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

It was not until he returned to the dormitory and opened the red envelope that he discovered it was a check.

Zhou Jin counted carefully and almost got scared.

Is it wrong, or is there no decimal point?

Zhou Jin was really afraid that he had made a mistake, so he held the book in his hand unsteadily and ran to find Jiang Que.

Jiang Que, who was washing up in the bathroom, glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

It’s a lot given, just one cent away from one million.

He probably thought that Zhou Jin had to suffer with him, so he supported this guy.

"Those two old men are very smart, they definitely won't make any mistakes, just keep it."

Jiang Que finished washing up and went out. Zhou Jin followed him in a daze, holding the check.

Even though it was a windfall, I still felt a little scared holding it in my hands.

He couldn't sleep well without money.

Now that he has money, he sleeps even more restlessly.

The salary is so high even if you go to Jiang's house to chat with the elders.

Then his family must be very rich.

It was only today that Zhou Jin intuitively realized the gap in wealth between him and Jiang Que.

Others can easily spend a million dollars, but he has to save for a long time to buy his favorite shoes with a few thousand dollars.

At night, Zhou Jin began to dream again.

He was thrown into a pile of money by Jiang Que. He gritted his teeth and knelt on the money, holding the money tightly in his hands, with Jiang Que behind him.

Zhou Jin woke up in fright again.

He took a piece of paper from the bedside and wiped the sheets, then rolled them into a ball, poured some detergent on them and threw them into the washing machine downstairs.

Zhou Jin has gotten used to washing bed sheets as he dreams about it almost every night.

It seems... it was only on Saturday night at Jiang Que's house that he didn't have any contact with her in his dream, otherwise he would have been so embarrassed.

Zhou Jin went upstairs to wash up. It was just past six o'clock, so he wanted to go for a morning run and punch in.

Just after washing his face, Jiang Que got out of bed in a daze, leaned against the bathroom door and asked him: "Going for a run?"

The man was so sleepy that he didn't even want to open his eyes.

Zhou Jin nodded, and when he found that this guy didn't open his eyes, he said "hmm" softly.

"Is that so?" Jiang Que yawned, walked back to the bed to get his phone, fiddled with it for a while, then handed it to Zhou Jin: "Please clock in for me too, thank you."

This thing also needs to be recorded for credits.

Jiang Que logged into a running app with his student account and asked Zhou Jin to run with him.

Zhou Jin's hands were wet after washing his face so he didn't take it. Jiang Que thought he didn't agree, so he took out the two hundred and fifty yuan that Zhou Jin had given him that day and put it in his trouser pocket together with the phone.

Zhou Jin was a little confused.

Jiang Que looked at him in a daze and woke up a little from his doze. His hands were still in Zhou Jin's trouser pockets. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he smiled.

Before Zhou Jin could react, Jiang Que grabbed the trouser pockets on both sides of Zhou Jin's pants and pulled him towards himself. Zhou Jin lost his balance and fell forward. Someone's plan succeeded, and he lightly pecked Zhou Jin's moist lips that had just washed his face.

Zhou Jin's breathing stagnated and his eyes widened, but he didn't have time to lose his temper.

Jiang Que's dark eyes reflected the man in front of him, and he looked very proud: "Thank you."

After saying that, he let go of his trouser pocket and left the bathroom nonchalantly and arrogantly.

“Jiang Que!!” Zhou Jin reacted and got angry: “You didn’t brush your teeth!!”

He wiped his mouth desperately with the back of his hand and washed his face again.

Just as Zhou Jin was about to splash water on his face, Jiang Que, who had just gone out, fell back.

With a smug smile on his face, he raised his hand and grabbed the back of Zhou Jin's collar, who was burying his face in the basin and rubbing his mouth.

He closed the toilet door with his foot, grabbed Zhou Jin's hands forcefully and arrogantly, pushed him against the sink, and kissed him.

This time was different from before. It wasn't just a light touch, but a direct prying open of Zhou Jin's lips for a deep kiss.

Zhou Jin's eyes were blazing with anger after being kissed again. He struggled to fight back, but found that this guy was very strong. His mouth seemed to have a suction cup and he kissed him to death.

Zhou Jin's upper body kept leaning back as he was kissed. Someone simply released the hands that were restraining him, and instead held his head with one hand to stabilize him, and held his waist with the other hand.

Zhou Jin didn’t know how to kiss, and his breathing was intermittent. Just when he felt he was about to suffocate, he bit Jiang Que’s lower lip.

"Hiss..." Jiang Que let go of him and raised his hand to wipe it. Not only was the skin broken, but there was also blood.

Zhou Jin stared at him, leaning back on the sink with both hands, breathing heavily: "Jiang Que, you deserve it, are you sick?!"

Jiang Que pursed his lips to stop the bleeding, and without getting annoyed, he raised his hand to wipe Zhou Jin's lips that were red and swollen from his kiss, with a smile in his eyes that he didn't hide at all: "It's so nice to kiss you, wash your face again."

"Jiang Que!!!"

"Shh." Jiang Que covered his lips and said, "There are people in the dormitory. Don't wake them up."

Finally, he kissed her again, "Please bring me breakfast after you run. Thank you for your hard work."

"..."

I wouldn't feel tired if I could kill you now!!

Grass! !

Is this person sick? !

Why are you looking for him to send him a message so early in the morning? !