The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Drunk Cen Jin's clothes are disheveled, he is holding the hem of his jacket with one hand, and patting his belly with the other, he is so addicted to drama, he really treats himself as a pregnant man who has been betrayed by a villain, and complains pitifully to Ding Yiqing.

With trembling lips, he took a step, but was knocked down by the pants piled up around his ankles. Fortunately, Ding Yiqing caught him in time and prevented him from falling to the ground, otherwise, God knows if there will be a scene of miscarriage.

Cen Jin grabbed Ding Yiqing's wrist, stared at his face left and right, hiccupped and asked, "Is that you?"

Ding Yiqing: "Who am I?"

Cen Jin: "Damn it!"

Ding Yiqing: "..." Even if she automatically assumes the role of pregnant husband, she can still take advantage of him, as expected of a yellow hair.

Cen Jin: "Where's the Golden Armored Saint Cloth and Colorful Clouds? Where's Mobile Suit Gundam?"

Ding Yiqing: "...?" Is there any necessary connection between the two?

Cen Jin asked angrily: "How can you marry me without these things!"

Ding Yiqing was speechless, picked up the sad and angry drunk man by his collar and dragged him into the bathroom. The water temperature had been tested long ago, and his clothes were almost taken off, so he sprayed Cen Jin with hot water all over his head without feeling any pity.

Hot water slid down Cen Jin's hair in strands, gathered under his chin, flowed through his collarbone, drenched the T-shirt, and stuck to his body wetly, half-covering it was more than not wearing it.

The gurgling water was poured on his head. Cen Jin was a little awake, but his reaction was still slow. He leaned against the wall and stared blankly at Ding Yiqing who was holding a shower to help him take a bath. During the struggle just now, he was also doused with water, so wet Almost, but he didn't take off any clothes.

Ding Yiqing said, "Take off your shirt yourself." Then he brought up the shampoo, "Squeeze some and wash your hair yourself."

Cen Jin did as he did, with a lump of shampoo in his palm, and Ding Yiqing's patient urging by his ears, but he just didn't apply it to his hair. He suddenly grabbed Ding Yiqing's long half-wet and half-dry hair, put the shampoo on, and raised his eyes to complain: " Why don't you take off your clothes?"

Ding Yiqing's eyes fell on the top of Cen Jin's head, and he could see two whirls. He heard the accusation and the sound of pattering water, and found that none of these could distract his attention, so he tried to pay attention to the sounds outside the narrow bathroom.

Unexpectedly, it is quieter outside, which makes the movement here even more disturbing.

"Let's talk after you finish washing."

"Why wait for me to finish washing?"

Ding Yiqing endured it, told himself that he should be more patient with the drunk, and not to take the drunk's teasing seriously, so he said to him: "Because I am waiting for you to take a bath."

"Really?" Cen Jin was suspicious, and muttered: "Why are you soaked? You obviously want to grab the bathroom and the shower head from me!" He sneered, and said firmly: "Think I'm drunk, and a few words can fool me ? I'm smart!"

He grabbed Ding Yiqing's lapel with his hands and tore it open, revealing his chest and his abdominal muscles.

Cen Jin proudly straightened his back and wanted to compare his figure with him. As soon as his eyes touched the protruding belly, he thought of the figure of a pregnant woman. He suddenly felt sad, broke his spine, and said in mourning that he was no longer a man with abdominal muscles. up.

Ding Yiqing couldn't catch the sloppy drunk with one hand, so he put the shower head aside casually, grabbed Cen Jin's shoulder, and finally restrained his movements. The smooth touch of his palm made his heart move.

When he lost his mind, Cen Jin grabbed his arm and dragged him down. The line of sight that had been lingering over Cen Jin's head finally slipped down in this unexpected surprise attack.

How difficult it is to take it back.

Cen Jin murmured to himself with his eyes downcast, the hot water hit him a little bit hard to open his eyes, he felt the strength of his waist changing from light to heavy, he squinted his eyes and looked at Ding Qingqing in surprise, trying to see Ding Qingqing's expression and the look in his eyes clearly. Emotional, but the water mist filled the air, so I had to get closer, and then my lips felt cold.

