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

Zhou Jin felt uncomfortable, but still had to go to class.

Fortunately, he had cultural classes in the afternoon, so it didn’t have much impact.

Zhou Jin had just arrived at the multi-purpose classroom and found a seat to sit down when a man who had been following him came in leisurely, turned over his chair and sat quietly next to him.

Zhou Jin: “…”

Is there something wrong with me? Why is he haunting me?

Zhou Jin moved to the side.

As a result, a classmate poked him with an apologetic look on his face: "Sorry, classmate, there is someone here."

Only then did Zhou Jin notice the book that had been placed on the table to occupy a space.

Jiang Que lay on the table, his face buried in his arms, trying to hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking.

Zhou Jin moved back with a sour face.

Stepping on someone's shoes of unknown brand.

Smile.

Before someone's foot landed, Jiang Que clamped his foot and laughed at him: "Why are you stepping on me in anger? It's not my seat."

I can bully you alone.

Zhou Jin pulled his legs hard.

His calf was entangled by Jiang Que's scissor kick and he couldn't pull it out. Just when he was about to beat him up, the teacher came.

She glared at someone before letting go of his feet in disappointment.

"What are you doing here?!" Zhou Jin opened the book and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Que leaned back on his chair, waiting for the teacher to call his name, and responded casually: "In class, are you only allowed to learn cultural knowledge? Student Zhou, you are very stubborn."

Zhou Jin: “…”

Zhou Jin didn't believe it because he had never met Jiang Que in his cultural classes before.

Until the teacher read out Jiang Que's name.

Although it is the last one and seems to be added temporarily, it is indeed there.

In the next class, Zhou Jin felt like he had a thorn in his throat and was sitting on pins and needles.

Dreaming at night.

Zhou Jin dreamed of the toilet scene again, but what was different from reality was that someone wanted him directly.

From time to time, students who were going to the toilet passed by. Although in a dream, Zhou Jin could feel his nervousness and the stimulation that he was not aware of at all.

Zhou Jin felt like he was going crazy.

How long will this broken dream last?

He now feels strange when looking at Jiang Que and can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.

Zhou Jin looked up this symptom online.

Netizens told him not to be afraid, as this was just a normal expression of liking someone.

As the saying goes, you have something to think about every day and something to dream about at night.

After the check, Zhou Jin felt even more scared.

He wouldn't be...really gay, right?

No way! !

Zhou Jin glanced at the person walking in front of him, holding his hand with one hand and carrying a bag with the other.

Against the light, Zhou Jin could only see his broad back.

Inside the bag was his favorite yogurt, which he had just bought from the grocery store.

Zhou Jin cannot deny it.

When he was with Jiang Que, no matter what he did, his emotions were never stable.

Is this like it?

Probably not.

But why is he not angry at all when Jiang Que holds his hand now?

...

The prop card is used on the last night.

Zhou Jin, who had been in a daze, opened his eyes and saw Jiang Que on his bed.

I don't know when he opened his blackout mosquito net and slipped in, then quietly closed it again, preventing any moonlight from outside from coming in.

Zhou Jin thought he was dreaming.

Because these few nights, I always dreamed of being with Jiang Que, but in different scenes.

In the darkness, Zhou Jin only saw a black shadow rustling over from the end of the bed, reaching into the quilt, helping him up from his sleep where he could not distinguish between dreams and reality, untied his belt with one hand, and dragged his head close to him.

Zhou Jin struggled for a moment, but only for a moment.

After Zhou Jin swallowed it, he was put back on the pillow and someone crawled into the bed and kissed him.

"Zhou Jin."

As the night fell, the man's deep voice slowly lowered into his ear and called out his name.

The elongated tail sound was like a seductive fairy picking up his tail and gently sweeping it across the tip of his heart.

Zhou Jin half-opened his eyes and responded with an unclear "hmm".

Someone held his hands, clasped them together, and held them up on the bedside, kissed him, and asked, "Do you want to be together?"

Zhou Jin's breathing paused for a moment and he didn't say anything.

Someone seemed a little disappointed and let go of him and was about to leave, but was suddenly caught by Zhou Jin.

"want."

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the dark shadow, not sure whether it wanted a kiss or the answer to the question just now.

Someone just chuckled and fell back to kiss him.

In the deep and quiet night, you can hear the cheerfulness in the man's laughter.