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

He Jialiang couldn't help but glanced at him, hesitant to speak.

Jin Jonghyuk smiled harmlessly: "Of course. Xiaoyan and I are roommates."

Randall nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

After finishing speaking, Song Ziyan's cell phone rang again, and it was still from Alex.

At this moment Alex had a headache, and Ivan was also drunk, and he forgot about it just after hearing that Song Ziyan was drunk.

If he left, Ivan would have no one to take care of him.

In dormitory 803, only Ivan is from the Department of Architecture.

"It's okay, Ziyan's roommate is here." Randall chatted a few words before hanging up the phone.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that Jin Zhonghyuk had arrived beside Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan woke up, his eyes blurred, his snowy cheeks were flushed, and his ruddy lips glistened with water.

It was unmelted wine.

He Jialiang sighed: "What a beauty... Hey, Ziyan's wine tastes good, and he doesn't make a fuss when he's drunk."

Several other people who were woken up had drunk madness.

Randall looked away from Song Ziyan's deceptive face, stepped forward, and said gently: "It's getting late, take Ziyan back to the dormitory to sleep."

Jin Zhonghyuk hid all the strangeness, put his hand on Song Ziyan's shoulder, and shook it gently: "Xiaoyan."

Song Ziyan's eyes slowly focused, and his voice was weak: "Jin Zhonghe..."

"It's me. You're drunk, I'll carry you back to the dormitory to sleep, okay?"

Song Ziyan nodded.

Kim Jong Hyuk crouched down.

Song Ziyan was still lying on the table, barely straightened up, and turned to lie on Jin Zhonghyuk's back.

Kim Jong Hyuk carried him on his back, not daring to show his emotions too much, Song Ziyan's French senior brother is still there.

Jin Jonghyuk's normal tone: "Okay. You can go."

Randall looked at Song Ziyan snuggling up to another man, suddenly felt bored, and said with a smile: "Go back first, we have to help clean up the classroom. Please take care of Ziyan tonight."

Kim Jong Hyuk seemed like an ordinary roommate, and said with a smile, "It's a small thing. Then shall we go?"

Randall nodded and watched them leave.

He Jialiang was really puzzled and wanted to ask him.

Randall raised his hand to interrupt, and closed his eyes: "Don't say anything. Go help."

……

Jin Jong Hyuk was originally worried that Song Ziyan was not completely drunk and would be conscious, but fortunately it was unnecessary.

When he got downstairs, he called Song Ziyan again, but there was no response.

In addition to Song Ziyan's unusually hot body heat on his back, there is also a warmth through his T-shirt.

That was Song Ziyan's breath.

He fell asleep.

on his back.

Jin Jong Hyuk's heart was beating wildly, and his entire back, as well as the hand holding Song Ziyan's knee, were hot.

"Was drunk."

Jin Jonghyuk touched Song Ziyan's knees with his hands carefully, and his voice could not hide his excitement: "Xiaoyan, how can you get drunk." The S is a large area, and the school is equipped with private rooms from each department to the dormitory. shuttle bus.

In order to save time and experience better solitude, Kim Jong Hyuk took Song Ziyan on the ferry.

With the two of them, it was just full.

The car starts.

Song Ziyan leaned weakly in Jin Zhonghyuk's arms and fell asleep.

Kim Jong Hyuk looked down at him from time to time, with an intoxicated smile on his face.

It takes about 10 minutes to arrive at the foreign student apartment building.

Kim Jong Hyuk carried Song Ziyan on his back again, and the elevator went up to the eighth floor, and the door of bedroom 802 was open.

Su Yu was watching a movie in the living room, and when he caught a glimpse of the scene outside the door, his eyes lit up immediately: "Jin Jong Hyuk, you live in 801!"

Su Yu and Kim Jong Hyuk are both in the Department of Economics and in the same class.

Su Yu had military training at noon and afternoon, and he hadn't met Kim Jong Hyuk in the dormitory yet.

Jin Jong Hyuk glanced at him, smiled perfunctorily, and opened the door with the key: "Yes."

Only then did Su Yu notice that he was behind his back: "Hey, what's wrong with Ziyan? Are you drunk? This is it."

"Ah."

"need my help?"

"No need." Kim Jong Hyuk gestured to close the door.

Su Yu quickly put his hands on the door, saw Jin Zhonghyuk frown, and quickly let go, and said embarrassedly: "That. Good night."

