Marrying an old-fashioned scientific researcher

Qi Bai felt that it was troublesome to wash his hair during this time and wanted to cut his hair short, but Jiang Jianzhi said that he could do it for him.

As if he knew Jiang Jianzhi's concerns, Qi Bai added that he was wearing clothes and was a decent person.

Professor Jiang who just thinks it's not good to wash your hair at night: "..."

There is a hair dryer at home. Jiang Jianzhi puts his hand on the doorknob, sinks his wrist, and pushes the bathroom door inward. There is no accumulation of fog in summer to block his sight in winter. When the door is opened, Professor Jiang can see the scene of the bathroom.

After seeing Qi Bai inside, Professor Jiang's body suddenly froze as he entered the door, his pupils trembled slightly, and the hand holding the cold metal doorknob subconsciously tightened a little.

Jiang Jianzhi froze.

It is true that Qi Bai has finished taking a shower, and his clothes are well dressed, he did not dig a hole in his back, waist and shoulders, and covered everything that should be covered, but...

The impact is no less than that unruly shirt:

Qi Bai was wearing a black shirt at this time. The clothes were very long and loose. The long sleeves covered half of his palms. The hem of the clothes reached his thighs. Under the black shirt were two white and straight legs...

He didn't wear the casual big pants he usually wears at home.

Black and white are two extreme color contrasts, and the effect is super doubled.

The point is that for the convenience of washing his hair, Qi Bai was lying in a clean bathtub, with his left leg in plaster on the edge of the bathtub, his right leg in the bathtub, his legs spread wide apart, his posture was quite informal and very heroic.

Qi Bai didn't intend to be so unreserved, but the airtight plastic wrap was wrapped in a sultry heat, and he tore it off after taking a shower. He was afraid of getting water when washing his hair, so he could only lift it up.

Unlike a barbershop at home, there are reclining chairs specially used for shampooing. Fortunately, the bathtub at home is very expensive, and it is very ergonomic, and it does not tire the neck when lying down.

After Professor Jiang entered, he didn't even know where to put his eyes.

"Yanyan..." His voice seemed to be rough.

Qi Bai didn't realize it, and turned his head to look at him:

"Professor Jiang, what are you doing standing there?"

This was the first time that Qi Bai saw such strong bewilderment and panic in Professor Jiang's eyes. He didn't show it on his face, but he was about to laugh out loud in his heart.

Jiang Jianzhi: "..."

Professor Jiang pursed his lower lip and looked at Qi Bai with a dark look in his eyes.

Jiang Jianzhi didn't approach the bathtub, his eyes quickly swept across his straight and bare legs, and his voice was not as calm and calm as before:

"I'll get you some pants."

Before Professor Jiang turned around, Qi Bai hurriedly called out to him: "I have washed my pajamas."

Professor Jiang: "...?"

Qi Bai's steamed legs can't be worn with slim pants. These days, he has replaced them with sports pants and casual pants.

Jiang Jianzhi raised his eyes to look at Qi Bai, and met his gaze, the latter's expression was innocent:

"I have no clothes to wear. The clothes on my body are still yours. Professor Jiang, didn't you see that?"

When two men are together, it is equivalent to having an extra wardrobe of clothes. Most of Professor Jiang's clothes are classic styles, which are not easy to go out of style but easy to match.

It's a pity that Qi Bai is shorter than Jiang Jianzhi, and Professor Jiang's clothes are one size bigger than him.

But Qi Bai opened his eyes and lied, saying that he could wear Jiang Jianzhi's clothes.

Professor Jiang, who is obsessed with cleanliness, doesn't mind Qi Yanyan wearing his own clothes, let him do as he pleases.

So today Qi Bai carried the 'pajamas' he took out from the closet into the bathroom.

Don't look at evil, Professor Jiang, who is as careful as a hair, only stares at Qi Bai's face, how can he pay attention to whether Qi Bai is wearing his own clothes?

