[Quick Transmigration] The hero's blackening value has exploded again

Everything subsided, and Zhou Jiale's broken consciousness gradually returned.His whole body was limp in Ji Feng's arms, if it wasn't for the arm that hugged him around his waist, he would have slipped and fell to the ground.

Ji Feng kept rubbing his tail again and again, making him tremble from time to time.

"Huh..." Zhou Jiale held his hand and looked up at him.

Ji Feng looked at his eyes full of spring water, and felt that his soul was going to be melted by his eyes.He was absent-minded for a long time, his lips slowly falling towards his soft eyes.

Zhou Jiale subconsciously closed his eyes, and after his lips left, he blinked again, his eyes were a little more confused.

Ji Feng saw that he was so stupid that he seemed to have not fully recovered from the aftertaste, and his heart was so soft that he moved up his arms around his waist, subconsciously wanting to make a comforting movement.

Ji Feng's palms moved up and down along the beautiful curve of his back, and Zhou Jiale's waist in his arms arched more and more into an extreme curve.

"Don't...don't touch." Zhou Jiale's voice was hoarse, with a pitiful trill.

"You still want it?" Monsoon looked down.

Zhou Jiale bit his lower lip: "It's all your fault...don't touch my back."

"Well, my fault, I will make it up." Ji Feng sat him on the toilet, knelt in front of him, and lowered his head.

The get out of class bell rings.

Both of them had packed their clothes and came out of the cubicle. Ji Feng went to the sink to rinse his mouth. After finishing, he looked up and saw Zhou Jiale looking at him in a daze in the mirror: "Are you okay?"

Zhou Jiale didn't say a word, walked up to him, washed his face, and became sober in an instant.

He remembered the fact that the blackening value had dropped back, and he held his breath in his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.He wished he could grab Ji Feng's collar and ask him why, he had never seen such a changeable man like him!

Seeing Zhou Jiale angrily glaring at him, Ji Feng's cheeks swelled up, looking more like a bunny, he couldn't help chuckling: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Jiale rolled his eyes at him, turned off the faucet, and deliberately threw the water on his body.

Ji Feng was not angry at all, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe the water droplets on his face and hands.

"It's me who is obviously the one who suffers, or you begged me yourself, why are you angry?" Ji Feng said in a gentle and loving voice, "Why do you always cross rivers and tear down bridges and beat people up?"

Zhou Jiale snorted: "You like me, and I am willing to let you do this kind of thing with me, so you took advantage of it, right? Why don't you hurry up and have fun?"