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Insatiable, full of nonsense.

The gym is very big. Although it is on a working day, there are still a few scattered people around.

Jing Rong glanced around and saw that no one else looked at the two of them, probably because they didn't hear what Qu Yu said just now.

While heaving a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but give Qu Yu a stern look.

What's in this person's head, why does he always like to say some specious things, it was a big mistake to treat the other party as a pure white rabbit before.

Qu Yu didn't feel ashamed at all, instead, he got closer because of his reaction: "Senior, do you think there are more unintentional coincidences in this world, or more deliberate encounters?"

Fearing that he would say something shocking to the world, Jing Rong subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his face, covering the other's red lips.

"Don't make trouble." Jing Rong frowned slightly and scolded in a low voice.

Qu Yu stared at him deeply, and leaned over to kiss his palm lightly.

Because of the exercise, Jing Rong sweated a little, and his palms were slightly moist, and the warm breath on the skin of his palms seemed to burn it, scalding it.

Jing Rong couldn't help but curled up his fingertips, wanting to withdraw his hand.

Qu Yu restrained his wrist, the strength would not hurt him, but just enough to prevent him from breaking free.

The other party kissed his palm again, staying for a little longer.

Jing Rong was uncomfortable all over, and the base of his ears turned red: "...let go!"

As soon as the words fell, a wet feeling came from the palm of his hand. The other party didn't say anything, but just grabbed his wrist bone, licking the shallow and long lines with his eyes downcast.

This was probably the worst thing the other party did after the reunion. He seemed to cherish his palm very much, but at a certain point, he lightly bit the tip of his index finger.

Jing Rong's brows furrowed even deeper: "Qu Yu, let me go."

"But this time the senior took the initiative."

Qu Yu looked back without showing any weakness, and said with a righteous tone, "Senior personally delivered it to the door, why should I let go."

It's just a bunch of nonsense.

Jing Rong's eyelids twitched twice, suppressing his emotions, his voice almost couldn't maintain a steady voice: "But don't forget, we are not the same as before."

"But senior, we haven't seen each other for 47 hours, I miss you very much."

Qu Yu put her face on his fingers and rubbed it, as if she was attached to him: "I know the senior hasn't forgiven me yet, but I will slowly make the senior like me again, but can the senior not refuse my closeness, there is no senior If you accompany me, I will not be able to control myself to have some bad thoughts.”

Jing Rong was silent.

The other party is like a dog who is extremely insecure, never shy away from admitting his close thoughts to him, this is indeed not fake.

Xu Shi was moved by the other party's comfortable expression, this time he didn't struggle hard, but his fingertips were slightly curled up, like a shy mimosa trying to close its leaves.

Qu Yu made an inch, approached him, and gently circled him.

Jing Rong didn't resist, but when the other party's body temperature passed through his clothes, he closed his eyelids and relaxed a lot between his brows.

Qu Yu relied on him, why didn't he miss the other party's embrace.

At this time, Jing Rong dared to face up to the main cause of his insomnia these days.

Before, the other party always liked to hug him, like hugging his beloved puppet tightly, with his arms around his body, and his chin resting on his hair or forehead.

The other person is taller than him, and this posture allows him to put his head on the other person's chest or neck, feel the other person's body temperature and skin undulations, intimate.

After moving to a new house, he occasionally relied on taking medicine to help him sleep due to insomnia, but recently it has become more and more serious, and he often falls asleep very late.

He has already put on a slightly thicker quilt, but no matter how tightly he wraps it up, he still feels a little cold and lingeringly uncomfortable.

Now that he had this long-lost embrace, he finally had some warmth, and the softness in his bones penetrated.

Jing Rong was a little addicted to the warmth given by the other party, but he didn't raise his arms around the other party. His emotional thinking made his heart beat a little faster, and his emotional thinking prevented him from falling too much into the tender cage of the other party.

Although he and the other party seem to be as close as before, they are still different.

Jing Rong lowered his hands and let the other party fold his shoulders. After a while, he pushed the other party away, his movements were firm and not muddled.

Qu Yu lowered her eyes with a little regret, and the arc on the corner of her lips became lighter.

Jing Rong's expression remained unchanged: "Only this once."

After finishing speaking, he had no intention of continuing to exercise. When he was hugged by the other party, the surrounding eyes fell on them. If he stayed any longer, he would probably face more scrutinizing eyes.

There is a bathroom in the gym. Jing Rong, carrying the toiletries in the cabinet, opened a compartment to go in, and inserted the latch conveniently, so as not to be followed in by others.

He had been washing for a while, when someone in the next compartment knocked on the baffle between them.

"Senior really likes gardenia more." Qu Yu said lazily, but there was a hint of joy in it.

This made Jing Rong think of the childish behavior of the other party secretly ordering jasmine perfume because of the jasmine smell on his body. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, but he didn't hate it.

He didn't pay attention to the other party, but he couldn't help but squeeze a little more when he pressed the shower milk pump, and it became more intense when he applied it on his body. The gardenia fragrance was sweet and cool, and it was a little more enthusiastic than before.

Jing Rong dried himself off with a bath towel, put on clean clothes and walked out of the cubicle.

He likes solid-color shirts with trousers, and this time is no exception. The dark coffee-colored trousers are just right to wrap around his long legs, waist and hips, without other things blocking them, so that people can more intuitively see his superior body proportions.

