Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

Jing Qiao looked at Zhang Ziyu for a while, moved his Adam's apple up and down slightly, and said softly, "No."

Even though he was drunk, Zhang Ziyu probably understood that Jing Qiao didn't agree to help him take a bath. He blinked, and his eyes instantly became foggy, with grievances revealed in every pore.

Even the hair I grabbed this morning is drooping.

The front of the shirt was soaked, and the smell of hangover soup was not so pleasant. Zhang Ziyu lowered his head and unbuttoned the first button, but he couldn't untie the second button no matter what.

"Well……"

Zhang Ziyu tilted his head, rubbing the place under the collar with both hands.

"Help Ayu solve it, thank you."

There was really no other way, Zhang Ziyu raised his eyes and asked Jing Qiao for help.

"Get up." Jing Qiao pulled Zhang Ziyu up and took him to the bathroom.

Barefoot, Zhang Ziyu stood obediently in front of Jing Qiao, watching Jing Qiao unbutton himself, and when the shirt was thrown into the clothes basket, Zhang Ziyu looked at the dirty clothes for a while, raised his head and squinted his eyes and said in surprise: "Really?" sharp!"

Jing Qiao laughed: "Do you usually talk so much?"

Jing Qiao just wanted to distract himself, not to focus all on Zhang Ziyu's young and attractive body, thin but with a sense of strength of a boy, casually speaking.

Zhang Ziyu thought about it seriously, and replied: "Not much."

"why?"

"Prefer not to say."

"Ok?"

Zhang Ziyu kicked his pants, and said impatiently: "Do old men talk as much as you do?"

Jingqiao: "..."

Seeing that Jing Qiao stopped talking and seemed to be stunned, Zhang Ziyu smiled triumphantly.

Jing Qiao was really stunned.

Zhang Ziyu is especially suitable for laughing, his eyes are crooked, and a thin layer of mist is cast in his eyes after drinking, his chin and neck form a smooth arc, and his teeth are white and arranged like shellfish.

The rebelliousness that should exist in a teenager is vividly reflected in this smile.

Jing Qiao stood up, lowered his eyebrows, looked at Zhang Ziyu indifferently, pinched his shoulders, and leaned over slowly.

The boy's shoulders are not as good as those of an adult, and they don't look like they do regular exercise. They are thin but covered with a thin layer of muscles, and the touch of his hands is especially good.

Zhang Ziyu was much more courageous when he was drunk, and he was not as guarded against others as usual.

With eyes open, he looked at Jing Qiao without hesitation, his breath smelled like wine.

Jing Qiao paused slightly, a little helpless, Zhang Ziyu was drunk and was going to make a fuss, Jing Qiao had no other choice but to coax him, Zhang Ziyu could wish to show him wronged immediately with a slightly cold face.

"Are you going to sleep in your room tonight?"

Jing Qiao put on Zhang Ziyu's bathrobe and calmed down his shortness of breath during the bath.

Zhang Ziyu has a slender waist and long legs, and his skin is rare white. He is full of youthful spirit.

Fortunately, Zhang Ziyu didn't need Jing Qiao's help to bathe with bubbles. He washed it slowly by himself, but he didn't shy away from Jing Qiao watching from the side, and he didn't know the black storm hidden in Jing Qiao's eyes.

Zhang Ziyu was obedient now, and nodded his head in agreement, no problem.

"If you want to sleep with me..." Jing Qiao leaned over to fasten Zhang Ziyu's belt, his fingers climbed up from his waist and rested on his shoulders, his voice was low and deep, "I won't refuse either. "

After Zhang Ziyu heard this, he looked at Jingqiao for a long time.

He whispered: "Old rascal."

Jing Qiao smiled, and patted Zhang Ziyu's face: "What do children know?"

Zhang Ziyu's face was glowing red from the steam in the bathroom, and he walked unsteadily, he walked out the door crookedly, muttering while walking:

"What do I know? I know a lot."

"Brother Jing is an old hooligan, touch my face..."

"Still touching my ass..."

Jing Qiao leaned against the door, laughing, when did he touch Zhang Ziyu's butt?

Hearing the laughter, Zhang Ziyu turned his head to look at Jing Qiao, and said, "Remember to come over and get dressed for me tomorrow morning." After speaking, he flicked the sleeves that were too long. The bathrobe belonged to Jing Qiao, and it was too big for him.

Seeing Zhang Ziyu return to the room, Jing Qiao closed the door and went into the bathroom.

****

The summer sun wakes up early, and at seven o'clock in the morning, the sun penetrates the thick curtains.

Zhang Ziyu turned over, opened his eyes, stared at the curtains for a while, and then sat up suddenly.

With his hair in a mess, Zhang Ziyu was in a daze: How did he come back last night?

Looking around, it was his own room, and it seemed that he did not sleep with Jing Qiao.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the door was pushed open, Zhang Ziyu raised his eyes and saw that it was Jingqiao.

Zhang Ziyu gathered his clothes in a hurry, but when he sat by the bed, his slippers disappeared.

Jing Qiao coughed lightly, pretending not to see Zhang Ziyu's exposed large white chest, then moved his eyes to Zhang Ziyu's feet that had no place to rest, and raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Ziyu's feet are not as big as a boat like other boys, nor are they petite and delicate like girls, but they look fair and delicate. Under Jing Qiao's scrutinizing gaze, he raised his toes uncomfortably.

"Are you awake?" Jing Qiao didn't come in, but stood at the door, but his expression was natural, which made Zhang Ziyu not so restrained.

Zhang Ziyu nodded, looking for shoes with his eyes floating around.

"Over there." Jing Qiao looked towards the end of the bed.

Zhang Ziyu raised his head and looked over there, and moved the two slippers one by one.

After a pause, Zhang Ziyu got out of bed and went barefoot to get the slippers.

Jing Qiao watched him stepping on the floor with bare feet, and frowned. Has this child always been so heartless?

"Thank you for taking me back to my room yesterday." Zhang Ziyu put on his slippers and sat down on the edge of the bed in a neat manner, two or three meters away from where Jing Qiao was standing.

Jing Qiao asked, "How do you know it's me?"

Zhang Ziyu said lightly: "Then who else can take off my clothes?"

You were drunk last night, there are too many people who can take off your clothes, Jing Qiao wanted to say this, but he controlled the heart of an old hooligan that was ready to move, Zhang Ziyu was young and couldn't bear to be teased, once teased Like a shrimp in boiling water, it was so red that it wanted to hide.

But this is also the first time Zhang Ziyu brought up the topic of undressing without changing his face.

"Do you remember what you said last night?" Jing Qiao didn't know what he thought of, so he smiled.

Zhang Ziyu frowned: "What?"

"You let me..." Jing Qiao's eyes fell lightly on Zhang Ziyu's body, sweeping across his half-exposed collarbone, the exposed calves were thin and long, his eyes were pretending to be explicit, and he said the second half of the sentence softly :

"Remember to help you get dressed this morning."

Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body burned up, even the toes protruding from the slippers curled up.

"I..." Zhang Ziyu dryly refused to admit it, "I didn't say anything."

The author has something to say: Zhang Ziyu: I... I didn't say it.

Jing Qiao: You still said I touched your ass

Zhang Ziyu: You are talking nonsense!

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