Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

The morning bell rang, and Junque opened his eyes tiredly. When his thoughts returned, he realized what ridiculous things he had done last night.

No, it should be said that she, or "he" did something ridiculous.

"Yan..." He opened his mouth and found that his throat was dry, and it seemed that he couldn't say "Miss Yin" out of his mouth.

"Get up...Ayan."

Zhou Jiangyan slowly opened his eyes. His face looked soft and fragile under the sunlight, and there was no trace of his bravery and prowess last night.

His eyes touched Junque, but he quickly looked back as if he had been burned. Zhou Jiangyan's Adam's apple rolled tremblingly, like a butterfly of light and shadow, which would shatter and scatter with the slightest touch, disappearing with the wind.

Really, I was obviously the one who was..., but I just couldn't bear to scold him.

"Ayan, don't you want to get up?"

The voice unconsciously softened, as if to soothe a butterfly that was on the verge of being broken. The hoarse voice became more alluring at this moment, even adding a bit of sexual abstinence.

Zhou Jiangyan lowered his head as if he was hiding something and said nothing, but the look in his eyes was enough to explain everything.

At this moment, Junque seemed to vaguely understand. Why would a good person like Xiangyan Jiang Zhou be so eager to be liked by others, even so... eager?

"Ayan... I like you." There seemed to be some distress in his eyes. Junque leaned forward and hugged Zhou Jiangyan, leaned into his ear and said, "What I like is you. No matter how you change, I will still like you." , I like every one of you.”

Zhou Jiangyan poked his head out of the quilt, looking as delicate as possible. As if to prove it, Junque directly kissed Zhou Jiangyan's lips sideways.

Zhou Jiangyan smiled, and paired with the slight sadness between his dark eyebrows, it was so beautiful. In fact, he also wanted to laugh in his heart, but he just laughed at himself. Without saying a word, Junque performed an affectionate one-man show that moved him.

"Junque..." The red lips trembled slightly, and the sadness in Zhou Jiangyan's eyes was like a kiss, penetrating into his heart with gentle means; like a blade, it made him full of passion and poured all his blood on the rose.

The voice is as gentle as ever, an ethereal and melodious female voice, the sound of a gentle drizzle that moistens things and is refreshing.

"Ayan, why are you..."

Zhou Jiangyan knew what he wanted to ask, but he didn't let him continue. He just shook his head and lowered his eyes slightly, as if he contained everything in the world, so soft that his bones were soft.

"Sorry, Junque... maybe I can't tell you everything now, but I will definitely make it clear to you after we get married."

"Do you...believe me?"

The eyes suddenly raised, and the black pupils were still as calm as before, but there were a few more traces of lingering in them. They were not as empty as usual, but more charming.

"Why not? I like you... I have given myself to you." Junque seemed a little helpless when he said this, but the sweetness on his lips betrayed his joy.

"Well, I will be responsible for you." Holding Junque in his arms, Zhou Jiangyan's eyes gradually became colder where he couldn't see him, and he smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, "Take me back to the wheelchair, please."

"Also...your clothes were torn by me last night. See if you can wear this one."

Junque carried Zhou Jiangyan into the wheelchair and saw him conjuring a pure white hooded sweatshirt out of thin air. He reached out to take it and put it on.

He raised his hand, put the hood of the sweatshirt on his hand, and pulled it down a lot. He smiled inexplicably and said, "That dress doesn't matter. I also like this dress very much."

Zhou Jiangyan said calmly: "As long as it's suitable."

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Since then...

On the third day, a man died.

On the fourth day, another person died.

On the fifth day, only two people were left.