The waist is strong and thin, and it looks as if it can be held with one hand. If you press it hard, you are afraid of breaking it. The proportion of hips and legs is also outstanding. It is slender and straight, as regular as a compasses.

Jing Rong wiped his hair with a towel and stood in front of the mirror in the lounge.

He didn't wear glasses, showing his complete facial features. Those beautiful and pure almond eyes dilute the coldness brought by the sharp lines of his face, showing a kind of gentleness that is not usually seen.

This kind of Jing Rong is undoubtedly attractive, like a blooming gardenia, slowly wafting sweet fragrance, luring butterflies to fall.

But now, Qu Yu is the butterfly who is willing to be bewitched, just looking at Jing Rong like this, he can't help but want to do some worse things.

Those peach blossom eyes, which are used to deceiving, are full of complex and profound meanings at this moment, like filled with overlapping shadows, making it hard to see through.

Qu Yu quietly approached him.

"Stop, don't move." Jing Rong warned him in time.

But Qu Yu didn't care, leaned slightly, brought the tip of his nose close to the back of his neck, and sniffed lightly: "It smells very good."

As he said that, he put his arms around Jing Rong's waist from behind, and gently squeezed them together: "It's very thin."

Afraid that the other party would say any more annoying words, Jing Rong stretched out his hand and pushed Qu Yu away, turned around and went back to the bathroom, put all the wet towels and dirty clothes into a bag, and prepared to leave with his backpack.

Qu Yu followed closely.

Because of the other party's transgressive behavior, Jing Rong doesn't want to talk to the other party now, and the slightly good mood just now has become less pleasant.

"Senior, I was wrong." Qu Yu followed him at first, and slowly walked side by side with him, with a flattering tone, "Forgive me for my impulsiveness just now, I really couldn't help it for a while."

"Who made the senior so attractive."

Qu Yu still couldn't hold back the righteousness in his words, as if Jing Rong had really done something to seduce him.

Jing Rong stopped in his tracks.

Qu Yu subconsciously took two extra steps, fell silent, and obediently stepped back two steps, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Jing Rong put on his glasses again, his eyes were a little cold: "I hope you can properly restrain your hooligan logic that you have nowhere to put."

Qu Yu made a zipper gesture and fell silent.

Jing Rong ignored him and continued walking.

This guy always makes him unable to do anything, whether he is acting like a baby or playing tricks, he always has his own childishness, which is completely unreasonable.

The milk tea shop downstairs is holding an event, with sundae couples buying one get one free.

Qu Yu's footsteps paused slightly, and then he followed as if nothing had happened: "Have seniors eaten sundaes from this shop recently?"

Jing Rong caught his little movements just now, but didn't show them: "No."

"I didn't eat it either," Qu Yu pinched the tip of her nose, "It doesn't seem to be perfect not to eat sundaes in autumn, what do you think, senior?"

Anyone who is not a fool can hear his hint, but Jing Rong just doesn't want to do what he wants: "I don't think so."

Qu Yu pinched the tips of her ears again, seemed to think for a moment, then stretched out her hand to grab the corner of Jing Rong's clothes.

Jing Rong stopped and looked at him sideways.

Qu Yu tapped the corner of the clothes he was holding on to: "I just touched your clothes, the senior shouldn't be so angry, right?"

He blinked his watery eyes, and his voice picked up, a little coquettishly.

Jing Rong didn't pull out the corner of the clothes, and let him pull it: "It won't happen."

"Then senior, can you help me?"

Qu Yu pointed to the milk tea shop behind: "I want to buy a sundae, but it says that couples need to enter the shop together to participate in the event."

Jing Rong glanced at the bulletin board, and sure enough there was this sentence.

but,

"Why should I help you? It has nothing to do with me."

Jing Rong said coldly.

Qu Yu seemed a little hurt, with her head drooping, looking a little listless.

The other party used to put on this posture to win sympathy and soften their hearts.

Jing Rong couldn't help but straighten his lips.

"Because I have to pay rent for two people now, life is very tight."

Qu Yu raised her head, she didn't look downcast at all, her eyes were bright, revealing a bit of cunning, "Senior is kind-hearted, so he won't die without help."

Jing Rong really wanted to pry open his head to see how many catties of water it contained. The idioms were used indiscriminately, as if a high school Chinese teacher taught him loneliness.

Qu Yu didn't care about his gaze, and shook the corner of his clothes: "Senior, help me."

Jing Rong's temples began to throb, and he felt a little headache.

He raised his hand to press his temple, and rubbed it lightly: "Don't be so naive."

"Okay~" Qu Yu continued to use the method of coquettishness.

Fifteen minutes later, Qu Yu came out of the milk tea shop holding a sundae in one hand, followed by Jing Rong with an indifferent expression.

The young man looked at Qu Yu who was in a happy mood with complicated eyes, and began to wonder if he was too talkative.

Obviously he just intends to take his time and take it step by step, but the other party can always find a breakthrough point, rampage in his world, and make a mess.

Sensing that he was a few steps behind, Qu Yu stopped and waited for him.

Jing Rong walked to his side: "Let's go back to our respective houses, don't bother—"

A cup of strawberry sundae was handed to him, with a beautiful and sharp top, like a towering mountain peak, no longer the decadence of the cup in early autumn.

"Just think of it as asking your senior to eat sundaes all autumn."

The author has something to say: Gougou: Milk tea shop, pay money.

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