baby miss me today

Looking across Qiao Yu's sunken waist and thin ankles, Ji Rongchen's Adam's apple twitched slightly.

He admitted that whether it was the enthusiasm shown on the bed or the [-]% similar profile to Su Qinghe, Qiao Yu was very suitable to be a lover.

But it's just Su Qinghe's substitute. Since he doesn't intend to continue, he shouldn't have close contact with him beyond the rules.

Ji Rongchen didn't respond, wiped his hair, and lay down on the bed under Qiao Yu's bright and suggestive gaze.

Seeing Ji Rongchen's "bye bye, sleep" attitude, Qiao Yu clenched his fists.

Depend on!Unload the mill and kill the donkey!

Qiao Yu's eyes sank, and he crossed his hands and moved his wrists.

If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

Qiao Yu took two steps back, and with a boost, she threw herself onto the bed from a distance of three meters, and thumped the bed firmly.

Pressing both hands on the sides of Ji Rongchen's head, staring at his face.

Then, Ji Rongchen, who had always been calm, suddenly changed his eyes, and raised his hand as if trying to throw him off.

Of course, Qiao Yu refused, and hugged Ji Rongchen's waist tightly and refused to let go.

Ji Rongchen took a deep look at him.

Qiao Yu frowned, and before he could figure out what Ji Rongchen's eyes meant, he felt the mattress under him and Ji Rongchen drop rapidly.

In less than a second, the covers on both sides closed automatically, and Qiao Yu and Ji Rongchen were locked under the bed.

???

???

What the hell?

Qiao Yu climbed down from Ji Rongchen, pushed hard on the motionless iron plate above his head, and said in a daze:

"Where is Han Juan making a martial arts drama?"

"Why are you still setting up traps in your own home?"

Ji Rongchen was short of breath: "Earthquake life-saving bed."

"When the earthquake came, the clinical board vibrated sharply. To ensure the safety of the sleeping person, the mattress would automatically descend."

It is unnecessary for Ji Rongchen to say how the earthquake lifesaving bed was triggered.

Qiao Yu rubbed his hands in embarrassing circles on his chest, although, he is obviously only 60kg, okay...

He was responsible for the trouble he caused, thinking that this device should be equipped with daily necessities and survival tools, Qiao Yu squatted down, touched the ground, and found a flashlight.

Turned on the light, looked to the side, and found a small hammer. Qiao Yu picked it up and knocked it a few times, saying, "It's okay, they will catch us when they hear the sound go out."

Ji Rongchen didn't speak.

One minute, two minutes, half an hour later, Qiao Yu rubbed his sore wrist and sat down next to Ji Rongchen.

Scratching the back of the neck: "Sorry, blame me."

"But you don't have to worry. When we have breakfast tomorrow, the little butler finds that we are not here, so he will definitely come to look for us!"

In the darkness, Ji Rongchen's breathing became more and more rapid.

"what happened to you?"

Qiao Yu looked over and found that Ji Rongchen's face was pale, and there was still a fine line of cold sweat on his forehead.

Oops.

Qiao Yu remembered that Ji Rongchen suffered from claustrophobia because of being kidnapped when he was a child. Although he was well hidden and did not affect his daily life, he is currently in such a closed environment...

"Rong Chen."

"North nose?"

"big baby?"

Qiao Yu tentatively patted Ji Rongchen twice, but Ji Rongchen didn't respond, apparently in a self-enclosed state, Qiao Yu frowned, and a plan flashed in his mind.

The boundless darkness surged up, as if countless tentacles stretched out from it, pushing Ji Rongchen back to the year when he was eight years old:

In the narrow and closed carriage, neither heard nor seen, no one responded, and no one came to take him away. Ji Rongchen curled up in the corner, buried his head in his knees.

Faintly, it seemed that someone was calling him, the voice fluctuated from far to near, gentle and concerned.

Ji Rongchen's ears moved, and the moment he raised his head, he was facing his extremely pale face:

There was a faint light in the bottomless brown pupils, and when Ji Rongchen looked over, he grinned at him, revealing his white teeth.

Ji Rongchen regained consciousness in an instant, stepped back abruptly, leaned his back against the wall, and narrowed his eyes guardedly.

Qiao Yu put away the flashlight on his chin, and shook his arm happily: "You're finally all right, I knew it was right to fight poison with fire!"

Ji Rongchen was in a complicated mood.

Suddenly, Qiao Yu raised his hand and rubbed his hair gently: "Hey, pet your head."

In the dim and cramped environment, Qiao Yu had a gentle smile, and her slightly curled slender eyelashes were adorned with fragments of light.

Ji Rongchen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The author has something to say: Ji Rongchen: I am not moved

Damn, who can believe that such a short chapter is the result of two days of thinking about writing it?