circle of red marks was ground in the snow.Xia Song's eyes were dark, and his voice was cute: "Mr. Jiang's skin is so thin."

Just rubbing will leave marks.

"Will there be prints when shaking hands?" Xia Song asked, "Will competitors see it too?"

Jiang Xing would not be moved by his inexplicable two sentences, but the puppy has to be disciplined, not pampered.He frowned and looked displeased, "Xia Song, think about what you are talking about."

Xia Song responded, "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry."

"I'm clearly a homeless wretch," he said, "if you hadn't taken me in, I wouldn't even have a place to live."

Jiang Xing: "You still have a dormitory."

"I didn't pay the dormitory fee." Xia Song blushed, but still confessed, "I don't have any money. If the dormitory manager finds out, I will tell the counselor, and I will be kicked out."

"You can still get a loan."

"The review failed."

Jiang Xing felt a headache when he thought of Xia Song's gambling father who owed a lot of debt.If he had someone throw Xia Song out of the door now, this guy might really have to sleep in the study room where the school is not closed for a semester.

Xia Song said: "The study room is very dirty and no one cleans it. There are many flies and mosquitoes every time I go in."

He didn't deliberately speak in an exaggerated and wronged voice, but the simple narrative was enough to shake Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing has never experienced such hardship, but he can imagine how pitiful Xia Song would be if he was really homeless.

He is not a rotten good person who is full of compassion, and it is impossible to pick up all the stray cats and dogs on the street and bring them home to raise.

But Xia Song originally had a small family that barely survived, but it was lost because of a gift that Jiang Xing gave inadvertently.He felt sorry.

Xia Song noticed his absent-mindedness, and his rolled up sleeves slipped a little, he couldn't care less.He clasped Jiang Xing's wrist tightly with one hand, and plunged into the warm water with the other.

"Xia Song..." Jiang Xing closed his eyes, bit his lower lip to hide his chaotic breathing.

"Just treat it as my repayment." Xia Song rubbed Jiang Xing's wet cheek, "This is the only thing I can do."

The alcohol was gone, and Jiang Xing's hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't stand up, let alone push away the well-trained Xia Song.

If he really refused, Xia Song would not dare to push forward.

but……

The hand holding his wrist was so hot and strong that Jiang Xing closed his eyes and hummed softly, unconsciously holding Xia Song backhand.

Xia Song paused, and Jiang Xing's response was like a shot in the arm when he was dying.

The force on his wrist made Jiang Xing a little painful. He opened his eyes, but he couldn't lock Xia Song's face through the steam.

"Loosen up." Jiang Xing ordered.

Xia Song was reluctant to let go, and only relaxed a little bit so as not to hurt him.As for withdrawing your hand?Don't even think about it.

The water covered up all breath, Xia Song leaned over to kiss Jiang Xing, but he gave him a gentle slap on the forehead, which didn't hurt.

Xia Song rubbed his head, laughed slowly, and stared at Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing breathed calmly, seeing that he couldn't get angry no matter how much he looked, so he cursed Baozi lightly.

"Turn around."

The young man was scolded and turned back to the corner to face the wall.

With the sound of water splashing behind him, Jiang Xing changed the water again and stood up.

Xia Song's mouth reacted faster than his brain: "Mr. Jiang, be careful."

Jiang Xing ignored him, and there was rustling behind him.

Finally, Xia Song couldn't bear it anymore, raised his gaze a little, and looked in from the edge of the mirror.

Jiang Xing was wearing a bathrobe, frowning and looking at the ground outside the bath, "Where are my shoes?"

"It's plush, I'm afraid it will get wet. I put it outside." Xia Song replied, "I'll get it."

"No need." Jiang Xing saw his timid eyes in the mirror, "Bring that towel here."

Xia Song's throat rolled, and he turned around slowly.In fact, Jiang Xing was dressed neatly, and Xia Song couldn't see anything at all.But the shadow just now seemed to have taken root in his mind, even if it was covered by a gray bathrobe, Xia Song seemed to be able to see Jiang Xing's fair skin through it.

The water in the bathroom was steaming, and Xia Song forgot to turn on the ventilation system, only to find it difficult to breathe.

Jiang Xing frowned slightly and looked at him, "Xia Song?"

"Mr. Jiang, I'm here." Xia Song recovered.

"That one." Jiang Xing tapped the hook behind Xia Song with his fingertips.

The skin is full of moisture, and the fingertips turn white and tender pink.Xia Song loves and hates her eyesight, but her eyesight sticks to Jiang Xing's fingertips and cannot fall off.

