Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ji Lin has lived for twenty-five years and has never done anything wrong.

However, at this moment he was like a thief, afraid that Ling Zhao would wake up, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

But he never knew that kissing could be addictive.

Tell yourself over and over again: withdraw after kissing, one more kiss and Ling Zhao will wake up, Ji Lin, you can't continue to degenerate...

But he kissed Ling Zhao carefully once, twice...

He wasn't even satisfied with this posture.

With one hand on the car door and the other on the back of the chair, he hunched over, completely covering Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao, who was drunk and fell asleep, licked his upper lip unconsciously.

Ji Lin's mind suddenly went blank and his whole body felt hot.

He looked at Ling Zhao's long eyelashes pressing against his eyelids.

He couldn't bully Ling Zhao while he was asleep, couldn't push his luck, and couldn't let the situation develop into a situation he couldn't control...

Fuck it, no, just kiss first!

The designated driver heard slight noise coming from the back seat of the car.

He often works as a designated driver and has picked up many men and women.

Naturally, this sound is a bit familiar.

But when I think about the two men who got on the car just now.

And they are two particularly stunning Asian faces.

The driver couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror out of curiosity.

All that caught my eye was the man's hunched back and his arms with bulging veins leaning against the car door.

There were endless suggestive noises between the two of them.

Even though the driver had seen a lot of big scenes, he still blushed.

I've seen gay people, but I've never seen such a handsome guy.

Only young people know how to play.

Ji Lin still had a trace of rationality left. Before Ling Zhao's head moved as if he was about to wake up, he reluctantly let go of Ling Zhao.

"Stop the car in front." He instructed the designated driver in a low voice.

Then he took out a pack of paper from the storage box in the car.

The designated driver stopped the car.

Ji Lincai pretended to wake Ling Zhao up.

Ling Zhao opened his eyes dazedly and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

He just fell asleep, why did he feel like he was drooling?

But when I wiped my mouth, I didn't drool.

Looking at his silly look, Ji Lin felt guilty and wanted to laugh.

"Can you go?" he asked in a low voice.

Ling Zhao nodded, "I'm just sleepy, not drunk."

Ji Lin felt distressed when he saw his stubborn look.

He pushed open the door and got out, then quickly walked around the back of the car to open the door on the other side and held out his hand, "Come down."

Ling Zhao glanced at the hand in front of him. If it were in the past, he would have slapped it away without hesitation.

But he is drunk now.

With a confused expression on his face, he tilted his head and glanced at Ji Lin.

She actually stretched out her hand obediently and placed it on Ji Lin's palm.

When Ji Lin saw that he was really drunk, his heart softened. He held his hand tightly and led him out of the car.

The car stopped right in front of Ling Zhao's house.

A gust of wind blew away some of the drunkenness.

Ling Zhao came back to his senses, pulled his hand away, and said, "I can go in by myself."

"I'll take you back to your room." Ji Lin insisted.

But Ling Zhao was now more sober. He knew that Ji Lin sent him home late at night and that he was drunk, so the nanny might tell Ling Feng.

In a fit of rage, Ling Feng would cut off his mother's medical expenses.

Sky-high medical bills.

He shook his head, more insistent than Ji Lin, "Go back and rest quickly, I'm already at the doorstep, what else are you worried about?"

He insisted again and again, and Ji Lin thought about forcibly carrying the man on his shoulders and sending him into the house, but Ling Zhao had already stepped onto the stairs and waved at him.

"Go back quickly."

He didn't even give Ji Lin time to say goodbye to him. He turned around, opened the door and walked into the room.

Ji Lin stood by the fence with colorful lights on it. He waited until the view from Ling Zhao's room came through the window before he turned around and got into the car.

His house and Ling Zhao's house were about ten minutes' walk apart, and the car arrived quickly.

After Ji Lin paid the fee, the designated driver left.

He was sitting alone in the car, in the same seat as before.

He turned his head and glanced at the place where Ling Zhao had originally sat.

I began to uncontrollably recall my first kiss.

The more Ji Lin recalled, the more angry he became.

He spread his legs, hunched his back, and sighed.

This cannot go on any longer.

Ji Lin seemed to have made up his mind, "Just treat tonight as a dream. From now on, Ling Zhao and I will just be friends like before."

He knew very well what would happen if things continued to develop.

But he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and he would never let himself go to that step.

Just as he was about to get off the car, he saw the clothes he and Ling Zhao had changed into in the clothing store.

In a paper bag.

He got out of the car carrying a paper bag.

After entering the door, take out the clothes.

His clothes were placed together with Ling Zhao's.

Ling Zhao's was a loose short-sleeved shirt in contrasting colors.

As Ji Lin looked at it, he couldn't help but pick up the clothes and smell it.

There is that faint sweet milky aroma again.

He clutched the clothes tightly as if out of control, pressed them completely against his nose, and took a deep breath.

When he realized that he was behaving like a pervert, Ji Lin growled a little madly.

I had just brainwashed myself before getting off the bus, and I can’t sink into this anymore.

In the blink of an eye, he was slapped in the face.

Ji Lin grabbed their clothes and ran straight to the laundry room and threw them into the washing machine.

Looking at the two pieces of clothes tangled together in the washing machine after being soaked in water, some pornographic images flashed through Ji Lin's mind, and he wanted to slap himself.

He quickly went upstairs and took a cold shower for more than half an hour. The skin on his fingertips was wrinkled, but his mind flashed back to when he kissed Ling Zhao and Ling Zhao unconsciously responded to his tongue.

Ji Lin: "...There's no hope, right?"

……

Ji Lin resisted the urge to go see Ling Zhao for a week, trying to calm himself down.

But every night before going to bed, the scene of the two kissing would always appear in his mind.

As a result, the more I want to calm down, the harder it is to control myself.

Even on a dark and windy night, he had a dream.

It is a dream that Ling Zhao cannot know.

He finally couldn't help but suggest to Ling Zhao that he should ask him if he had time to have dinner together or just go for a stroll.

Ling Zhao called him back.

"I'm sorry, Ji Lin. My mother is not feeling well. I have to go to London."

"I'll go with you." Ji Lin blurted out.

Ling Zhao thought that Ling Feng would also go, so he rejected him, "No need, just study hard, I will contact you when I come back."

And so, Ling Zhao went to London.

Ji Lin couldn't see Ling Zhao and felt a burning anger in his heart. Just then he heard a call from the bodyguard he had sent out to find out when Zhong Li would come to Zurich again.

Zhong Li came to Zurich again.

That night, Ji Lin drove to an entertainment club.

He pushed open the private room where Zhong Li was, and Zhong Li was playing billiard.

When I saw Zhong Li holding a fair-skinned boy in his arms.

Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, then he picked up a pool cue and ruthlessly attacked Zhong Li's chest, arms, thighs, and ankles like he used to hold a sword.

He kicked Zhong Li and said fiercely, "Bastard!"

Zhong Lixiao missed Ling Zhao so much that he found a substitute who looked like Ling Zhao, which was disgusting.

No one knows what Zhong Li is doing behind the scenes!