The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

Shen Jialan turned around and walked towards Zhuo Qian, humming in a low voice.

Zhuo Qian suddenly felt cheated. He wanted to be angry and was a little bit reluctant to be angry with Shen Jialan. In the end, he just gently pushed Shen Jialan who had already walked up to him: "Why didn't you say it earlier? You let me take you away for so long .”

Shen Jialan grabbed Zhuo Qian's hand and pushed him, saying, "I'm not worried that you don't want to come over."

"Why don't I want to come over?" Zhuo Qian said with a smile, "I didn't bring the key, where is it not outside?"

As he said that, Zhuo Qian became curious again, "You don't have my ID card, how could you check in for me?"

"This is the room that Liu Xu booked. He left the room card at the front desk."

Zhuo Qian snorted, he had a lot to ask, he wanted to know how Shen Jialan was doing during this time, how did Shen Jialan escape, and what attitude Shen Jialan's family had now.

Maybe it was because there were so many things he wanted to ask, and he didn't know where to start asking for a while.

This room is very large, divided into an inner room and an outer room. Inside is a very soft and comfortable two-meter-wide bed, outside is a sofa coffee table and floor-to-ceiling windows that are so large that they almost cover the entire wall.

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was cleaned and brightened. From a distance, you can see their figures reflected on the glass. When you get closer, you can see the dimly lit night view of the city below through the glass.

It was late at night, and the whole city seemed to fall into a deep sleep. The dark night sky was like an endless curtain, heavy, as if it could be overwhelmed at any time.

Shen Jialan turned on the heater in the room, and asked Zhuo Qian to change into the slippers in the room.

Zhuo Qian was still wearing spring and summer pajamas.

This set of pajamas was dug out from the closet by the original owner. It seemed that Zhou Wenya bought it for him.

The quality of the pajamas is very poor, there is only a thin layer of fabric, and the whole set of pajamas is gray in color, and there is actually a Pikachu pattern printed on the chest.

However, the wind was blowing outside for so long just now, so it is naturally impossible to wear this set of pajamas to sleep again.

At first Zhuo Qian didn't think there was anything wrong with his pajamas, but now standing under the bright light, he suddenly realized that his pajamas were really ugly and inferior.

He was a little embarrassed, and subconsciously pulled down his pajamas.

In fact, if it wasn't for Shen Jialan, I'm afraid he would never be able to live in this kind of suite for the rest of his life. Yan Shuyang and Zhuo Fei were right to some extent, there was indeed a big gap between him and Shen Jialan.

Once this thought popped up, it could never be eliminated, like a drop of black ink falling into clear water, quickly spreading to the surroundings.

Shen Jialan took out the nightgown from the closet, turned around and saw Zhuo Qian standing in front of the bed with an awkward expression, he walked over and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Zhuo Qian came to his senses and wanted to say that he had already taken a shower, but after thinking about it, he still took the nightgown handed over by Shen Jialan: "I'll go wash it again."

"What's wrong?" Shen Jialan pulled back Zhuo Qian who was about to leave, pinched Zhuo Qian's red ears, "It's so hot, what are you thinking?"

Zhuo Qian clenched his nightgown tightly, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I was thinking that you seem to have lost weight."

"Yeah." Shen Jialan buried his face in Zhuo Qian's neck, sighed, and said, "I was locked in the room by my grandfather, and the windows were also sealed. Have some."

Zhuo Qian frowned worriedly, stretched out his hand to touch Shen Jialan's waist, and the flesh that had finally grown was less.

Zhuo Qian felt very distressed, thinking of Shen Jialan's experience during this period of time, it was even more uncomfortable, as if his whole heart was tightened by a rope.

"I'm sorry." Zhuo Qian said, "I should have found you earlier."

Shen Jialan rubbed against his neck and said, "Fortunately, you didn't come to look for me. Even if you came to look for me, you might not be able to see me. My grandpa might beat you up if he was angry."

"Then let the old man beat him up." Zhuo Qian stroked Shen Jialan's head, inserted/inserted his fingers into Shen Jialan's hair, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of steadfastness in his heart. He said with a smile, "I already got his grandson, What is it to be beaten by him?"

Shen Jialan raised his head, fixed his black eyes on Zhuo Qian, and said, "Are you really willing to be beaten up by my grandpa?"

"I'm just afraid that he won't beat me up." Zhuo Qian kissed him on the mouth, "I'm also afraid that I won't even be able to see your grandfather's face."

Zhuo Qian's initiative seemed to make Shen Jialan extremely happy, he smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, leaned over and kissed Zhuo Qian's lips, and said against his lips: "If you want to beat me up, you'll beat me up, I just don't want to let my grandpa beat me up." you."

Zhuo Qian raised his head, obediently letting Shen Jialan kiss him.

But only halfway through the kiss, Shen Jialan's hands holding Zhuo Qian's cheeks suddenly felt wet. He froze for a moment, and after realizing it, he hurriedly pulled away, but saw that Zhuo Qian's face was covered with tears at some point.

Zhuo Qian cried until his eyes were red, and he didn't know how he couldn't hold back his voice.

"I'm sorry, I should have gone to you earlier, but I'm a little scared, I don't dare to face your family." Anyway, Shen Jialan found out, Zhuo Qian no longer suppressed it, and let the big tears flow down With his cheeks drooping, he looked at Shen Jialan and said, "I'm too timid, and I made you face all this alone."

When Zhuo Qian cried like this, Shen Jialan was at a loss for the first time. He kept wiping Zhuo Qian's tears with his hands, and comforted him softly: "You are not wrong, this is a matter of my family, and I really need to deal with it alone. If I were you, I wouldn't necessarily do better than you."

Zhuo Qian closed his eyes: "I'm sorry."