Hearing what Qi Bai said, Jiang Jianzhi moved his gaze down, glanced at it, and moved away quickly as if he had been burned.

It was indeed his clothes.

It's still the one I always wear.

Professor Jiang: "..."

Jiang Jianzhi suddenly felt thirsty.

After waiting for a while, Professor Jiang still didn't make any next move, Qi Bai raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to speak, Jiang Jianzhi raised his hand and rolled up his sleeve.

Professor Jiang seemed to have returned to his usual calm and composure. The distance from the door to the bathtub was a few steps away, and his pace was slow.

Qi Bai really likes the old-fashioned face with a straight and serious face, his movements are obviously gentle but full of lust, and he stares at Jiang Jianzhi without blinking his eyes.

Take off the shower, sit by the bathtub, adjust the water temperature...

Professor Jiang began to wash the little boyfriend's hair.

Jiang Jianzhi had never washed anyone's hair before, and his business was obviously rusty, but his nails were neatly trimmed and his fingertips pressed hard, and Qi Bai didn't feel any pain during the whole process.

Shampoo and massage, Qi Bai would have fallen asleep lying in the bathtub if he hadn't been thinking that he still had important things to do.

After washing and blowing my hair, Professor Jiang did it for me. Qi Baiwan also had a broken hand, so it was rare to be obedient.

"Okay." Jiang Jianzhi turned off the hair dryer and pinched the back of Qi Bai's neck:

"The collar is wet, change it."

After speaking, Jiang Jianzhi opened the cloakroom and personally chose a clean one for Qi Bai. It was his own, but it felt better on the skin and was more suitable for sleeping.

Qi Bai holding clean clothes: "...?"

Professor Jiang went back to the study to deal with the unfinished work, Qi Bai sat on the bed, looked at the white shirt in his hand with a sullen face and doubted life.

Qi Bai's boyfriend-style shirt, missing lower body, fake wet body temptation...

The elements are complete, but Jiang Jianzhi remained unmoved the whole time after the initial panic, even thinking about his student's thesis!

The theory guru couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Qi Bai lowered his head and looked: Is it because his legs are not long enough, and his legs are not good-looking enough?

Or is it that Professor Jiang is more tolerant than Liu Xiahui with his heart like a rock?

He casually tied up his blow-dried hair behind his head, changed into a wet black shirt, and Qi Baimu put on a dry white shirt.

Qi Bai, the former school grass of Nantah University's art department and the fairy school grass in the eyes of his juniors, felt a little frustrated in his self-confidence.

When Jiang Jianzhi packed up and went back to the room, he saw Qi Bai wrapped in a cool summer quilt, lying on the bed with a long length, like an autistic silkworm.

Sensing the movement of Jiang Jian on the bed, Qi Bai maintained his original movement and turned his back to him.

Displeasure written all over the back.

Jiang Jianzhi, who was lying beside Qi Bai, was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand to touch Qi Bai's shoulder.

As soon as the fingertips touched him, Qi Bai's muffled voice came from his back:

"I want to sleep naked today, with no clothes on. You get another quilt."

Professor Jiang: "..."

His fingers were stiff, Professor Jiang sighed almost imperceptibly, stretched out his hand and was hugged in his arms, sighed very softly, and called his name.

Qi Bai, who has practiced boxing since he was a child, has no problem fighting four out of one. He is not a coy person, but when Jiang Jianzhi's chest covered him behind him, a trace of inexplicable grievance suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't all because he was greedy for Professor Jiang's body, but he suddenly realized that after they fell in love, Jiang Jianzhi seemed to always remain rational.

Professor Jiang has his own pace, and he is the only one who is out of his mind all day long.

Qi Bai doesn't doubt Jiang Jianzhi, and he also remembers that this person is kind to him, but at this time, he inevitably feels a little frustrated...

In short, Qi Bai was upset and angry.

Angry Jiang Jianzhi is also angry with himself.

But Qi Bai couldn't say it because of his anger, so he kept a cold face and didn't speak, sulking.