"Please forgive my offense..." Xia Song said, the tip of his tongue unconsciously touched the tip of his fangs, and the sting still couldn't bring him back to his senses, "I want Mr. Jiang to kiss me again."

"Have you offended less?" Jiang Xing felt a headache, he was almost sober.But the unconscious connivance just now made Xia Song think of crossing the line, and now it's too late to regret it.

Xia Song: "Can I?"

The young man tentatively pleaded with him. He was tall, but Jiang Xing always had illusions that he was a puppy drooling at the bones. He was so greedy. He still remembered the master's training, and he would happily pounce on him only when he got the password.

He is not rude after jumping on it, he will cherish the hard-won food and lick it several times, and then he will bite the meat on the bone in small bites and swallow it into his stomach.

Jiang Xing sighed at this nonsensical fantasy.

"come over."

The young man immediately seemed to have got the password, strode up to him, and half-kneeled on the ground.The water stains on the ground immediately soaked Xia Song's sports pants, the dark water stains spread up the knees, and the wet cloth wrapped the muscles.

Not to mention the sleeves that were stuck in the water before, most of the upper body was soaked.

Sitting on the stage, Jiang Xing could see every movement of the young man from a commanding height.

Xia Song propped her hands on Jiang Xing's legs, in a position that could hug him as soon as she closed them.Jiang Xing moved his knee uncomfortably, and immediately touched the inside of the young man's arm.

Xia Song's arm jumped away as if scalded, and then approached immediately, the gently undulating skin rubbed against each other as he breathed, the different body temperatures of the two were contaminating each other, and the steam in the bathtub behind him was still rising continuously , filling the barely visible gaps between them.

The young man didn't speak, but his eyes were shining with bright longing, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

Can anyone say no to a dog?

Jiang Xing moved his fingers slightly, and gently pushed aside the young man's hair, revealing the wounds under his eyes, and said softly, "You want to leave a scar on purpose?"

The young man obviously touched the water with the wound yesterday.

Xia Song smiled sheepishly, and continued to fold his arms, palms vacantly around Jiang Xing's back.

"I didn't think about it at first, but I thought about it today." Xia Song said, "Mr. Jiang kissed him, so he is reluctant to let it disappear."

Jiang Xing has never met such a straightforward person in his life. He thought about it for a while, and couldn't bear to see the young man's pitiful appearance like that in the rain last night.

He said, "Xia Song, how old are you this year?"

"21 years old." Xia Song replied immediately, "You can get married."

"I'm not talking about this..." Jiang Xing was helpless, "Young people have no judgment when they are passionate."

Xia Song: "I've never been so sober as I am today."

Well, I stopped all Jiang Xing's words in advance.

"I'll carry you to bed." Xia Song was eager to try, "Does Mr. Jiang want to go to work tomorrow?"

"Yes." Jiang Xing took the watch and looked at the time, "It's almost three o'clock, you will really trouble me."

"No." Xia Song picked him up directly and strode towards the bedroom. His clothes were still dripping, which made Jiang Xing frown.

I'm going to trouble Aunt Chen to wash the carpet.

Jiang Xing was placed beside the bed, and the young man rolled up the quilt for him to hold, and turned his head to gently wipe his hair with a towel.

"I obviously helped you solve your troubles."

There was something in Xia Song's words, and Jiang Xing frowned in vain.

Don't blame Xia Song, and Jiang Xing doesn't want to blame himself, so he can only blame the wine.

"Give me the phone."

Jiang Xing sent a message to the driver to come back later tomorrow.

Xia Song happily hummed the song, which was the one that lulled Jiang Xing to sleep yesterday.

Jiang Xing moved his fingers and added a few more words.

Now that Xia Song couldn't figure it out with himself, he simply figured out the messy family problems behind the young man.

After drying her hair, Xia Song obediently dimmed the lights, leaving only a sleeping light by the bed, and squatted beside the bed to stare at Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'll wait for Mr. to fall asleep."

Xia Song's chin rested on the edge of Jiang Xing's pillow, just in time to see Jiang Xing's sleeping face.

Jiang Xing thought for a while and stretched out his hand.

"What's wrong?" Xia Song asked immediately.

The flexible and warm arms hooked the back of the young man's neck.

Jiang Xing leaned over and kissed him like a small animal.

"go to sleep."

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Although, Xiaoxia in Xingxing’s eyes is still a little milk dog who hasn’t grown up_(:з」∠)_