Kim Jong Hyuk didn't respond and closed the door directly.

Su Yu was embarrassed, glanced at the door, returned to his dormitory, then took out his mobile phone, and played the video of Kim Jong Hyuk dancing.

Su Yu laughed after watching it for a while. He used to live in the dormitory opposite.

Great.

……

Jin Zhonghyuk turned on the light, gently placed Song Ziyan on his bed, and took off his shoes.

He sat by the bed and looked at Song Ziyan lovingly for a while.

Get up and go to the table.

He opened the cabinet, took out a pack of facial wipes, opened it, and pulled out one.

He leaned over and whispered in Song Ziyan's ear, "Wipe your face and sleep well. Wife."

After finishing speaking, Jin Zhonghe's heart fluttered, and the appearance of Song Ziyan's little wife wearing an apron during the day appeared in his mind, and he kept shouting: "Wife, my little Yan wife."

Song Ziyan's ears seemed to be itchy from his breathing, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his head was slightly tilted.

Kim Jong Hyuk laughed, put down the wipes, went to the kitchen, and took out a new apron.

He returned to the bedroom, looked at Song Ziyan, his eyes became more and more loving.

He pretended to ask softly, "Xiaoyan, can you wear it again for me to see?"

Of course Song Ziyan couldn't answer.

Taking care of himself, Jin Zhonghyuk put the apron around Song Ziyan's neck, without the belt around his waist, and put it directly behind Song Ziyan's waist.

Even so, Song Ziyan's slender waist was still revealed.

Jin Jong Hyuk stared at it for a while, then suddenly knelt down on one knee and grabbed Song Ziyan's waist with both hands.

For two or three seconds, he smiled foolishly and let go.

"I won't bother you for the time being." Kim Jong Hyuk picked up a wet towel and carefully wiped Song Ziyan's face.

Take out a few more and wipe your hands.

"Okay. It's clean." Jin Zhonghyuk held Song Ziyan's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it.

Then, kiss again.

He suppressed the urge to keep kissing, put Song Ziyan's hand down, and took off his apron.

Kim Jong Hyuk went to the bathroom and filled a basin with hot water.

He put it in front of the bed: "It's more comfortable to sleep after washing your feet. Of course, there are also..."

Kim Jong Hyuk took off Song Ziyan's socks, and the white | tender foot that stuck out of the bed during the day appeared in front of his eyes again.

Jin Jonghyuk's gaze suddenly became deep|deep, and for a moment, he ignored the changes in his body, squatted down, easily held Song Ziyan's thin ankle with one hand, and began to wash his feet.

The more he washed, the deeper his eyes became.

Song Ziyan's skin was fair and delicate, and when he touched hot water, his ten beautiful toes turned slightly pink.

Jin Jong Hyuk slowed down, and the bedroom fell into silence for a while.

Only the drops of water rolled down from Song Ziyan's feet remained, hitting the water, tick-tock-tick.

Tick-tick.

Jin Jong Hyuk looked at it, and suddenly, he lowered his head.

Then, he gently placed a long kiss on the back of Song Ziyan's foot.

"Huh. Not enough."

Kim Jong Hyuk said to himself, like a dog, he licked Song Ziyan's instep.

not enough.

Two strokes, three strokes.

not enough.Phew, I can't.

Jin Zhonghyuk tried his best to restrain himself, quickly washed Song Ziyan's feet, wiped them clean, and covered him with a quilt.

He opened the closet and took out the thing that belonged to Song Ziyan that he kept privately last night.

He has used it once.

"Before we get back together, let him accompany me first." Jin Zhonghe rubbed the tip of his nose against Song Ziyan's ear.

……

Jin Jong Hyuk stayed in the bathroom for more than half an hour, washed it and hung it between his clothes in the corner of the balcony.

He dried his hair and went back to the bedroom.

Song Ziyan, who was on his bed, slept soundly, and the blush on his cheeks had not faded from drunkenness.

With tender eyes, Jin Zhonghyuk turned on the wall lamp, picked up the phone, picked up Song Ziyan and went back to bed.

He didn't seem to have any intention of going back to his bed.

He set the alarm clock, 05:30 in the morning.

Then, Kim Jong Hyuk put the phone on the bedside table, lifted the quilt, hugged Song Ziyan, buried him in his neck and took a deep breath, not daring to do anything else.

"Goodnight, wife."

The author has something to say: Kim Jong Hyuk is shameless (pointing and pointing)