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

Jiang Xing just woke up and was still a little dazed. He sat on the blanket blankly, his black T-shirt rolled up in sleep, and his waist and abdomen were white and tight.

Fan Ye put down the can, half knelt beside Jiang Xing with a wet cloth towel.

Jiang Xing blinked puzzledly: "What's wrong?"

He was not awake, and Fan Ye acted as if nothing had happened. The memory of last night was directly temporarily forgotten selectively.

Having been inseparable day and night, Fan Ye knew Jiang Xing's mouth shape very well, and without explaining to Jiang Xing, he raised his hand to forcefully restrain his jaw, and wiped the liar's pretty fox face with a cloth towel.

"Well."

Fan Ye had never treated him so forcefully before, and Jiang Xing didn't even know how to react for a while, so he could only squint his eyes in embarrassment to avoid the cloth towel, and let out a dissatisfied hum from his throat.

Jiang Xing has been pampered in the research institute for a long time, and even wiping his sweat with his school uniform will leave a blush.After Fan Ye's rough wiping, his skin quickly turned a dewy red, and his eyelashes and eyebrows were wet with water droplets, as if he had just been drenched in the rain, and he was particularly embarrassed.

"It hurts..." Jiang Xing didn't understand why Fan Ye suddenly changed his temper, blinking his eyes to pretend to be cute, every movement was carefully calculated, and it was the arc that best showed the clear eyes to Fan Ye, "What's the matter? "

Fan Ye withdrew his hand, and the cold water drops fell from his eyelashes as Jiang Xing blinked, and hit Fan Ye's knee, fainting a dark color.

Even the speed of the water drops definitely fit Fan Ye's aesthetics.

How cunning.

Fan Ye's eyes dimmed and he didn't answer.He pressed the back of Jiang Xing's head forcefully to let his forehead rest on his shoulder, and continued to wipe the back of the other's ears, throat and back of the neck with a cloth towel.

The piece of skin that Fan Ye had kissed and bitten was still swollen, and the tooth marks on Yurun's white skin were particularly glaring, and also... attracted the devil in people's hearts.

As soon as the rough cloth towel passed over there, Jiang Xing trembled all over, his eyes gleaming with water.He pushed Fan Ye away angrily, his eyes accusing.

Even so, there is still more grievance than anger, more acting like a baby than accusation.

Fan Ye remained expressionless for a moment, then put on the gentle smile before, as if the pain Jiang Xing felt just now was just an illusion.

Jiang Xing likes acting, and it's not bad for him.

Fan Ye grabbed Jiang Xing's hand and wrote: I have a wound on the back of my neck, was bitten by a mosquito?

There is an ancient virus in Jiang Xing's body. Not to mention mosquitoes, even leeches dare not approach him for half a meter. How can they leave such traces?

He didn't sleep at all last night, of course he knew who was the culprit.But Jiang Xing had a ghost in his heart. Since Fan Ye took the initiative to pave the steps, he went down the slope and said: "It should be, the bite is so hard, I must have not eaten for a long time."

It's too obvious that Sang scolded Huai.Fan Ye wasn't annoyed, he just rubbed the skin on the back of his neck more vigorously.

Jiang Xing was so painful that his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't show his flaws, so he scolded Fan Ye several times in his heart.

Fan Ye wrote again: Disinfect well.

Jiang Xing was taken aback for a moment, only to see Fan Ye turned his head and took out a bottle of alcohol spray from his backpack, slowly approaching the wound and was about to spray it down.

This spray will not hurt to death!

Jiang Xing immediately softened his expression, hugged Fan Ye's arm softly, rubbed his cheek against him softly, and acted coquettishly: It's okay, just leave it alone.

Fan Ye made up his mind to tease Jiang Xing, so naturally he would not give up on such a small trick, and wrote: It will be infected.

After writing, he pressed the spray bottle against his side a few times to ensure that the sprayed alcohol was even and delicate, and he could definitely take good care of every corner of Jiang Xing's wound. Only then was he satisfied.

Everyone in the barrage burst out laughing.

【Brother Fan is actually a white cut black hahaha】

【Xing Cub is obviously gritted his teeth in anger but has no choice but to act like a baby ww】

[Tsk, my wife is too delicate, why don't I just surrender after being hugged and rubbed a few times]

[?You are thinking of Tao Zi, my wife will only rub against me]

No matter how tactfully Ren Jiangxing refused this time, Fan Ye didn't let go, but he was soft-hearted. When spraying alcohol, he opened the spout slightly sideways, and only rubbed a little leftover to the edge of the wound.

