After pretending to be A, I was hugged by the national brother [Transmigration Book]

His whole body hurt as if he had been run over by something heavy, and his throat was so dry that it seemed like a fire was burning. Zhong Xun struggled to open his somewhat heavy eyelids.

What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Unlike when he was drunk for the first time, the memories that were generally not connected were directly fragmented, this time Zhong Xun still vaguely remembered what happened last night.

...It's really, really crazy.

A wave of heat spread from the base of the ears along with the memories that gradually gathered together. The mobile phone was thoughtfully placed on the bedside table within reach. Zhong Xun patted his face lightly and took the mobile phone.

Just after pressing the interface, that person's message popped up and appeared at the top of the screen.

Fu Shiyan: Although I don't know if you still remember it, but let's make a serious statement here, last night it was really the vice monitor who didn't want to be separated from me, so he brought you back to my house (*｀*) (*｀*)

Fu Shiyan: But don't worry, deputy squad leader, when we came back last night, all the family members had already fallen asleep, and no one noticed that I brought you back*. (ˊωˋ*)*.

"..."

Although I wanted to refute just after reading this passage, what Fu Shiyan said this time seems to be the truth.

In fact, even after being bullied by him all over the place, she was still unwilling to separate from him in the end.

In the vague memory, after he took off all the clothes on the upper body indiscriminately, except for the restraining ring that had not been moved from the beginning to the end, that person almost kissed every place that could be kissed.

"Still want to go home?"

It wasn't until someone knocked lightly on the outside of the car window that he raised his head slightly and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Don't...don't separate."

Zhong Xun clearly remembered that he answered in this way, and took the initiative to reach out and hook the neck of the person opposite, offering his own kiss.

Even though it is possible to attribute all this to being bewitched by /alcohol/essence/, maybe it is actually /alcohol/essence/ that stimulated all his desires that were usually suppressed to the deepest by his reason .

Maybe I am... a rather capricious person.

"..."

I typed and typed on the keyboard, deleted and deleted.

Probably seeing the prompt "the other party is typing", a new message was sent over unexpectedly.

Fu Shiyan: Are you awake?

Zhong Xun's hand hanging in mid-air suddenly trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the phone.

Zhong Xun: ...waking up.

In order to make his tone less blunt, he even found a cute cartoon emoticon and clicked on it.

The second after Zhong Xun completed the above operations, someone knocked on the door from outside.

"..."

Zhong Xun has not made any mental preparations yet.

He didn't know what expression he should use to face Fu Shiyan now.

"You, don't come in."

Zhong Xun subconsciously gathered the quilt, and his gaze fell on himself very naturally. Someone changed his clothes yesterday, and now he is wearing a slightly loose shirt that does not fit his body shape. It is for the purpose of making him sleep more comfortably. The buttons on the neckline are not all buttoned up, and it is loose and half open. The hickey marks on the skin are also very obvious.

"..."

Zhong Xun almost wanted to bury himself in the quilt.

"Okay, I won't come in."

"I brought the hangover medicine, can I put it at the door?"

But the perpetrator still looked ignorant and ignorant, and softened his voice, "How do you feel now? Does your head still hurt? Is there any discomfort?"

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Zhong Xun reached out and pulled up the quilt again. After making sure that no part of himself was exposed except his head, he said slowly, "I'd better trouble you to come in first."

"Then I really came in?"

"Is it really possible?"

He confirmed it twice in succession, and after getting a positive response from Zhong Xun, he gently turned the handle of the door, and obediently walked in with the hangover medicine.

"I don't have any discomfort, you don't have to worry too much."

Zhong Xun watched him obediently put the dish he brought on the bedside table at one side, and at the same time obediently found a place far away from him and stood at the end of the bed, carefully observing his own face.

Only then did Fu Shiyan realize that Zhong Xun was answering the question he had just asked outside the door, "...then I can rest assured."

...It was normal until the medicine was delivered just now, but why did he look like a kid who did something wrong after he came in, and he only dared to stand far away.

"... Come here."

Zhong Xun stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and patted the edge of the bed lightly, "It's not convenient to talk when you stand so far away."

Fu Shiyan moved his footsteps slightly, and his voice was very soft, "...how much do you remember about last night?"

Fu Shiyan will not regret what he has done, he is just a little scared, afraid that Zhong Xun won't remember any details like the previous time when he wakes up the next day, and feels that he is just taking advantage of his unconsciousness to be tough He /forced/forced/made him do something that he would never want to do normally.

"..."

Zhong Xunqing coughed, and turned his head away unnaturally, "...Basically, I remember everything."

"Here... I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Fu Shiyan's footsteps stopped suddenly, "Why do you want to apologize to me?"

... He just said the words that he least wanted to hear at this moment.

"I'm not impulsive,"

He gently took Zhong Xun's hand that fell outside, "I don't think you are either."

"...I may be more capricious than you imagine."

Zhong Xun lowered his head and looked at the overlapping palms of the two people. He didn't hate the touch given by this person at all. Definitely not on impulse."

"Those, those..."

He tried to organize those words in his mind, but no matter what, it was difficult to say those words in front of Fu Shiyan well, so he could only briefly summarize, "Those things are all what I want to do .”

"It's something I want to do with you out of my own consciousness."

The bright pink color on the base of the ear didn't seem to be completely gone, Zhong Xun summoned up his courage, raised his head to meet his gaze, "I seem to... like you even more than I imagined."

The author has something to say: I don’t know, I thought you guys did it.

Omg, I originally wanted to write this chapter to meet the parents, why didn’t I write about the plot of QAQ’s solution to the copywriting? I really don’t have anything to write about. Why don’t we just write the article about the class monitor of the stars with a happy ending of Time Dafa [what]