The strongest way to be narcissistic

Song Ange slept soundly, never before.

He felt that at this moment he was in a huge pile of cotton, soft and light, no matter how he turned it over and over, he would not fall off.

When did his bed, which could not roll freely and was always creaking, feel so comfortable?

The boy on the bed whimpered and turned his body, his face rubbed unconsciously on the slippery and soft quilt, his closed eyelids slowly opened upwards with the shaking of his eyelashes, and the black pupils revealed by the boy revealed a sense of something that belonged to just now. Sober and ignorant.

Song Ange felt that all her skin was in unimpeded contact with the bed surface and bedding.

He tentatively reached out to touch his body with his fingers, there was nothing but his underwear.

Where are the pants?The clothes are gone.

Because it's too hot to sleep and take it off?

Song Ange used to take off his clothes and pants unconsciously in the middle of the night because of the overheating when he was sleeping, so he didn't pay much attention to this.

Song Ange's sleepy eyelids drooped, her arms moved up habitually, and she fumbled under the pillow to find her phone.This is his habit of putting down his mobile phone. As usual, he quickly reached for his mobile phone.

He wants to see what time it is.If it's still early, go to school, if it's not early, go to sleep.

Anyway, the college entrance examination is coming up in a few days, and the teacher no longer cares about such an ignorant scumbag like him.

Um?Isn't his phone gray?How did it become black?

Song Ange thought he was sleepy and had a temporary error in vision, but he didn't care.

He pressed the button to turn on the phone, and the screen saver that appeared was not the familiar landscape photo, but a photo of two people, a man and a woman, and the photo should be an intimate photo of a woman holding a selfie stick and her boyfriend.

Song Ange's mind was blunt, and the more he looked at the people in the photo, the more familiar they looked.

This man is not the kind foreign friend who seems to have saved him!

They met at the bar yesterday, and this woman was also with him.

With a sound of "shua", Song Ange lost all sleepiness, sat up from the bed with wide-eyed eyes, and looked around at the environment he was in at this time.

This is a bedroom that is bigger than his entire rental house, and he is lying on a large gray bed that can be rolled at will. Looking up, he can still see all kinds of high-end clothes on the coat rack. Compared with the cramped and dilapidated bedroom, it was extremely extravagant.

Song Ange's heart was beating rapidly, and he lifted the quilt with complicated emotions, all at once, leaving briefs all over his body, and the sheets were crumpled.

All the previous guesses were overthrown, the clothes might be colorful, the more I think about it, the more it looks like a drunken sex?

So the question is, with whom?This woman on the screen saver?

For Song Ange, it was too embarrassing for Song Ange to explain so vaguely for the first time.

Song Ange had no memory of yesterday's applause, not even a physical memory.

Could it be that he was wrong?

Song Ange covered his head, he couldn't recall all the specific details of yesterday at all.He vaguely remembered that he and Xiong Yunhui went to the bar for a drink. After ordering her some juice, he drank the box of beer by himself. Then the little girl's brother came, and he left the bar by himself. After that...

Song Ange's head hurts when he thought of what happened after that, but he still couldn't recall any key information, and his mind was blank.

A pair of male hands suddenly appeared from the side of the bed when Song Ange was doubting his life, followed by a head of slightly curly hair.

Accompanied by the sound of gasping for air, the man stood up completely, covered the back of his neck with one hand and moved, not looking very comfortable.

Who is this person?

Of course it was Qiao Peisheng.

Yesterday he packed up Song Ange, who had vomited all over him, and threw it on the bed, and was afraid that he would make something wrong, so he lay on the same bed with him.

But Qiao Peicheng just forgot that Song Ange slept very restlessly, and in a state of drunkenness, Song Ange rolled out of bed and lay dead countless times.

After going back and forth several times, Qiao Peicheng's head hurt from hugging someone, so he had to throw it on the bed and sleep in his arms, restraining Song Ange's extremely restless sleeping position with his hands.

Anyway, from the soul point of view, they are one person, sleeping in the same bed, and it's okay to hug them.

Unexpectedly, in a daze, Song Ange kept pushing him, and finally kicked him off the bed.Qiao Peisheng was so sleepy that he just fell on the carpet and continued to sleep.No, it's dawn.

