I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Song Ziyan suddenly suspected that his ears were ringing, and his face was red all over his ears.

Bai Yanqing smiled endlessly, and asked with his deep magnetic voice: "Or, Yan Yan prefers to stick tape?"

"You, you want to put tape on!"

"Of course I want to tape you up."

Song Ziyan struggled, but was imprisoned by Bai Yanqing who was hugging him from behind.

Bai Yanqing smiled for a while, and said to him: "Okay, I'm not kidding anymore, let's see which one you like."

Song Ziyan blushed: "No, I don't wear this, I'm a boy."

"That's right, you're a boy," Bai Yanqing said narrowly, deliberately lowering his voice, "It's average, just a little bit."

Song Ziyan was so ashamed that he wanted to smoke, he resisted in a low voice: "No, I won't wear it."

"Count in the number of transactions?"

Song Ziyan paused.

"But..." Bai Yanqing laughed softly, and pressed his cheek against his cheek. Song Ziyan trembled at his words and the slightly cool frame, "I have to help you wear it myself."

--Going to a wig shop to buy a wig with the same hair color as Song Ziyan, Bai Yanqing drove the car into a high-end residence in the city center.

There is a property for him here, and Song Ziyan also has a property, and the two properties are opposite each other.

Old man Bai gave it to them two years ago.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Song Ziyan had never lived in that suite before, but Bai Yanqing went to his family's subsidiary for an internship after returning from Silicon Valley this summer vacation. This place is close to the company, so he stayed here for more than a month.

Housekeeping did a cleaning yesterday, and the house is spotless.

The modern minimalist Chinese-style light luxury decoration fits Bai Yanqing's usual image outside.

The bathroom door opened, and Song Ziyan, who was sitting on the bed, trembled and looked there.

Same as that night, after taking a shower, Bai Yanqing only had a towel around his waist.

This time I washed my hair, it was half dry, and the neatly combed notoginseng hair was scattered, giving me a little more temperament that a 19-year-old should have.

Song Ziyan lowered his head at a glance, his ears were a little red, got up after Bai Yanqing approached, and went to the bathroom without raising his head.

The door closed, the sound of locking.

Bai Yanqing smiled, casually wiped himself with a bath towel, changed into a nightgown, and checked the time.

Five thirty-five.

He took the paper bag, took out the clothes and wig inside, and put them on the bed.

There was the sound of shower water in the bathroom.

Bai Yanqing looked over, squinted his eyes, and put on the glasses on the bedside table, his gaze was two points deep.

The door is made of frosted glass. Even in the daytime, when the light is bright, you can vaguely see a graceful curve.

Or bend over, turn around.Ruoyin, Ruoxian.

Bai Yanqing walked to the sofa closer to the bathroom, lit a cigar, and enjoyed it leisurely.

A few minutes later, Song Ziyan came out, wearing a white silk nightgown with several Clivia plants embroidered with silver thread.

These were prepared by Bai Yanqing for him, here are clothes that fit him well.

Song Ziyan couldn't help feeling uneasy, after the six transactions, would Uncle Yanqing really know how to count?

Bai Yanqing looked at him up and down, sighing in his heart, it was really pleasing to the eye.

He squeezed out his cigar and stood up.

Song Ziyan was cautious, and when he saw the clothes on the bed, especially the thing he was pointing at with his eyes closed, his face was reddened by the heat, and his blush became more intense.

Song Ziyan took two steps, stopped, blushed and said, "Uncle Yanqing, I, I suddenly don't want to do this thing."

Bai Yanqing smiled, and while unzipping the pillow, he said, "Think carefully, it might be harder to accept than this in the future."

Song Ziyan thumped and looked at him.

Bai Yanqing smiled slightly, without saying a word, took out the cotton in the pillow.

Song Ziyan struggled, and after a while, he compromised. Anyway, he was just helping to put on that one.Anyway, he and Uncle Yanqing are both boys, so it doesn't matter.

Song Ziyan made up his mind, saw him holding cotton, and asked him in doubt.

Bai Yanqing picked up the white lace underwear with his slender hands with well-defined knuckles, and looked at him with a meaningful smile: "It's too thin, I need to add something to Yanyan."

Song Ziyan's face became unbearably hot all of a sudden, and he turned around, not daring to look at it.

Bai Yanqing chuckled softly behind him.

Song Ziyan was ashamed, clenched his fists, and walked to Bai Yanqing's cloakroom. When he came out, he was holding a dark blue striped tie in his hand.

Bai Yanqing smiled: "Oh?"

His expression was clearly thinking in a wrong direction.

Song Ziyan didn't look at him, blushed, and said with difficulty: "You, you cover your eyes."

"Are you sure?" Bai Yanqing's smile deepened.

Song Ziyan knew what he meant, blushed, looked at other places and said, "You can't touch it indiscriminately."

