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

Song Yao's steps were unsteady and he could only stand firmly by leaning against the wall. Jiang Que went over to open the door, and Song Yao fell on his back and rubbed his drunken face against him.

"Brother Jiang." The young man called out in a sticky voice.

Jiang Que didn't respond to him. Just after he entered the password and opened the door, the boy suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed the back of his neck.

Due to the sudden action, Jiang Que couldn't help but release pheromones into the boy's nose, just like breaking a bottle of expensive perfume. The rich smell even covered the smell of alcohol on Song Yao.

Because he was used to it, Song Yao did not feel that this pheromone was aggressive. Instead, he tried his best to restrain himself from touching him.

The more the man wanted to escape, the closer the boy stuck to him.

"Song Yao." Jiang Que put his hand on the door and spoke to the young man.

"Hmm?" The boy closed his eyes and rubbed his face against his back.

Jiang Que led the man into the house to change shoes. Song Yao clung to Jiang Que and was unwilling to let go. As a result, the man lifted him up with both hands and made him sit on the shoe cabinet.

"How much did you drink to get so drunk?"

The man in a suit half-knelt on the ground and reverently took off the small white shoes of the young man sitting high up.

The man's tall and straight figure was willing to bend for the boy. The boy, who was sitting on the shoe cabinet and staggering because of drunkenness, looked down at the man at his feet.

Suddenly, he smiled and made an OK gesture to Jiang Que: "That's all I drank."

Jiang Que looked up at him and raised his eyebrows: "Three bottles?"

"Hmm." Song Yao shook his head and said proudly, "Sankou, I'm awesome, right?"

"..."

It's quite amazing.

Sankou, you are so proud! !

The amount of wine I brew in my stomach from a meal is more than what you drink.

Jiang Que took off his shoes and put on slippers.

Song Yao hung on Jiang Que face to face like a tree kangaroo, and was held in the room by Jiang Que's hands.

Song Yao wrapped his legs around Jiang Que's waist and put his hands around his neck. As Jiang Que walked, the boy couldn't help but kiss him.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of men's pheromones lingered around. Song Yao was thrown onto the bed. When he looked at Jiang Que, his eyes were filled with unpleasant desire: "Brother Jiang, you want me, please."

Not only Jiang Que, the boy himself was about to explode.

I can do anything, but I always stop at the end.

Song Yao wanted to buy medicine for him.

Anyway, if it doesn't work this time, he will just go buy it and buy a larger dose.

Jiang Que looked at the person below him, thinking that there was only one step left in the mission, and endured it: "You are drunk, maybe next time."

He will go look for a job tomorrow.

Jiang Que let go of the boy, but before he could let go, he was grabbed.

"Brother Jiang..." The boy's tears fell onto the pillow along the corners of his eyes: "I'm not drunk, I know what I'm doing."

His body just wasn't under his control, but his mind was still clear.

The young man held Jiang Que tightly with his fingers and was unwilling to let go. He stared at him with tears dropping down his face.

The boy who had never cried once even after being bullied by the Lu family actually cried because of this.

Is it the decline of morality or the distortion of human nature?

Grass! !

Jiang Que cursed.

It’s better not to do the task!!

Why should I endure this? I can’t win any prize!

Song Yao, who had not finished crying, didn't react and was suddenly turned over by Jiang Que, and his crying was muffled by the quilt.

Jiang Que dragged his legs down, lifted his waist up, and his deep voice echoed in Song Yao's ears.

"Don't regret what you said."

"Brother Jiang!!"

...

The streets late at night are quieter than at any other time. The heat of the day turns into a breeze at night, bringing coolness and blowing away people's day's fatigue.

On an ordinary night, an ordinary 24-hour pharmacy suddenly welcomed a customer wearing a beige windbreaker.

The man was tall and handsome, and the noble aura he exuded woke up the clerk who was still dozing off.

The clerk, who was still fantasizing about a beautiful encounter, was shattered by the medicine the man asked for.

It's late at night, what a pity.

She is so beautiful, who is talking to her?