Master, I have too many skirts

Cheng Yue smiled quietly under the quilt, and when Ji Xu came in with a glass of water, the expression on his face returned to normal.

"Drink slowly." Ji Xu handed him the cup, then frowned and said, "Why is your throat like this? Does it hurt?"

Cheng Yue shook his head while drinking water.

After the warm water flowed through the throat, the dryness eased a lot, and after Cheng Yue cleared his throat, his voice was much better than it was at the beginning.

It's still dumb, but at least it's not out of tune.

"Sleep for a while?" Ji Xu flicked his forehead lightly.

"Hmm..." Cheng Yue leaned on the pillow and really wanted to sleep again. Just now he just felt Ji Xu get up before he subconsciously opened his eyes. Now that his stomach was warm, the tiredness in his brain and body came together come up.

Ji Xu looked at the dark circles under his eyes, touched them with some distress, "I'll sleep with you for a while."

Cheng Yue closed his eyes and smiled, then reached out and patted the empty bed beside him.

It was almost noon when Cheng Yue woke up again, and Ji Xu woke up early, but he didn't move, maintaining the posture of hugging Cheng Yue.

As a result, Cheng Yue saw Ji Xu's eyes as soon as he opened his eyes, but he was not frightened, and they even laughed out loud when they looked at each other.

"Are you hungry?" Ji Xu smiled and pinched his face.

Cheng Yue nodded and bit Ji Xu's arm.

Originally, Cheng Yue was going to go to school early the next morning, but the marks on his neck and arms that could not be covered had not disappeared, so he had to ask for leave again.

On the third day... still nothing...

When going to school again, Cheng Yue sat in the classroom and missed the soft bed at home.

Even if I did my homework at home, I used to sit on a chair, so there was no difference between school and home.

But Ji Xu was much easier to talk to than before. Although he was still very strict and had to do homework and practice every day, Cheng Yue was so mixed up that he could do his homework on the bed.

Very proud, very proud.

The price is that Ji Xu pressed him on the desk and fucked him... and forced him to wear a skirt...

This incident caused Cheng Yue to feel hot and his legs tremble whenever he saw the table these days.

But study still has to be studied, as long as Cheng Yue mentioned homework, Ji Xu would not touch him no matter how much he couldn't help it.

Cheng Yue has really worked hard on his recent revisions, but he couldn't resist his poor culture class.

During the school's monthly vacation, Ji Xu was worried that Cheng Yueguang would eat ice cream at home and not do his homework, so he could only refer him to his office for supervision and counseling.

But Cheng Yue took advantage of Ji's meeting and sneaked out to the tea room to stuff several small cakes into his pocket.

He was about to return to Ji Xu's office the same way, because he was afraid of being caught by Ji Xu, so Cheng Yue walked quickly and timidly.

So much so that when someone grabbed his shoulders from behind, he jumped up in fright.

"Hey!" Duan Changsheng was also taken aback by Cheng Yue's reaction, he stared at his palm in surprise, he thought his hand was electrified.

Cheng Yue turned around in horror, and was relieved when he found that the person who patted him on the shoulder was Duan Changsheng, and then complained, "You scared me to death."

"You scared me to death!" Duan Changsheng glared at him.

"You pulled me first!" Cheng Yue also glared at him.

"My fault, I want to ask you something." Duan Changsheng didn't wait for Cheng Yue's answer, and took Cheng Yue's hand to his desk.

"Why?" Cheng Yue sat directly on his office chair, and arrogantly took out the small cake stuffed in his pocket and gnawed it in his mouth.

"...how are you and Ji Xu doing now?" Duan Changsheng asked hesitantly.

"How about what?" Cheng Yue started to look left and right as soon as he heard what he said, for fear that Ji Xu would come out right after the meeting.

"That's right..." Duan Changsheng glanced at the seven or eight cacti that were brought over on his table again, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Isn't there a age gap between you and Ji Xu? Will there be a...generation gap when you get along? "

"Generation gap?" Cheng Yue was a little confused, and after thinking about it, he denied, "No."

"Is there not?" Duan Changsheng looked at him, and he stumbled when he asked this time, "But you two must have different preferences and habits because of your age, how do you get along with this..."

"Everyone is different, isn't it normal? He does what he likes, and I do what I like." Cheng Yue was completely taken aback by his question, "What the hell are you going to do?"

"What do you like about him?" Duan Changsheng finally asked.

Cheng Yue was stunned for a while and didn't say anything, and then he curled his lips indifferently after he realized it: "Like it is not about solving math problems, there is a formula that can be calculated line by line and list the reasons line by line, I like him, of course everything like."

"Is that so..." Duan Changsheng stared at the several pots of malnourished cactus on the table and fell silent.

"Yeah, besides, the math problems are so difficult, I still like Ji Xu Jianjian..." Cheng Yue said as he poked one of the potted cactus on Duan Changsheng's table that looked like an African refugee, and was startled Jumped, and then exploded, "What a broken jb cactus, why is it still pricking your hands!"

"Cheng Yue!" Ji Xuzheng, who was passing by at some point, heard Cheng Yue swearing.

Cheng Yue: "..."

"Come here." Ji Xu stared at him sullenly.

"No..." Cheng Yue tried to save him, "I just..."

"Come here." Ji Xu stared at him.

Cheng Yue walked over helplessly.

"Give me your hand." Ji Xu frowned.

Cheng Yue looked around at the dozen or so people in the workshop, his ears turned red gradually, he lowered his voice, and approached Ji Xu's ear: "Can I go back to the office and call?"

"No." Ji Xu glared at him, then forcibly pulled out the hand behind his back.

Then Ji Xu looked down carefully for a long time, "Where is it stuck?"

Cheng Yue blinked, and passed the other hand over, "I've tied this hand."

Ji Xu: "..."