are you straight

Because there was still class tomorrow, they called a car to go back to school around eleven o'clock, and some boys and girls took the same car back to school.

The access control of the dormitory is at 12:11 on weekends, but because there are make-up classes on Saturday, the school follows the school day, and the access control time is 30:[-] as usual.

When Song Ji went up the stairs of the dormitory, he felt a dull pain in the back of his thigh, which was swollen without even looking.

Zhou You, who was very drunk, was still lying on his shoulders, sticking to his body all the time, Song Ji managed to get him back to the dormitory.

Lin Ning and Yu Zetian came back a few minutes later, Lin Ning saw Zhou You lying on the table and asked, "I can't take a bath in this state."

Zhou You, who was lying on his stomach, suddenly jumped up: "Wash, I can wash, find clothes for me."

He looked like a young master who was being served.

Song Ji found a change of clothes for Zhou You in the closet. Lin Ning was afraid that he might drown in the bathroom, so he didn't close the bathroom door tightly.

After fiddling in the bathroom for a while, Zhou You came out covered in moisture, without even drying his head.

Song Ji said to Lin Ning: "Go and wash first, I'll help him dry his hair."

Yu Zetian seemed to be really drunk, and climbed into bed as soon as he came back.

Zhou You sat down obediently: "A Song blows his hair."

Song Ji wondered if this man was drunk.

Zhou You has very short hair and dries in less than 5 minutes.

"Good night." Zhou Youchao Song Ji said.

……

Song Ji pinched his cheek and said, "Are you drunk?"

Zhou You said pitifully, "I just took a shower and woke up a little bit."

When Lin Ning came out, Song Ji was already sound asleep on the bed.

"I'll go and wake Yu Zetian up, if I sleep without taking a bath, it will stink tomorrow."

Lin Ning is still that good old man.

Yu Zetian didn't sleep deeply, and woke up when he called out.

"Go take a shower and go to bed."

"kindness."

After the three people in the dormitory fell asleep, Song Jizai came out of the bathroom, turned off the dormitory lights, and turned on the desk lamp under his seat.

Song Ji put his legs on the chair, and the back of his thighs were reddened, showing faint signs of swelling.

He touched it with his fingers, but it hurt when he pressed it without much effort.

Song Ji felt a little annoyed, he knew that Yu Zetian had great malice towards him, he thought he would ignore him and ignore him, but he found it boring by himself, even though he still didn't like it, it was always a one-man show.

But now that Yu Zetian has made a move, quietly making small movements behind his back, the nature has become different.

The warning Yu Zetian gave at that time took it as a deaf ear, and Song Ji's eyes sank.

The phone on the table vibrated, and a WeChat message came in.

[Jiang Zhilu: Are you asleep? 】

Song Ji put his legs down and replied: Not yet, what's the matter?

[Jiang Zhilu: Is the dormitory locked? 】

[Song Ji: No. 】

After a while, the door of the dormitory opened.

Song Ji looked at Jiang Zhilu in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Zhou You was already snoring, Jiang Zhilu glanced at the dormitory, Song Ji's desk lamp was on.

He walked up to Song Ji with a bottle of medicinal wine in his hand, "I'll bring you medicinal wine."

"I didn't..." Song Ji paused and changed his words: "Thank you."

Song Ji wore a pair of shorts after taking a shower in order to easily see the injury on the back of his thigh. When he sat down, the shorts were pulled up, exposing half of his thigh.

Jiang Zhilu's eyes seemed to float on him, Song Ji stood up and pulled down his shorts: "I can do it myself."

Jiang Zhilu asked, "Is there any swelling?"

Song Ji nodded: "There should be."

"Sit down and let me see."

The thigh is not a good place for people to see, he can't help but imagine it.But Jiang Zhilu had good intentions, and brought him medicine and wine overnight, and he would not think of going elsewhere like him.

Song Ji sat down obediently, and Jiang Zhilu put a chair next to him in front of Song Ji.

"Put your legs up."

Because the injury is on the back side, it's not easy to see, Song Ji pointed to his thigh: "It's in this place."

The scope of this place is small, it should be said that this area is painful.

Jiang Zhilu squatted down, and pressed his fingertips on the place Song Ji just pointed at: "Does it hurt?"

