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

Song Yuan took the bus after get off work.

Because the journey was long and the bus was slow, it was already eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived.

Song Yuan stood at the door and brushed off the mud on his body. After making sure that it was cleaner than before, he reached out and pressed the doorbell.

Jiang Que was playing games when he came over to open the door.

He was wearing pajamas and slippers, with frizzy hair and looking particularly lazy, and it was obvious that he had just woken up not long ago.

Holding the phone and operating the character, he opened the door and took a look. Seeing it was Song Yuan, he turned around, took out a pair of his own sandals from the shoe cabinet and threw them on the ground, motioning him to change.

After that, I ignored him, lowered my head to play the game, and slowly returned to the sofa to continue playing the game while sitting cross-legged.

Song Yuan at the door glanced at the slippers on the ground. The ones he gave last time were the disposable ones provided by the hotel.

Song Yuan concealed the emotions in his eyes and, just like last time, he closed the door after entering and stood in the entrance to change his shoes.

Without Jiang Que's reminder, he took off all the dirty clothes on his body.

"Jiang Que."

Jiang Que was sitting on the sofa when Song Yuan at the entrance suddenly shouted.

Jiang Que looked up when he heard the voice, spurred his eyes, and stupidly pressed the wrong skill with his fingers, getting shot in the head by the enemy.

Song Yuan was naked, with red ears and covering his private parts. He stood at the door awkwardly and asked him in a low voice: "Do you have any extra clothes? Mine are dirty and covered with dust."

Song Yuan thought Jiang Que was a germaphobe.

So, like last time, he cleaned himself as soon as he entered the house and tried his best not to dirty Jiang Que's house.

Jiang Que turned around and saw the white-striped people at the door.

Because of shyness, someone covered his body in an awkward way, but in Jiang Que's eyes, it made no difference whether he covered it or not.

After looking for a while with a slightly darker look in his eyes, Jiang Que lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze. With a serious expression, he threw his phone down and went to the room to find pajamas and threw them to Song Yuan. His back did not look very happy.

The pajamas taken out from the closet still had the same scent of closet incense as the one Jiang Que was wearing, a very light woody scent, not greasy.

Song Yuan sniffed it, glanced at the man who had already returned to sit on the sofa, curled his lips and said nothing, then went to the bathroom with his clothes to wash himself.

The bathroom door is made of frosted glass. From the outside, it seems as if the inside is covered with a thick layer of mist, and one can make out a rough idea of ​​the figure. Especially after Song Yuan goes in and turns on the light, the shadow reflected on the hazy glass is everything that one should see.

A living seduction.

Song Yuan finished washing and came out through the sliding door.

Jiang Que was found standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing to enjoy the breeze. The night sky was pitch black, and only the lights of thousands of houses nearby were reflected in his eyes, like another form of dazzling galaxy.

The summer night breeze is also hot.

Jiang Que's cell phone was thrown on the sofa with the screen on, and the game had received many reports for being idle.

Song Yuan finished washing and went over. Jiang Que turned around when he heard footsteps.

Song Yuan, who had just walked to the sofa, met his dark and inquiring gaze, pursed his lips, suddenly smiled at Jiang Que, and asked him: "Do you have a towel? I don't know which one is for wiping my head."

Song Yuan's hair was still unwashed like last time. The water dripping from his head hit his shoulders. The wet clothes stuck to his collarbone, revealing his pink skin after taking a shower. Standing under the light of the living room's headlights, his face had four words written on it: a feast for the eyes.

Jiang Que took a deep breath.

I cursed in my heart.

What a crappy weather! The wind is so hot! Is there any hope for life?

The air conditioner was on in the room. Jiang Que went to the bathroom to get a towel for drying his head and handed it to Song Yuan. When Song Yuan took it, the wound on his hand was accidentally seen by someone.

The man stared at his arm, which was covered with a large bruise, and asked him calmly, "How did it happen? Did you really go robbing?"

Song Yuan glanced at his wound and shook his head nonchalantly: "I'm timid and didn't dare to rob. Maybe I accidentally touched it while working today. It doesn't hurt. I wouldn't have felt it if you hadn't told me."

After Song Yuan finished speaking, the man glanced at him strangely and said coldly, "It won't hurt you to death."

Although I said it, my body honestly went to get the medicine.

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yuan. He held the medicine in one hand and patted the sofa beside him with the other hand, motioning Song Yuan to come over, as if he was going to apply the medicine to him personally.