Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Chapter 135 Dormitory Secrets (31)

The weather has turned cooler recently, with a large temperature difference between morning and evening.

Zhou Jin took a taxi over, and as soon as he got off the car, he saw Jiang Que sitting pitifully on the steps by the roadside. He was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and was shivering from the cold while hugging himself.

Zhou Jin felt sorry for him at first, until he saw the expensive coat he was sitting on.

Only later did I realize that I had been fooled.

It's really pitiful for a man to have bad luck all his life.

He is such a jerk that he actually believed what this dog said!!

The coat that he had been holding like a treasure all the way here was thrown onto Jiang Que's handsome face, which was hard to ignore, like trash.

"Why aren't you freezing to death?" Zhou Jin's face was sour with anger.

Jiang Que raised his eyebrows and took off the coat covering his face: "If I die, will you find the next one?"

Zhou Jin glared at him: "Or do you want me to be a widow for you? If you die, I will immediately find a new, sweet and soft girl to marry."

After Zhou Jin finished speaking, he met Jiang Que's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

His heart suddenly tightened, and something seemed to pass through his mind, but before he could grab it, it slipped away.

This conversation...

I feel like I have said this somewhere, but I can’t remember where.

Jiang Que looked at Zhou Jin's conflicted eyes, but didn't force him.

Youyou reached out to him, her eyes twinkling: "Baby, pull me up, I've been drinking and can't get up."

The beauty system that knows everything: [……]

The man is half drunk and will act until you cry.

Zhou Jin was soft-hearted. Even though he cursed at Jiang Que, he still couldn't bear to leave him on the roadside.

Although he was very angry, his mood this time was obviously different from the last time he came to pick up Jiang Que.

Zhou Jin raised his hand to hail a taxi on the side of the road, and pulled Jiang Que, who was lying on the ground and unwilling to get up by himself, up.

Because he was tall, Jiang Que's head hit the frame of the car. He covered his head and crawled into the back seat to complain: "Wife, you are so fierce."

"..."

You speak like a locomotive.

I don’t know if it’s because Jiang Que was drunk, but he didn’t look as arrogant as usual, as if the whole world owed him money.

After hitting his head, he covered his head and shrank in the car. Zhou Jin didn't try to comfort him, and he didn't say anything either. He just leaned against the car window quietly, as if he was sleeping.

Even when he got home, he refused to get out of the car and pretended not to hear what Zhou Jin said.

Zhou Jin controlled his temper.

Don't argue with a drunk person.

Zhou Jin had no choice but to turn his head away after the driver dug his toes into the ground.

Zhou Jin awkwardly kissed Jiang Que on the lips: "Let's go, go home first."

Someone went down reluctantly.

Just after returning home, without even having time to change his shoes, someone, under the influence of alcohol, pushed Zhou Jin to the entrance and kissed him deeply.

Zhou Jin stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the wall: "Light, I'll turn on the light."

Jiang Que hugged Zhou Jin and sat him on the shoe cabinet. Without listening to him, he lifted Zhou Jin's shirt and buried his head in the dark room.

Zhou Jin held Jiang Que's head through his clothes, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

...

When Zhou Jin woke up in the morning, he felt a headache, as if he was the one who had a hangover from drinking last night.

He was too sleepy to take a shower last night, and his body still smelled of alcohol from someone's kiss. It wasn't the strong smell of low-quality alcohol, but the light, naturally fermented aroma of alcohol.

Someone who had been busy all night fell asleep beside him. Zhou Jin gently took away his big hand that was on him, but accidentally saw the scratches on his back caused by his nails.

Every obvious scratch means how cruel this person was last night.

Zhou Jin looked at his fingers and suddenly smiled.

It seems that I forgot to cut my nails.

Then, in the warm light shining through the white screen window.

Zhou Jin leaned over slightly and gave a non-sexual kiss to the cheek of the man who was sleeping quietly on the bed.

My eyes and heart are filled with the person in front of me.

Her fingertips lightly lifted the loose hair on the man's forehead, wishing she could melt him into her bones and blood.

good Morning.

my sweetheart.