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

Sat on Song Yuan's bed for a while.

The yellow ceramic mug placed on the bedside table beside Jiang Que was constantly emitting steam in the small room due to the addition of hot water.

Because the place was small and there was nothing to eat or play with, after pouring the water, Song Yuan didn't know what to do after expressing his gratitude. He moved his feet and sat awkwardly on the other side of the bed, in the middle of the bed, two people away from Jiang Que.

The two of them just sat there, not chatting or playing with their phones.

Facing the wall, it was as awkward as if they were a couple who went out to get a room for the first time and wanted to do something but were not very familiar with each other.

Once the conversation gets cold, if you want to liven up the conversation, you have to come up with a bunch of awkward opening lines.

Song Yuan thought for a long time and didn't know what to say, feeling very uneasy.

She almost turned around to ask Jiang Que if he wanted a kiss to ease the awkwardness.

Maybe wait until the hot water cools down.

As Song Yuan's thoughts continued to converge, the man next to him reached out and picked up the water cup, put it to his lips, blew on it, and finally took a sip.

Song Yuan likes ceramic things, but all his previous ones were liquidated when his property was liquidated. He bought this cup for a huge sum of 38 yuan after he went bankrupt.

The water cup that he usually used was now in the hand of another person, who was holding the handle and putting his lips and teeth over the place where he usually drank.

Because the water was hot, the man lowered his head little by little and took sips of the water repeatedly.

The slow movements were graceful and dignified, and in Song Yuan's eyes, it was as if a man was pecking at his lips, which reminded him of the deep kiss that suddenly happened against the door that day.

It feels good and the technique is good.

He wanted to kiss this man again.

Think of this.

Song Yuan, who had been staring at Jiang Quechun, blushed and quickly turned his head away.

What the hell is wrong with him, thinking about this?

In an instant, some dirty images in Song Yuan's mind were thrown out.

Jiang Que took a few sips and stopped drinking. Holding the cup, he turned his head and looked.

Song Yuan sat far away from him, but his face was steaming like a rice cooker.

This Jiang Que has experience.

This guy is probably thinking about something that cannot be reviewed.

There was a gleam of smile in his eyes.

He looked as if nothing had happened and touched his lips with his hand.

Because she had just drunk a lot of hot water, her face was the most rosy at this moment. When she touched her lips, she lowered her eyebrows and eyes, with affectionate eyes, which made people want to kiss her.

"Song Yuan."

Jiang Que put his hand back, sat on Song Yuan's bed holding the cup of water in both hands, and suddenly shouted.

Song Yuan, who was distracted, heard his own name and said "hmm" and turned around.

The man who got the response just put down his cup, straightened his clothes and stood up: "It's not comfortable to sit here, let's go."

He stood up with a slightly taller figure. He and Song Yuan were squeezed into the not-so-spacious rental house. The space occupied by two adult men made the single room seem particularly narrow.

"I send you."

Jiang Que opened the door and went out.

Song Yuan followed him and walked him downstairs.

Jiang Que drove here by himself, not the sports car he drove last time, but another more popular car. Even if it was parked in an alley like this, it would not look out of place.

After watching Jiang Que drive away, Song Yuan went back and opened his phone, only to remember that the chat box between him and Jiang Que was still red.

Because Jiang Que came suddenly, he was a little confused and forgot to ask someone to add him back.

Song Yuan thought about it and decided to apply to add the friend again in order to facilitate contact when repaying the money in the future.

However, the other party had just left not long ago and might still be driving, so he did not agree to Song Yuan's friend request in time.

The money in the card that Jiang Que gave Song Yuan was more than enough to pay off his small goal.

After paying off all debts, there was still five million left in the card.

By the evening, someone still hadn't approved his friend request, so Song Yuan applied again.

It was not until the next day that Song Yuan heard the cell phone in his pocket ring while he was moving bricks at the construction site. Because his boss had been keeping an eye on the progress of the project, he took it out to check when he was taking a break after getting his lunch.

Someone agreed to his friend request and sent him a question mark.

Song Yuan took his lunch box and found a corner of the construction site to sit down. He showed him the remaining balance on his bank card that he had taken yesterday and replied: [There is still so much money. Are you home this afternoon? I will give it to you after get off work.]

After a while, the other side replied: [OK.]

Song Yuan replied with an emoticon of thanks and there was no further contact after that.

After eating lunch while sitting on the floor, Song Yuan simply took a nap against a muddy corner. When the machines around him became noisy, he woke up and went back to work.