No matter how weak his emotional perception ability was, and no matter how indifferent his temperament was, Professor Jiang could also sense the changes in Qi Bai's mood before and after.

With the warm light of the desk lamp, Jiang Jianzhi looked at the back of Qi Bai's stubborn head, did not speak, but leaned over and kissed him on the top of his head.

It was a very gentle kiss, but Qi Bai felt it, and immediately curled his lips, feeling even more annoyed——

Kiss, kiss, you, Young Master Chen, can't do anything but kiss? !

Thinking of this, Qi Bai turned around angrily, stared at Jiang Jianzhi, before he could speak, Jiang Jianzhi kissed his lips without saying a word, blocking all the words he wanted to say next.

Qi Bai froze for a moment, then bit the tip of his tongue as if venting his anger.

How annoying is this man!

There was a fire in the hearts of both of them, and the good night kiss tonight was more intense than before, with you coming and going.

Qi Bai thought that the old man was simply kissing and hugging this time, so Jiang Jianzhi was still angry when he kissed him, and when Jiang Jianzhi reached into the quilt to hold his waist, he disappeared without a trace.

Qi Bai has never booed with anyone else, but he thinks that no one is more comfortable to kiss than Professor Jiang.

The smell on Professor Jiang's body is clean and clear. Whether it is kissing or hugging him, it is a kind of enjoyment, which drags people into a deep sink.

Beauty misleads others, and when he met Jiang Jianzhi, Qi Bai became dizzy.

angry?What are you angry about?

do not remember.

Master Qi is so promising.

Before he was out of breath, Qi Bai pushed Jiang Jianzhi's shoulder to pull the distance between the two of them, breathing unsteadily, he said:

"Wait, slowly..."

Professor Jiang was a bit fierce today, Qi Bai couldn't stand it.

Looking at his pupils with a thin layer of mist, Jiang Jianzhi's voice was hoarse: "...OK."

Qi Bai thought this meant 'truce', and grabbed Jiang Jianzhi's soft clothes and closed his eyes. Before he could calm down his unbalanced heartbeat, he put his hand on Jiang Jianzhi's waist.

Qi Bai: "?"

The eyes that were originally half-closed suddenly widened, and his legs moved uncontrollably, looking at Jiang Jianzhi with surprise and shock.

"Jiang—" Qi Bai wanted to call Jiang Jianzhi, but his tone changed when the words came to his lips, and he shut up instantly.

The hand on the waist moved down, the theory master began to get nervous, his heartbeat was like bungee jumping——

'Boom, boom, boom --' deafening.

As if someone lit a fire on him, Qi Bai's whole body burned, his face, neck and ears exposed to the air were red all over, and his eyes blinked non-stop.

Kissing Qi Bai's forehead comfortingly, Jiang Jianzhi whispered something in his ear, and then said:

"Yanyan, your legs can't move..."

Even at this time, Professor Jiang's expression and tone didn't fluctuate much, but the hands under the quilt were completely opposite to his indifferent expression.

The contrast was too great, Qi Yanyan couldn't bear the stimulation, and he couldn't remember what Jiang Jianzhi said later, his mind became muddy and messed up, and he completely lost the ability to think.

Grandpa Qi can't be unrestrained anymore, like a piece of sliced ​​fish, Professor Ren Jiang butchered it, rounded it and flattened it.

……

I don't know how long it took, Qi Bai frowned and snorted, dizzy for a while.

There are some flowers in my mind.

Before he could react, Professor Jiang got up to get a tissue.

Qi Bai, whose face was so hot that he could fry an egg, couldn't say a word, and watched Jiang Jianzhi go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

As an adult and healthy person, Qi Bai occasionally solves it by himself, but the number of times is very small, because he finds it meaningless.

However, he only realized today that he and others... feel like they are different from each other every day.

Although they didn't do it, Qi Bai's scalp was already numb.

Professor Jiang's hand...

It's fucking exciting!

The author has something to say:

Professor Jiang: That's all I've learned.

noob:……? ?