Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

When Fu Liang was still standing on the iron ladder, he was wondering which of the two T-shirts neatly spread on the bed should he choose. Although both T-shirts were more slim-fitting, and the patterns were more abstract, one was blue and the other was blue. The piece is white...

"Did you pack it up so soon? Wait for me, I'll be right away."

Fu Liang turned his head and saw Jiang Xun was about to walk out of the room with the washbasin in his hand, so he stopped him quickly.

"it is good."

Jiang Xun sighed, turned around with a smile on his face, then put the washbasin on the desk, and sat in front of the desk boringly.

Fu Liang looked back at him. Because of his condescending perspective, he thought he might as well take this opportunity to see if there was any cinnabar mole on Jiang Xun's heart?

After drawing lots in his consciousness, he took the white T-shirt and put it in a waterproof plastic bag, and then quietly approached Jiang Xun. The ceiling fan on his head was turning "whooping" and turned on the maximum gear. An excellent opportunity to peek in from the opponent's neckline.

Jiang Xun turned on his phone and clicked on WeChat. The first dialog on the top was his boyfriend. After meeting Fu Liang at the basketball court, he hadn't touched his phone very much. He actually forgot to send a message to his boyfriend before.

Boyfriend: "Well, I've eaten and I'm going to take a shower."

A faint smile appeared on Jiang Xun's lips. At the same time, he heard Fu Liang's slight footsteps, and immediately locked the screen with his hand.

The ceiling fan made his hair messy, and Fu Liang leaned his hips against the edge of the table, fanning him with an oversized folding fan in his right hand.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter, isn't it?" Fu Liang said nonsense.

"Yeah." Jiang Xun nodded.

The folding fan in Fu Liang's hand became more and more fierce, and Jiang Xun felt the cool wind pouring into his body skin from the collar in waves.

"We can sit for a while before going to the bathhouse." Fu Liang said again without words.

Jiang Xun had long noticed his downcast gaze that was concealed by a dry smile.

"I don't want to sit anymore, go now, it's time to squeeze in a while."

Jiang Xun got up immediately, and went out the door with the washbasin in his hand.

"Jiang Xun, wait for me."

Fu Liang hurriedly threw the folding fan and caught up with the washbasin.

It was just after seven o'clock, and there were still relatively few people in the bathhouse, which could be counted on one hand.

The sound of "哗哗哗哗" hitting the body and the floor tiles was particularly loud and pleasant, and it disturbed Fu Liang's thoughts even more, because Jiang Xun was in the bathroom next to him at this time.

The bathrooms are covered with smooth white tiles, with palm-width thick walls separating each other. There is no door in each bathroom, only a waterproof shower curtain as a barrier.

If Fu Liang went to the next door and opened the waterproof shower curtain, then he would definitely be able to see if there was a cinnabar mole on Jiang Xun's heart. If there was no big deal, he would apologize. s story.

After thinking about it, Fu Liang made up his mind. He turned off the faucet of the shower, then put on his bathrobe, and held a key tool for committing crimes - fragrant essential oil soap in his hand.

Jiang Xun sensitively sensed that there was no sound of water next door, and then he heard the sound of "ziliu" again, and when he lowered his head, he saw a piece of shiny and round soap slipping in from under his waterproof shower curtain.

Alarm bells rang in Jiang Xun's mind, and he realized that something was wrong...but it was too late.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fu Liang opened the shower curtain with a "wow", "I'm coming in to pick up soap."

Jiang Xun's eyes were red, and the corners of his tight lips twitched. He clenched his fist with his lowered right hand, wanting to kill Fu Liang in the bathroom immediately.

The most perfect way to kill quickly flashed through his mind, but he saw that Fu Liang's eyes were moist and his eye circles were red. He thought it was the effect of the warm water mist in the bathroom, so he turned off the shower and saw the corners of Fu Liang's eyes clearly Also leaked a tear.

And Fu Liang's eyes were fixed on his heart.

Jiang Xun looked down at the bright red cinnabar mole, and immediately had nothing to say.

"Didn't you say that you don't have a cinnabar mole on your heart?" Fu Liang looked into his eyes and asked seriously.

Jiang Xun took the bath towel on the hook to wipe his body, and said indifferently: "This is my birthmark, it's none of your business."

Fu Liang felt a little sad, took a few deep breaths, and put his hands in the pockets of the bathrobe: "Get dressed and come out, I want to talk to you."

Jiang Xun didn't like this tone of being ordered. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: "OK."

He put on a white old man's vest, and then a white short-sleeved T-shirt. Fu Liang leaned against the wall with his arms on his chest and waited for him to put on his clothes.

It's a pity that Jiang Xun didn't pay much attention to his feet, and Fu Liang didn't pick up the key tool "essential oil soap", so Jiang Xun unluckily stepped on it.

Accompanied by the word "哉" he cursed aloud, the center of gravity of his body fell backwards. Fortunately, Fu Liang quickly grabbed him with his eyes, but Jiang Xun's tendency to fall backwards was too great, and Fu Liang took advantage of him to hit him against the wall superior.

The hard wall hit Jiang Xun's back very painfully.

"Are you okay?" Fu Liang raised her eyebrows and pressed in front of him.

Jiang Xun hissed lightly: "It's okay."

"You still have a hard mouth? I can see that your face has changed."

Fu Liang couldn't help teasing, and his warm breath fell on Jiang Xun's face.

Jiang Xun smiled and said, "If you get closer, you will find that other parts of me are also hard."

Fu Liang understood his connotation in seconds, his earlobes were slightly red, and he took two steps back to distance himself from him: "Let's go out and talk."

Jiang Xun smirked: "Okay."

A first-quarter moon hung on the blue curtain in the distance, and the freshly bathed body was soaked in the coolness of the night wind.

Afraid that the story could not be told well, Fu Liang specially bought a pack of cigarettes to refresh himself.

He and Jiang Xun were sitting on the stone bench downstairs in the dormitory, with washbasins at their feet.

He looked up at the moon for a while, and while smoking, he said: "Jiang Xun, it may be that the influence of the character "Jiang Xun" is too serious on you, so you don't remember what happened in the previous world. "

"You mean Song Jingyuan and Qin Mu?"

Jiang Xun also took a puff of cigarette. He remembered that Fu Liang had mentioned this matter to him before, so he always regarded Fu Liang as crazy.

Of course, he is now even more certain that Fu Liang is a psychopath.

"That's right..." Fu Liang nodded, "Maybe you have experienced other worlds before, but I experienced two worlds with you."

Jiang Xun leisurely exhaled light blue smoke rings, and pretended to be serious: "Okay, you continue."

Fu Liang stopped beating around the bush, and told Jiang Xun everything that happened between him, Song Jingyuan, and Qin Mu, even the secret of doi.

When Jiang Xun heard something that made people blush, he had to divert his body's involuntary reaction in a distracted way, and sometimes his fingers holding the cigarette could not help but tremble.

"So, what you want to say is that in this world, we are also a couple?" Jiang Xun said directly.

Fu Liang didn't expect his focus to be here, and the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably.

Jiang Xun observed that Fu Liang's eyes were indeed interested in him, and he quickly looked away: "But I have a boyfriend."

Fu Liang's smile froze: Damn it!