Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

"I...I'm going to throw up..."

The murmuring sound sprayed the side of the neck with scorching breath.

"Where are you... the bathroom?"

The man closed the door and hugged the young man hanging on his shoulders.

"No, I can't help it... vomit..."

……

After a while of people turning over on their backs, Song Wenyao finally threw the drunk unconscious young man onto the sofa.

He took off the soiled clothes, rolled them up and threw them on the ground, then went to the bathroom, took a wet towel, and wiped the young man's face.

……

"You drank too much and took the medicine."

The cold glass was pressed against that hot cheek.

"Don't, don't..." The young man leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes and turned his head sideways to hide in the gap of the pillow beside him.

"obedient."

"...I don't want to take this medicine." A distorted voice came from behind the pillow.

"Then what do you want?" Song Wenyao held up the pills and water glass in his hand.

"I want...to...to..."

One hand was raised, and the index finger stretched out, hooking the man's waistband.

"..."

The man stuffed the hangover tablet into his mouth with a blank expression, then brushed off the stubborn finger with his free hand, and walked away indifferently.

……

"I see!" The young man yelled and sat up.

"what do you know?"

"I know who you are now." The young man followed the voice and walked behind him, staring at him through the mirror.

"..." The man raised his head and looked at him quietly in the mirror for a while, seeing that he didn't speak, he lowered his head and continued to wash his hands.

There was a sudden weight on his back, and his hands wrapped around his waist.

"Why are you so good!" The young man leaned against his back, whispering beside his ear, "You are so good, who is worthy of you, do you want to be an orphan?"

"..."

Oh, thank you so much for your blessing.

He dragged the extended version of the koala hanging on his body out of the bathroom, pressed it onto the bed, spread out the quilt, turned it over on the left, tucked it in, turned it over on the right, tucked it in, lifted his heel, and wrapped it up.

"Go to sleep."

"Wait a minute." The young man grabbed the quilt, his eyes seemed to be filled with little stars, and looked at him expectantly, "You turn on my night light."

"……Where?"

"Don't tell you."

"..."

The young man hummed a song with a strange melody, "I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I have a little secret..."

Song Wenyao let out a heavy breath and sat down on the sofa.

Heart is very tired.

His eyes suddenly went dark, and he turned his head.

The young man turned on the optical brain at some point, and turned off the headlight on the ceiling with a remote control.

"Look!"

There was a light "ding" sound from the ceiling, and he turned on some projection device, and in an instant, brilliant colorful patterns covered the bed.

No matter how you look at it, there is no denying the fact that this is his signature.

Song Wenyao stared quietly at the constantly rotating and changing pattern, his blue eyes reflected a strange light like a cat in the darkness.

The room suddenly lit up.

The young man turned on the big light on the ceiling again.

"No, I haven't taken a shower yet, I'm going to wash for nothing." He pulled the quilt wrapped by Song Wenyao "swish", took off his naked body in two or three times, and passed someone sitting on the sofa majestically , went into the bathroom naked.

……

The cold water droplets splashed on the uneven floor tiles, and covered the bottom of the glass with a layer of transparent spots, dragging downwards to create a series of meandering wet marks.

The body that was hot and cold subconsciously avoided the top-down water flow, backed up and stuck to the glass with a bang.

"are you OK?"

A hazy voice came from far away, but the consciousness stuck in the mud couldn't react in time.

The door opened, and a pair of leather shoes stepped in, and the well-tailored suit trousers brushed at the ankles in gray stockings.

Song Wenyao stood at the door of the bathroom, looking at the naked young man curled up in the corner of the shower room from a distance, his face was flushed, he hugged himself, and looked at the shower helplessly through his wet gray hair, like a bird in a big Puppies with nowhere to go when they get wet in the rain.

"Ugh... I fell..." The young man narrowed his eyes and looked at the person walking towards him.

His hand passed through the water, and the transparent liquid wet his fingers. The back of his hand, like a long snake, wrapped around his arm all the way down, covering his torso with a layer of transparent skin that could be broken easily. film.

