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The next day Jiang Jing woke up from the heat.

The windows were closed tightly, the curtains were drawn airtightly, the air conditioner was blowing hot air and humming, and the two quilts were tightly pressed against him.

No wonder he dreamed last night that he turned into Monkey King and was crushed under Five Fingers Mountain.Jiang Jing kicked off the quilt and let out a long sigh of relief.

The naked skin was exposed and he didn't feel deserted. Jiang Jing lay on the bed stretched out, and realized something was wrong after a while.

How could he cover two quilts?

How could he turn on the air conditioner when the electricity bill could hardly be paid?

and also……

His eyes moved down slowly, and stopped on the baggy sweatpants.

Why did he only take off his upper body and sleep with his pants on?

As soon as Jiang Jing drank, the fragments were broken, and his memory only stayed in Ji Shurong helping him out of the hot pot restaurant, and he couldn't remember what happened after that.

However, Jiang Jing is quite confident in his wine quality, even if he gets drunk, he shouldn't be ashamed.

He put the doubts behind him, thinking that he should have drunk too much last night to do these inexplicable things.

It was still early, and normally Jiang Jing would sleep again, but now he couldn't fall asleep anyway.He turned over and got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom with his upper body naked.

The bathroom is next to the kitchen. Jiang Jing usually seldom enters the door of the kitchen, so he didn't even give him a look. He walked over and was about to enter the bathroom when he suddenly heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing.

The sound is very clear, not auditory hallucinations.

"..." Jiang Jing's body froze, and his movements stopped abruptly.

It's broad daylight, and even if it's haunted, it shouldn't be at this time.Jiang Jing quietly picked up the glass on the cabinet next to him, tiptoed to the door, and heard another footstep.

The swaying figure on the glass door gradually approached, Jiang Jing raised his glass and stared at the door.

"Click." With a sound, the door opened.

"I fucking..."

"Hey?"

Ji Shurong had his sleeves rolled up to the crook of his arms, holding a bowl of noodles in one hand, and the hot air was separated between the two of them.He took a look at Jiang Jing and asked, "I was just about to ask you to eat, why didn't you wear some clothes?"

Jiang Jing blinked and said blankly, "Why are you here?"

Ji Shurong glanced at the cup held above his head, and said, "Didn't you tell me not to go?"

"..."

Jiang Jing quickly put away the glass, his ears turned red visibly.He avoided Ji Shurong in a panic, pointed to the bathroom, and stammered, "I...I'm going to the bathroom."

Ji Shurong stared at his fleeing back, suddenly understood something, and said with a smile: "You don't think there are burglars in the house, do you?"

Jiang Jing closed the bathroom door behind his back, pretending not to hear.

He went to the toilet for more than ten minutes, wishing he could stuff himself into the toilet and flush it away.

The memories of last night flooded in like a flood, and the broken clips were picked up again. Jiang Jing looked at himself in the mirror with red ears, and felt that his face was capitalized "stupid".

He seemed to have installed a 360-degree surround sound system in his mind, playing what he said to Ji Shurong last night in a loop.

Jiang Jing took the towel and gestured around his neck, thinking that he would forget about strangling himself.

Just when he was thinking about how to strangle to death the most, Ji Shurong's voice came through the door: "Isn't it finished yet? The noodles are going to be cold."

Jiang Jing closed his eyes, and his heart was ashamed: "Here we come."

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, walked out slowly, and sat on the edge of the sofa, keeping a distance from Ji Shurong.

Ji Shurong handed him a glass of water and asked, "Drink first, are you sober?"

Jiang Jing nodded muffled.

It would be better not to wake up.

Jiang Jing was drinking water, Ji Shurong raised his head and said to him, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Jiang Jing choked and almost choked himself to death.

He coughed so loudly that tears burst out of his eyes.

Ji Shurong looked at his red eyes, smiled and handed over a tissue, and said, "Drink slowly."

Jiang Jing wiped his face and ate the noodles without saying a word.Last night was so embarrassing that he didn't want to talk.

But Ji Shurong seemed to be unaware, his eyes fell on him, and he said in a casual tone: "You kept pulling me last night, and I had no choice but to stay. I wanted to wait until you fell asleep before leaving, but time It was very late, so I just slept on the sofa all night."

Jiang Jing's head was almost buried in the bowl, and he said in a low voice, "Sorry, I'm drunk and crazy."

"It's not crazy, it's just too clingy."

Jiang Jing: "..."

I beg you, just stop talking.

Ji Shurong finished the last mouthful of noodles, took a sip of water, cleared his throat and said, "If you have a bad stomach, don't drink so much alcohol. I vomited for half an hour last night. I'll give you anti-alcohol and stomach medicine. Now Do you feel better?"

No wonder waking up this morning without any discomfort, Jiang Jing nodded: "It's much better."

After eating a bowl of noodles, Jiang Jing finally put down his chopsticks and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Ji Shurong wanted to be with him, but he refused because of the reason: "It was hard work for you to take care of me last night, I can do this little thing by myself."

So Ji Shurong leaned against the door with folded arms, and suddenly said with a smile: "You are not embarrassed, are you?"

Jiang Jing suddenly turned on the faucet, and the sound of rushing water covered Ji Shurong's voice, and he continued to pretend he couldn't hear it.

Isn't this person very good at taking care of others? Why don't you save him any face now?Jiang Jing washed the dishes over and over again, but refused to look back.

Ji Shurong looked at his stubborn back, and the smile deepened: "You don't have to do this, I can understand, really."

The more he said this, the more embarrassed Jiang Jing became.

Seeing that the tips of his ears started to turn red again, Ji Shurong pressed his chin to cover the smile in his eyes, changed the subject and said, "I asked Yang Xiao this morning, and he said that the bar happened to be short of a waiter. If you want to go, you can." Go, the wages are calculated by the hour, if you have time, go over and help."

The sound of running water gradually became quieter, Jiang Jing put the bowls and chopsticks back to their original positions, dried the water from his hands, turned around with a stiff neck, and said, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he felt that this word was a bit perfunctory, so he added: "Thank you."

Ji Shurong stood up straight, looked at him and smiled: "We are all friends, no thanks."

He turned his head and looked at the watch on the wall, and said, "It's getting late, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Ji Shurong grabbed the coat on the sofa and put it on his body, and said to Jiang Jing, "If you still feel uncomfortable, go to the doctor, and stop drinking so much in the future."

Jiang Jing said, "Understood."

"Hearing your tone, you didn't take my words at ease." Ji Shurong rubbed his hair, grabbed the key on the table, walked to the door and waved, "Let's go, don't send it."

The door was gently closed, and the room returned to silence.

Jiang Jing stood where he was, the warm touch on his head just now hadn't dissipated.He raised his hand and touched it. The hair was soft and thick, and it felt really good.

The originally disorganized sofa was tidied up, and there was a thin quilt on it, where Ji Shurong slept last night.

Jiang Jing took a few glances, the sofa was small and narrow, one can imagine how uncomfortable Ji Shurong slept.

He silently condemned himself, bent down to pick up the quilt, then looked away, and found that there was still something under it.

It was a small white bottle, which should have been dropped by Ji Shurong.

Jiang Jing freed up one hand to pick it up, and looked at the words on it. He was puzzled at first, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

"Estazolam Tablets" is written on the bottle, followed by a few lines of small words: mainly used for insomnia, anxiety, tension, fear, and also for anti-epileptic and anti-convulsant.

So this bottle of pills is a sleeping pill? ?