Song Ji said, "A little bit."

Song Ji asked again: "How do you know I bumped into it?"

Even the people in their dormitory don't know.

"I saw it." Jiang Zhilu unscrewed the medicinal wine, and a faint medicinal smell came, "Yu Zetian pushed you."

Song Ji was stunned, what Jiang Zhilu said was not that Yu Zetian bumped into you, but pushed you.

Jiang Zhilu continued: "The drink in his hand tilted before it hit you, and the strength of his hand continued to increase, and you were pushed to the corner of the table by him."

Jiang Zhilu told the situation at that time, and even Song Ji didn't see it.

"You saw it all?" Song Jizao clearly saw Jiang Zhilu playing cards with Wang Youting and the others in the private room.

Jiang Zhilu poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, rubbed it to warm it up, and then lightly applied it to the back of Song Ji's thigh.

Although the thighs are not considered a private place, even when they are fighting with Zhou You, they will touch them inadvertently, but that is only limited to Zhou You and them, excluding Jiang Zhilu.

When Song Ji's opponent's palm touched his skin, he curled up his hands and feet unconsciously, retracted reflexively, and clamped Jiang Zhilu's hand at the crook of his thigh.

"You..." Jiang Zhilu didn't put his hand down, "You're very sensitive."

Song Ji pursed his lower lip and put his leg back on the chair: "It's just a pain."

It's not really painful at all, just itchy and numb.

Jiang Zhilu put his hands back on his thighs again: "I'm going to be a little bit weaker."

"Why did he push you?"

Jiang Zhilu did not avoid the other party, Yu Zetian was in this dormitory.

"He doesn't like me." Song Ji added, "I don't like him much either."

"But he did it." Jiang Zhilu looked up at him, "The nature has changed."

Jiang Zhilu was just as he thought, cold violence is completely different from violence.

Song Ji was silent for a few seconds and said, "I know, I will solve it."

He couldn't figure it out, except that he was gay, Song Ji didn't think it was a problem, and he wouldn't like him.

Yu Zetian and him have any grudges, they haven't known each other for a month.

Jiang Zhilu's voice was a little serious: "Next time, fight back directly."

Song Ji: "?"

"Teach me how to fight, okay?"

Jiang Zhilu poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand again, with a serious expression: "Then call me."

This seems to be even worse.

Song Ji glanced at Yu Zetian's bed, he couldn't see clearly because of the mosquito net.

"Do you know that Yu Zetian is in our dormitory?" Song Ji bent down and asked Jiang Zhilu in a low voice.

Jiang Zhilu didn't care: "So what."

what will happen?If Yu Zetian knew, he would feel that I hugged your thigh, although I haven't touched your thigh, but now you are touching mine.

Song Ji looked down at Jiang Zhilu's whirling hair, he was a little bit confused, and scattered in his mind with some colored waste, out of control.

"Is it alright?"

Song Ji didn't count the time, he always felt that Jiang Zhilu stayed on his lap for a long time, the air conditioner was on in the dormitory, and Song Ji's palms were sweating.

"En." Jiang Zhilu said, "I'll keep the medicinal wine with you, and massage myself for about 5 minutes every day, so as to remove blood stasis."

Song Ji responded: "Okay."

After Jiang Zhilu left, Song Ji sat on the seat for a few minutes to calm down before going to bed.

It was almost 12:[-], and the people in the dormitory had already entered a deep sleep mode due to the influence of alcohol.

Jiang Zhilu's fingers were slender and big, and his palms were very hot. They were tightly attached to the back of his thighs. He stroked them gently. His nails accidentally slipped onto his skin, which felt a little tingling. The palms slowly left his thighs and came to him. Deeper, Song Ji did not stop.

The heat also followed, Song Ji's lower abdomen tightened, and he opened his eyes suddenly. He lay motionless on the bed, gasping for breath and his heart beating a little fast.

He reacted.

Not when he was being massaged by Jiang Zhilu, but when he savored it by himself, he thought about it and thought of himself.

Song Ji didn't try to solve it, he didn't want to, he suddenly enjoyed this feeling a little bit.

A person waited quietly for a reaction.

The author has something to say: ~520 happy (o^^o)