The young man's forehead touched the glass, and I saw You Lian blinked his wet eyelashes, and a crystal clear round drop of water fell to the corner of his eye, and stayed there for a moment because of the angle he looked up at.

His fingertips moved on the smooth surface until the angle of view coincided with the position of the man's lips.

Song Wenyao stood outside the bathroom door, lowered his head slightly, watching him slowly open his mouth, speaking silently.

"hug me……"

There was a hurricane in the man's eyes, like the unpredictable wind and waves in the deep night ocean, like the eruption of a sleeping volcano deep in the sea...

Expensive leather shoes were left outside the shower, the metal buckle of the leather belt fell to the ground, suit pants were randomly folded in half and thrown into the sink, the handle of the bathroom door was held by a bony hand and pulled open... …

The water temperature was adjusted to a comfortable position, and the dense steam gradually rose, blurring the intertwined figures on the glass layer by layer...

……

"Meow."

There was a little itching on the face, followed by the side of the neck, as if a small brush soaked in water was gently applying it.

"Good morning, President, it's 7 o'clock in the morning, and breakfast has been prepared for you."

The man lying on the white and spacious big bed opened his blue eyes, raised his arms to scoop up the gray hairball around his neck, and sat up.

He picked up the optical brain from the bedside table and put it on his hand, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepped on his slippers, passed the bright French windows, and walked into the bathroom.

……

"Baby, it's time to get up, I'm going to be late for work..."

In the dim room, the gray-haired young man hugged half of the brown duvet that was about to fall to the floor, scratched his head, turned over, and moved closer to the light brain of the bedside table.

zzzzz...

……

Accompanied by the sound of the electric toothbrush, strips of real-time financial news are drawn on the mirror;

The man rinsed his mouth, put the toothbrush back on the base, dabbed white shaving foam on the side of his face, and used the razor to remove the stubble one by one.

……

"Damn it! Why is it at this point again!"

The gray-haired young man cursed angrily, rolled off the bed, and rushed into the bathroom barefoot.

……

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the man was wearing a bathrobe and walked into the cloakroom while wiping his hair.

The dark-colored checked shirt that was ironed in advance has been hung on the hanger. Buttons are buttoned from top to bottom, and the tie is wrapped around. Fingers flip it flexibly. After fastening, adjust the bow tie to a suitable position in front of the mirror. Finish off the collar.

Open the drawer, pick wool socks of the same color from the storage compartment, sit on the stool, and pull them up from the toes until they wrap around the protruding knuckles of the two ankles and reach the same height.

Take out the neatly folded suit trousers from the closet, arrange the shirt tied at the waist so that there is no wrinkle, and then take out one of the many different styles of belts rolled up in another drawer, and put it on. Belt, snaps on.

……

"Clothes clothes clothes... Where are my clothes..." The gray-haired young man with a pair of big pants on his bare upper body rummaged in front of the closet for a long time, turning the folded clothes into a mess, "Ah... I forgot to turn on the washing machine, forget it, just this one... make do with it..."

He found a faded gray jumper and put it on, pulled out a pair of black sweatpants with letter patterns on the side, and tiptoed to reach the shoes.

……

Song Wenyao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, stretched out his hand to squeeze some styling gel, and pulled back the broken hair that fell on his forehead with five fingers.

A pair of imposing blue eyes appeared in the mirror.

……

Zhang Liangshao approached the mirror in the bathroom, tilted his head, and stretched out his hand to pluck a bunch of stupid hairs on his head.

"Tsk."

He messed up his whole hair, Dayin hid in the city, and Dumao successfully hid among his companions.

Very good, this style is about fluffy, casual, and falsely tall.

……

"President, the cake you ordered at ILMioAmore is ready, and you can go to the store to pick it up after get off work tonight."

"Ah."

After breakfast, the man took the overcoat handed by the butler and put it on, stepped his feet into the leather shoes with a shoehorn, and walked out of the gate calmly.

……

With a piece of toast in his mouth, Zhang Liangshao took out a bottle of boxed fresh milk from the refrigerator, walked a few steps towards the door, then turned back and lifted the backpack that had fallen on the coffee table to his shoulder, and left.

……

Does anyone remember what dream I had last night...