No matter how soft the carpet is, how can it be as soft as the bed?Qiao Peicheng felt uncomfortable all over at this moment, and he kept moving his muscles and bones.

While Qiao Peisheng was loosening his muscles and bones, he raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a wheat-colored lean, muscular body, and the other party's "vigorousness" due to physiological reasons, and the owner of this body was staring at him with a look that could be called frightened. with him.

Song Ange thought it would be unlucky to give the first time to a stranger, but he never thought that the other party was actually a man! ! !

He didn't even think about it, the first time he touched his buttocks, it might be a psychological effect, he felt a little pain in that place.

In this way, his little heart almost didn't stop working.

Qiao Peicheng saw at a glance that this idiot had made up something terrible in his head, and he almost stuck himself to death with a mouthful of old blood.

Qiao Peisheng held back the urge to step forward and hit Song Ange on the head, calmed down, considered his words, and explained: "You vomited so much yesterday, I took off your clothes."

Feeling that it wasn't enough, Qiao Peisheng paused, and continued: "I didn't do anything else."

Not to mention that he is straight and straight, even if he is curvy, he will never be so crazy that he rolls with himself and applauds love. How crazy must he be to do such a thing?

Song Ange's mind was in a mess at the moment, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.In any case, he is just a young boy who has never been in a relationship, and who has never masturbated himself a few times. How can he face this weird situation with ease.

"Clothes." Song Ange frowned, he had to put on the clothes first.

Talking to a well-dressed man naked is awkward.

Qiao Peicheng went to the closet, found a casual outfit, and handed it to Song Ange. "Your clothes are dirty and you can't wear them. They are mine. You put them on first."

Song Ange didn't have time to worry about what was there and what was not, so she reached out to take it, and didn't care if there was someone watching, she got off the bed and quickly put on her clothes.

When putting on his pants, Song Ange didn't stand firm, and his body swayed a few times. Qiao Peicheng, who had been shadowed twice, quickly backed away when he saw this.

He felt that the magnetic fields of the present self and the past self must be incompatible, otherwise he would not have suffered consecutive devastating blows yesterday.

Song Ange, who stood firm by himself, looked at Qiao Peisheng who suddenly took two steps back.

"Thank you." Song Ange pursed her lips, holding back these two words for a long time.

He vaguely remembered some things, such as throwing up on someone and strangling him until he couldn't breathe.

I can't remember the specifics, but I can guess that the other party should kindly bring him here as a drunk to rest, just like before.

He owed this unknown foreigner friend twice.

Song Ange has always hated being in debt to others, so he has always been unwilling to ask for help unless it is absolutely necessary. Once he owes a favor, he has to return it quickly, otherwise he will feel panicked.

Qiao Peisheng pointed at Song Ange's feet. "Pants."

He was taller than Song Ange, and his legs were naturally longer than him. His trousers protruded from Song Ange's body, and Song Ange's heel directly stepped on the extra trousers.If you don't pay attention to this, you will definitely stumble.

After saying that, Song Ange saw the tall foreign friend in front of him squatting down at his feet, patted his calf with his hands, and said, "Raise your heels."

Song Ange raised it subconsciously.

Qiao Peicheng immediately rolled up the trouser legs for him until they reached above his ankles before standing up in satisfaction.

Qiao Peicheng acted naturally, and Song Ange felt uncomfortable.

Foreigners like to meddle in their own business?Or is it just that this person naturally likes to do things that are too kind?

Song Ange's appearance at this time was as stupid as ever in Qiao Peicheng's eyes. The curled up unruly hair, the loose clothes that didn't fit well, and the tangled expression mixed together, no matter how you looked at it, it was stupid and cute.

"There is a new toothbrush in the bathroom, you go and wash it first."

"No, I have to leave first, and I will return the clothes to you." Song Ange didn't want to stay in this luxurious space.

Qiao Peicheng didn't stop him, but Song Ange paused after opening the door, then turned to look at him again.

"What's your name? Can you give me a contact information?" Song Ange knew nothing about this foreign friend who spoke fluent Chinese. Since he wanted to return the clothes, he had to leave a contact information. Otherwise, where would he find someone?