Even so, Jiang Xing still flinched in pain, buried his cheek deeply on Fan Ye's shoulder, and took the opportunity to grab his nails to retaliate.

Fan Ye's skin was fair, and he didn't look like an imperial soldier who was exposed to the wind and sun on the battlefield, but Jiang Xing didn't even leave a fingernail mark after pinching him for a long time.

To put it bluntly, neither of these two people really put their heart into it. The left and right are just playing around, each with their own thoughts, and they both regard the other as their own prey.

Fan Ye patted Jiang Xing and wrote: That's it.

Jiang Xing immediately shrunk to the corner of the blanket aggrieved, hugged his knees and ignored Fan Ye.

Fan Ye covered his lips and smiled, turned his head with an expression of ignorance, and brought the cooked food to Jiang Xing.

He wanted to talk, so he went to hold Jiang Xing's hand, but the young man was angry without knowing the truth, and his long and slender fingers were tightly twisted together. When he was too annoyed, he simply stuffed it behind his waist and hid it, preventing Fan Ye from touching it. .

Fan Ye had no choice but to write on the ground: eat

Jiang Xing lowered his head and rolled his eyes, sulking, who wants to eat.

Fan Ye changed hands and put the breakfast aside, and picked up Jiang Xing's knees to hug him!

Jiang Xing left the ground suddenly, and was so frightened that he hugged Fan Ye tightly, not caring about fighting him coldly.

Fan Ye laughed softly. He knew that his voice was out of control, so he laughed very lightly. To Jiang Xing's ears, it was magnetic and low, like the most stable double bass in the orchestra.

Drilling directly along the eardrum and into the bottom of my heart, leaving a cat scratching all the way.

The tips of Jiang Xing's ears turned red uncontrollably. Since the cold war was resolved by Fan Ye's initiative, he simply stopped making trouble, buried himself in his neck, and rubbed him stickily.

Fan Ye hugged him for a while, and waited until Jiang Xing was so ashamed that he was on fire before writing: Don't bother you anymore, let's eat

Jiang Xing: Let me go!

Fan Ye: Eat?

Jiang Xing stared at Fan Ye for a while, and saw that the other party looked composed and showed no signs of remorse, so he had no choice but to nod in response.But I still don’t forget to ridicule the last sentence: Only my parents will keep urging me to have breakfast

Fan Ye laughed and wrote: I have one more

Jiang Xing poked his chest, and joked: My parents are still alive, where can I have one more of you?

Fan Ye squinted his eyes, but the storm in his eyes had subsided at this moment. The joke was somewhat true and false, and he wrote: There are other seats

Jiang Xing's heart skipped a beat when he saw the emotion in Fan Ye's eyes, and he looked away in a panic.

Fortunately, no matter what mood Fan Ye was in when he said this, he didn't expect Jiang Xing to respond.

No matter how real it is, it is still a fake.

Fan Ye's smile faded, he put down Jiang Xing, and put the cool food in Jiang Xing's hands.

Jiang Xing saw what was inside, and couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

They threw away all the food last night, Jiang Xing just now was so busy competing with Fan Ye that he didn't pay attention to where Fan Ye got him food.

The can was washed extremely clean, even the dent around the can lid was polished, and the burnt bottom was also wrapped with cloth so that Jiang Xing would not get his hands dirty when holding it.

Inside the jar were three small poached eggs, each about the size of a quail egg, but they were all round, with regular whites surrounding the center and a little runny yolk, cooked with great care.

Jiang Xing looked moved, and looked at Fan Ye, "You..."

Fan Ye twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and wrote: Eat

Jiang Xing was silent for a moment, then suddenly put down the jar and threw himself into Fan Ye's arms.

Fan Ye smiled helplessly: Why are you acting like a baby again?

Jiang Xing shook his head slowly, and Zhenzhi wrote heavily on Fan Ye's palm: No matter what seat, it will only be you

He buried his head and wrote very seriously, but he didn't dare to look at Fan Ye's expression, so that he happened to miss the flash of deep meaning in Fan Ye's eyes.

It doesn't matter whether Jiang Xing's love is true or not.Fan Ye has a lot of ways to make it real forever.

The author has something to say:

Fan Ye: Don't love me?it's ok he will

Jiang Xing: (Smiling without speaking, the strategy plan is passed √)