After comforting him, Shen Jialan moved closer and kissed the tears off Zhuo Qian's face. He tasted it, then frowned: "It's so salty."

Zhuo Qian chuckled: "Tears are salty."

Seeing this, Shen Jialan immediately pecked Zhuo Qian's lips: "It's also sweet."

Being kissed by Shen Jialan all the time, Zhuo Qian couldn't cry anymore, he pursed his lips and sighed: "Only you think tears are sweet."

"No." Shen Jialan said, "Only your tears are sweet."

Then he asked, "Will you take a bath?"

"Ah?" Zhuo Qian was stupefied by Shen Jialan's sudden change of subject, then remembered that he really wanted to take a bath just now, so he nodded, "Wash."

As a result, this bath was a bit different from what Zhuo Qian thought.

He thought he was taking a bath alone, but Shen Jialan followed him into the bathroom as a matter of course.

Everything that happened next was so logical.

Zhuo Qian was an out-and-out novice in this area, he didn't expect Shen Jialan to be newer than him, and he didn't even understand theoretical knowledge.

Later, Zhuo Qian could only suppress his shame and guide Shen Jialan step by step.

The headlights in the room were turned off deliberately by Zhuo Qian, leaving only a desk lamp beside the bed, the dim light illuminated the small world beside the bed.

Zhuo Qian looked down at Shen Jialan who was pressed under him, for a moment, his beating heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

He was so nervous that the hands on both sides of Shen Jialan's body were trembling slightly.

Once again, he felt that Shen Jialan was so good-looking, his eyes, nose and lips were exactly on his aesthetic point, even if he just looked at him like this for a lifetime, he wouldn't feel tired of it.

"Shen Jialan." Zhuo Qian couldn't help lowering his head and kissed Shen Jialan's mouth, "I like you so much."

Shen Jialan smiled and cupped his cheeks: "I like you too."

Zhuo Qian was dazzled by Shen Jialan's beautiful smile. At this moment, he actually understood the feeling of ancient kings not wanting to go to court early.

Accompanied by someone you like, why go to court early?He just wants to see this person in front of him.

Zhuo Qian swallowed quietly, and said in a very gentle voice as much as possible: "I will be gentle."

Shen Jialan said, "Yes."

Just when Zhuo Qian prepared himself for the next move, Shen Jialan said abruptly, "Are you on top?"

"Huh?" Zhuo Qian was extremely nervous, stuttering, "For example, if you find this position uncomfortable, I can also let you be on it."

Shen Jialan smiled and kissed his forehead: "Okay."

Zhuo Qian clumsily switched places with Shen Jialan, and he kept cheering himself up in his heart.

It's okay, it's right below, although his posture at the bottom will take some physical strength, but when the time comes, let Shen Jialan move by himself.

He wanted to be 0 before because he had never experienced the joy of being 1, and of course he had never experienced the joy of being 0... Anyway, maybe after he made 1, he would never want to be 0 again.

Zhuo Qian took a deep breath and cheered himself on.

But the next second, he was stunned.

Shen Jialan was on the top, but he was also doing what he was literally doing on the top. When he felt something trying to come in, Zhuo Qian held his breath. After he realized what that thing was after a while, he There was a bang in his head.

"Wait, wait..." Zhuo Qian pushed Shen Jialan blankly, "Why are you on top?"

I don't know if it's because the heating in the room was turned on too high, a thin layer of sweat oozed from Shen Jialan's forehead, a blush appeared on his jade-like face, staring at Zhuo Qian's black eyes that were bright and hot , he said: "Didn't you say I was on top?"

"But, but..." Zhuo Qian's thoughts had become a pile of unreasonable wool balls, he stammered for a long time before saying, "But I'm not talking about this."

Then, he couldn't speak anymore.

At the end, Zhuo Qian couldn't help crying again, maybe because of a little pain, or maybe because of other things, his tears couldn't be stopped no matter what.

He didn't know when Shen Jialan carried him to the sofa. His back was pressed against the cold floor-to-ceiling windows, and soon Shen Jialan blocked him with his hands. Behind him was the beautiful and quiet city night scene.

Perhaps the glass behind him was wiped too clean, giving him the illusion that he was about to be swallowed by the dark night sky for a moment.

His body trembled slightly, and his toes curled up vigorously. It was not a good thing to do this kind of thing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was always worried about being seen by other people outside the window, even though he knew that there were almost no taller buildings around.

Zhuo Qian's chest was filled with shame that was almost overflowing. He wanted to escape, but unfortunately his feet couldn't touch the ground. At this moment, he was more like a fish to be slaughtered.

No, it should be a fish out of water... He even had difficulty breathing, so that he had to open his mouth and gasp for air.

His mind was full of the same doubt.

Isn't Shen Jialan the protagonist?Isn't Shen Jialan the one below?Can Shen Jialan really attack?

He had always thought that Shen Jialan said those words deliberately to make him feel at ease, thanks to the many psychological constructions he did for himself when he took a bath.

I didn't expect Shen Jialan to be the one above!

All my worries were gone...

When they were about to climb to the top, Zhuo Qian saw a few light spots in the dark night sky in his peripheral vision. Those light spots became brighter and closer, and finally flew right in front of their floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zhuo Qian thought that he and Shen Jialan were both naked, and immediately hugged Shen Jialan like an octopus, "What is that? A drone? Someone is filming us? Hurry up, go inside!"

Shen Jialan stood still, and said with trembling voice after a long time: "Baby, are you trying to pinch me off?"

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Even though he couldn't see his appearance at this time, he guessed that he must be like an overcooked shrimp.

"Go inside." Zhuo Qian was so ashamed that tears poured out again, and he buried his face in Shen Jialan's chest.