Qiao Peicheng originally wanted to say that there is no need to pay it back, just keep it for himself, but when he said it, he remembered that Song Ange had a lot of self-esteem in this period, and he was particularly sensitive in this regard.

Song Ange actually has a low self-esteem deep down in his heart, because he is sensitive because of low self-esteem.

If such words were said, it would undoubtedly be a sharp sword that would stab Song Ange's seemingly strong but fragile heart.

Qiao Peisheng is someone who has experienced it, it is impossible for him to put himself in an embarrassing situation.

"Give me the phone." Qiao Peicheng hooked his hand, signaling Song Ange to take the phone.

Song Ange wanted to take out his phone, but the clothes and pants belonged to Qiao Peicheng, so naturally he couldn't take out anything.He looked at Qiao Peisheng and asked him with his eyes, "Where's my phone?"

He took off the clothes, of course you have to ask him.

After picking up Song Ange's clothes yesterday, Qiao Peicheng threw his phone away, but he couldn't remember where.

Qiao Peisheng searched around, and finally found Song Ange's cell phone under the bed. He didn't think much about entering the password to open the cell phone.

He still uses this password until now, it is Song Ange's birthday.

"This is my number, note Qiao Peisheng, my name." Qiao Peisheng handed it back to Song Ange.

Song Ange didn't notice that Qiao Peicheng was able to unlock his phone for the time being, glanced at Qiao Peicheng's note, and hummed. "I'll return it to you after I wash it."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

Qiao Peicheng fell backwards on the soft bed, sighing comfortably: The bed is better.

"Xiao Shengcheng, I won't go out to eat today, you cook, I want to eat your cooking." Accompanied by a loud female voice, Song Ange met Qiao Zhixi who was walking up at the corner of the stairs.

He remembered this woman, who was "love me" with Qiao Peisheng at the bar that day. Based on the screen saver he saw before and the situation where they lived together, the two should be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Qiao Zhixi was quite surprised at the sudden appearance of a handsome young man in the house. When she found that this man was wearing her brother's clothes and pants, she couldn't express her surprise in her heart.

The younger brother actually took someone home to spend the night. This person was still a man, and any of the two things was enough to make her feel that what happened was magical.

Qiao Zhixi put one hand in his back pocket, smiled like a fox, and raised his other hand in greeting. "Hi!"

Song Ange nodded, leaving faster.

When she heard the door closing from downstairs, Qiao Zhixi covered her mouth and immediately ran towards her brother's bedroom.

She must get the first-hand information, and then chat with those at home that her younger brother didn't fall in love before not because of frigidity, but because he is a gay who hides deeply!

Qiao Peicheng was tidying up the messy bed that Song Ange had slept on, when he heard hurried footsteps from outside, he knew that Qiao Zhixi must have bumped into Song Ange who was leaving.

As for Qiao Zhixi's gossip, he must have come to find out the details of last night.

"Ahem." Qiao Zhixi fixed her hair before entering the door, and symbolically knocked on the door that Qiao Peicheng opened. "Honey, can I come in?"

"No." Qiao Peisheng refused.

He found something under the quilt, a key, Song Ange's key.

It's better to send it over before people go far.

Qiao Zhixi blocked the door with one hand, blocking Qiao Peicheng's way out. "Don't, I should always care about whether my brother's life is harmonious."

"No older sister would talk about such a private matter with a younger brother." Qiao Peicheng helplessly pushed Qiao Zhixi's forehead, "You are very perverted."

"In this family, I'm the only one who eats both men and women. Maybe we can discuss the topic of homosexuality and give you extra lessons." Qiao Zhixi didn't intend to give up.

This younger brother of hers always likes to hide things, and always makes people worry about whether he will hold back something wrong. As a sister finally sees a breakthrough, she must take the opportunity to take care of it.

"First of all, I let him stay for one night, simply for one night; secondly, I am straight, iron straight; finally, I want to go out for a trip, and I will lend me the car key."

This place is very big, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk to the main road where you can take a taxi. This place is also very difficult to take a taxi. If Song Ange wants to walk by foot, his legs will be useless before he reaches home.

Qiao Peisheng wanted to use the name of giving the key to send him back safely.

After that, the bridge returns to the bridge and the road returns.