"Words, I can't even see."

"That's not OK."

"You're really embarrassing me."

"...Anyway, don't."

Bai Yanqing was amused, and followed him: "All right. Come here."

Song Ziyan was quiet for a while, like a little daughter-in-law, with a pretty face blushing, and moved over in small steps.

After reaching the bedside, he didn't move for a long time.

Bai Yanqing held his hand, and with a pull, Song Ziyan fell to the edge of the bed.

His exposed snow-white neck had a light layer of pink like cherry blossoms in spring.

As Bai Yanqing watched, it seemed as if a cherry blossom had fallen in the heart lake, causing ripples.

Bai Yanqing stretched out his hand and wiped his neck with his thumb.

Song Ziyan tightened his body and sat aside, his voice was weak and soft: "Don't touch it."

Bai Yan smiled youthfully and said deliberately: "Oh, you can't touch your neck anymore?"

".Can't."

Bai Yanqing smiled, took the tie in his hand, and threw it aside.

Song Ziyan was slightly taken aback, looking at him inexplicably.

Bai Yanqing held the underwear in his hand and said with a smile: "Yanyan, my uncle is not Liu Xiahui. Do you think I can endure the unknown exploration and excitement under the darkness?"

When Song Ziyan arrived, he was shy and scared, and unconsciously tightened his nightgown.

Bai Yanqing pursed his lips: "It's getting late. Come on, Yanyan."

Song Ziyan glanced at him, then lowered his head, his face was beautiful and blush.

Half of the clothes are scattered to the side.

Beautiful bones, white jade shoulders, no time to back.

Bai Yanqing's eyes darkened slightly, and he said with a smile: "Raise your hand."

Song Ziyan raised his hand obediently, his thick eyelashes trembling, he was already too shy.

A thin white belt passed through Song Ziyan's Bai Shengsheng's arm, like a feather, and fell gently on his shoulder.

Song Ziyan's body trembled, and then another hand.

As if bound by something.

Song Ziyan felt as if he had drunk alcohol and his mind was hot. At this moment, Bai Yanqing's hand appeared in his sight, passing under his arm.

He was still thinking dizzily, what's wrong.

Bai Yanqing pinched the edge of his underwear with his long fingers, adjusting the angle for him.

Song Ziyan's mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole body was like being in a stove.

The fire was baking him, turning his shoulders and chest pink.

Bai Yanqing's fingertips paused, and after a while, they moved away, and the underwear hanging on Song Ziyan's body fell off.

"I won't wear it anymore," Bai Yanqing sighed. He didn't guarantee that he would be able to bear it again. He got out of bed and said as he walked to the bathroom, "Put on your clothes before I come out."

Song Ziyan clenched his fists, his eyes were loose, he looked at the direction Bai Yanqing left, and it took him a while to regain his senses.

At this moment, Song Ziyan just wanted to bury himself in the quilt.

He did the same, and after a minute or two, he got up and began to put on the women's clothing that he was ashamed to look at, as well as the thing that burned his eyes.

What Song Ziyan thought was that Bai Yanqing would not let him wear it, but he had to wear it himself.

Although I was still very dizzy, but wearing it myself was much better than putting it on for others.

After Song Ziyan got dressed, he took the wig and went to the cloakroom.

More than half an hour later, when Bai Yanqing came out of the bathroom, he saw a little beauty with brown-red long hair sitting on the head of the bed with his back turned to him.

The bed was high, and the little beauty's two white and tender calves were hanging in the air.

Probably because of the sound of footsteps, the little beauty froze.

Bai Yanqing walked over.

Song Ziyan quickly hid to the side.

Bai Yanqing pinched his chin and forced him to lift it up.

Song Ziyan's cheeks were so red.

His eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at Bai Yanqing, the culprit.

Bai Yanqing smiled and praised sincerely: "The words are really beautiful."

Song Ziyan didn't want to talk to him so much as he was ashamed, so he stood up abruptly and left the bedroom.

Looking at his slender calves, Bai Yanqing suddenly felt that the skirt was too short.

After Bai Yanqing changed his clothes, it was time to go out.

Song Ziyan was nervous and dawdled, comforted by Bai Yanqing that he would never be found out as a man, before he walked out the door.

And as soon as he stepped over the threshold, the system suddenly sounded: [Julian thinks, if there is an angel in the world, it must be like Randall. 】

System: [Male supporting role, you have a plot to go tonight. 】

Song Ziyan was stunned, what? !

No... isn't it tomorrow?

System: [Tomorrow is a big plot, and tonight is a small plot. 】

Song Ziyan suddenly remembered that the small plot was like feeding Alex wild grapes.

Song Ziyan asked the system what the small plot was going to be tonight.

The system didn't answer.

Song Ziyan suddenly felt restless.