The hot water trickled down, filled with steam, and covered the frosted glass. The two figures could barely be seen clearly. The transparent water droplets landed on the ground, and finely divided water splashed around, covering the two pairs of bare feet.

One pair of smaller feet stepped on the instep of the other pair of larger feet, like a slow dance around the circle.

Water splashes, hot air is dense, blue veins float on the white arches, like blue and white ink painting on a white jade plate.

……

Of course it didn’t happen to the last step. Before getting drunk, it’s still a teammate relationship. It’s not good to take advantage of others. The literary and artistic youth Ding Yiqing is very pedantic in morals. He doesn’t engage in 419. He is willing to develop further when he has a reputation. Cen Jin gets drunk after taking a shower. He passed away, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Ding Yiqing originally wanted to clean up the mess, they stayed in the bathroom for too long, the water overflowed outside, the bathroom area was wet, full of footprints and dirty clothes thrown around, but Cen Jin pressed his hand, he did feel a little bit Tired, alcohol slowly erodes sanity, overcomes the outbreak of cleanliness, and then falls asleep.

The full moon quietly climbed down the treetops, the lights went out, and there seemed to be a sigh in the darkness, and the clock ticked round and round until the sky was bright, and the bright sunlight slipped in from the edge of the heavy curtains, passing through the The mirror reflected onto the sleeping Cen Jin's face.

Cen Jin opened his heavy eyelids. He had a splitting headache. His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he wanted to gag. He retched twice to relieve the discomfort. The dry clothes seemed to be mixed with some strange clothes that didn't belong to him.

Then the touch behind him gradually became apparent, and the brain was shocked to realize the fact that his back was leaning against a certain warm chest, and there was a strong arm hanging loosely around his waist. The cheetah clings tightly to its waist.

419, ONS, One Night Q... A series of nouns floated through my mind, Cen Jin's pupils trembled, trying to recall everything that happened last night, but the memory was blank.

He stiffened his neck and wanted to turn around, when he suddenly felt the person behind him move, his scorching breath hit Cen's back neck, causing a small particle, and then he heard a familiar indifferent voice.

"what time is it?"

Nine o'clock, no, wait—

Cen Jin turned his head sharply, his pupils shrank sharply, and stared at Ding Yiqing in horror: "Why are you?!"

Ding Yiqing glanced at him, looked at the clock on the bedside table to make sure it was the time to wake up, sat up, her long hair was drooping, a little messy, but the beauty of her facial features was too good, she could express a sense of beauty when she woke up.

The quilt slipped off, revealing the white jade-like upper body, which seemed to be softly illuminated, with smooth lines, and well-defined and beautifully shaped abdominal muscles can be seen in the ups and downs. There is no doubt that once it is serious, it will burst out with powerful strength.

Cen Jin pointed at Ding Yiqing, then at himself, speechless.

Ding Yiqing: "The last step didn't happen."

Cen Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Ding Yiqing: "Everything else that should have happened has happened."

Cen Jin gasped, his pupils dilated, his mind was traumatized, and he denied it categorically: "I can't have sex after drinking! You lied to me, right? You tricked me on purpose? In order to get revenge on me, he hissed—!"

Ding Yiqing turned around silently, revealing her back, with red scratch marks, unable to quibble, facts speak louder than words, Cen Jin was languid and silent.

Ding Yiqing got up to take a bath, changed into new clothes, cleaned up the house and sprayed the air freshener, opened the curtains to let the sun shine in, helped Cen Jin prepare the clothes, then combed her hair and braided it into a fishbone side braid on the wrist. Spray some perfume and rub slowly.

"Are you awake?"

Cen Jin: "No."

He turned his back, his little yellow curly hair was a little downcast, and there were four large characters of 'thunderclouds' written on his back.

There was a smile in Ding Yiqing's eyes, and he didn't intend to comfort Cen Jin kindly at this time, he knew Cen Jin's character well, once he comforted him, he would definitely bludgeon what happened last night with a stick, and then stay away without a trace, and when he gets enlightened, he won't know what to do It's the year of the monkey, so it's better to force him now.

After a while, there was a rustling sound behind him, and from the corner of Ding Yanqing's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Cen Jin sitting up, with a quilt wrapped around his waist, revealing the lean muscles of his upper body, his little yellow curly hair drooping, and a dejected look.

"Figured out?"

"Ah."

"What's the plan?"

"...I am in charge?"

"it is good."

Eh?Is it so hasty?Think no more?

Ding Yiqing, who seemed to be able to see what Cen Jin was thinking at a glance, leaned over, and the face with invisible pores approached and enlarged, bringing a very stimulating sensory feast, bewitching Cen Jin.

"do I look good?"

"It's very nice."

"Is it just because of your aesthetic point?"

"Everywhere is an aesthetic sniper."

"Don't want this face, this body... to be your lover?"

"Why do you have the nerve to monopolize it?"

"You still want to share?"

"It doesn't mean that either."

"Is that the wrong gender? You prefer women?"

"It's too strict if you're still stuck with gender after you grow up like this."

Ding Yiqing was thoughtful, but he didn't see that Cen Jin was still a serious face control, let alone that he was in harmony with Cen Jin's wishes in everything. Although he could see Cen Jin staring at him in a daze before, his attitude was never ambiguous, and he didn't see it. There was a little spark, and I thought that I could barely touch the passing line of Cen Jin's aesthetics.

"You don't like me like you?"

"How? I'm so honored."

Ding Yiqing frowned, wondering if Cen Jin had thought clearly and his brain had returned to a normal level and began to function. This time, there were questions and answers, like Tai Chi and cross talk, some admiring and some rigid.

"What's the reason for that?"

Ding Yiqing asked quite seriously.

Cen Jin was picking his nails, pulling his hair, and scratching his cheeks, everyone could tell that he was uncomfortable.

"You mean that you like me."

"Otherwise?" Ding Yiqing frowned even tighter, thinking that Cen Jin had changed the subject, he reminded him: "You know me, and if one thing is not resolved, I understand that I can't get through it. Our relationship and relationship must be resolved before we can do it." Next thing."

"What's the next thing?"

"……Have a meal."

"Oh."

It sounded a little disappointing.

Ding Yiqing resisted the urge to knock on his forehead, and urged: "Don't dawdle."

"Then when did you like me? Love at first sight or love after a long time? Are you attracted by my handsome appearance or charisma? I am a person, let alone, anyone will be impressed by my charisma—"

Seeing that Ding Yiqing's eyes are getting colder and colder, but if you look closely, you can find that the layer of ice is very thin and brittle, and the impatience hidden underneath is eager to break through the ice layer. It seems that Ding Yiqing is not as easy as it looks on the surface.

He was also very anxious, anxious to get Cen Jin's answer, that answer was very important to him, so important that he was restless.

Cen Jin became quiet all at once, all the messy emotions dissipated like smoke, full of confidence like a victorious general, he knew he must be the winner.

Cen Jin swayed from side to side like a tumbler, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "Okay."

"what?"

"I am in charge."

"I know." But that's not what he really wanted to hear.

"I like you."

"I—" Ding Yiqing paused, raised his eyelids, and focused on Cen Jin: "I see."

"It may be love at first sight, or it may be love over time. It may be both. I don't know. I didn't pay attention to the process of fermenting good feelings into liking. Now I can't tell the source, and I haven't found it... But after being drunk People become honest." Cen Jin poked Ding Yiqing's abdominal muscles and asked him, "What about you? When did you like me?"

Ding Yiqing: "It's been a long time."

Cen Jin was curious: "How long? Sure enough, I was overwhelmed by my personality charm during getting along!"

Ding Yiqing just smiled, neither denying nor affirming, Cen Jin took it as acquiescence.