your glory my sniper

One night, just like this.

Yu Jianglan has a strong hangover ability, and because he went to bed early last night, the genius woke up leisurely.

The soft quilt covers the body comfortably, exuding a faint yang □ □ smell,

"Er..."

He hummed dryly, his temples were aching, and his unconscious physiological reaction in the morning was particularly obvious.

So he stretched his long legs a little, but in the next second, his toes suddenly touched a soft spot.

!!!

"Lying trough..."

Before he could open his eyes, he felt a "thump" in his heart, his nerves tensed suddenly, and he discovered two things.

First, he was not wearing any clothes at this time.

Second, there seemed to be someone in his arms.

His sleepy eyes suddenly widened, and his gaze fell after a pause. Under his arms, Ling Jibei's sleeping face was extremely clear.

He buried his face in his arms, breathing lightly, and the long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, with a vivid and quiet beauty.

The hot breath slowly overflowed from the slightly opened mouth, and sprayed on Yu Jianglan's neck in waves, his lips were light in color, with a beautiful luster.

Yu Jianglan was stunned for a moment, and then with a jolt, he withdrew his hand from his shoulder like an electric shock.

what's the situation!Such a big bed!

The first thing he checked was himself, because he has always had a problem with sleeping, he likes to hug things, pillows, quilts, in short, he likes to hug something.Through this, you can gain the sense of security that you lack.

But this... obviously two quilts...

Why...sleep in a bed! ?

Yu Jianglan sat up, raised his eyes, saw Ling Jibei's quilt was nestled on the ground, and sighed helplessly.

After his action just now, the sleeping person was obviously disturbed, his eyelids loosened, he frowned and hummed twice as if he was getting up, and turned his back to Yu Jianglan while hugging Yu Jianglan's quilt. Him, continue to sleep.

Ling Jibei suffers from hypoglycemia, and every morning he wakes up with insufficient blood supply, dizzy and uncomfortable, it is difficult to wake up immediately from sleep, and he has to sleep for a long time.

Her mind was dizzy, Yu Jianglan was a little fragmented about what happened last night, she only remembered that she drank too much, and after coming out of the bar, she seemed to wander around a lot.

He stood at the head of the bed, looked down at the person on the bed for a long time, fragmentary memories flashed in his mind—

Ling Jibei carried him through the ancient alleys of Lijiang, climbed the stairs, took off his shoes, fed him water...

He called him "Brother Lan" again and again.

It seems to be real, and it seems to be a dream.

Yu Jianglan turned around and went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed his clothes, and when he came out, Ling Jibei was still sleeping.

His face was a little pale, and it looked like his blood sugar had dropped again.

Yu Jianglan patted his arm: "Hey, get up."

It's 08:30, it's getting late, Fan Jie sent a notice in the group to have breakfast downstairs at [-] o'clock, but Ling Jibei didn't have the slightest intention to get up.

He got up a little annoyed, thought in a daze that Ling Bo was calling him, lost his temper, and rudely pushed Yu Jianglan's arm away, "Don't...don't touch me...get up...huh..."

"Ling Jibei, wake up, do you hear me?" Yu Jianglan raised his voice a few times and patted his face.

Yu Jianglan's name is so recognizable, he was endowed with some unknown penetrating power, passed through layers of clouds and mists in his sleep, and directly captured Ling Jibei's wandering soul, and pressed him into it in the body.

Brother Lan?

Ling Jibei slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and the moment his eyes met, the corners of his eyes turned red with panic.

Yu Jianglan was very calm at first, but when he woke up and found someone under the bed, he immediately thought that he had done something disqualified after drinking, but when he opened his eyes and saw that it was Ling Jibei, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't feel disgusted, and I didn't even feel that there was anything shameful. Even if the two big men were asleep, it seemed nothing.

But at this moment, seeing Ling Jibei's dazed appearance, he suddenly panicked.

"yesterday…"

"yesterday…"

The two spoke in unison.

"Brother Lan, do you still remember what happened last night?" Ling Jibei probed cautiously, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Yu Jianglan froze for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't really remember."

"All right…"

"Why?" Yu Jianglan looked at him with a slight sigh, "Why do you look a little lost?"

Ling Jibei got up a little violently, slightly dizzy, so he turned sideways and took the bag of candy that Yu Jianglan bought for him from the bedside last night, wanting to make up for a candy.

Just about to tear off the packaging, she suddenly stopped, thinking of the cute scene where Yu Jianglan bought candy for herself last night, she couldn't help but curl her mouth.

He got out of bed, hid it like a sugar baby at the bottom of the suitcase, then went to his bag to get another bag, opened it, peeled off one and put it in his mouth, and replied happily: "Lost, indeed lost, I am lost yesterday. I'm going to be exhausted taking care of you late, and you can't remember anything."

"How did you take care of it?" Yu Jianglan raised his eyebrows with interest, and asked lightly, "Take off my clothes."

"Hey? Hey? Don't talk nonsense, brother Lan! You took off your clothes yourself! It has nothing to do with me!" Ling Jibei retorted immediately, completely ignoring Yu Jianglan's face, and told him what happened Truth: "I came back last night and you said you were thirsty. I went down and poured honey water for you. As soon as I came back, good guy, you have been honest with me."

He spread his hands slyly, and then pouted at the broken glass beside the wall at the door: "Look, that's the physical evidence. I'm so scared by your eight-pack abs that I can't even hold a water glass."

Yu Jianglan turned his face and took a look, listening to his words, the corners of his ears were slightly red.

Ling Jibei laughed wantonly, jumped up and hugged his neck, eyes full of envy: "Yes, brother Lan, how did you practice, I always thought that your waist injury was from playing games, now I see, you are masturbating!" It's hard."

While bragging, he stretched out his hand to touch Yu Jianglan's stomach. "Tell me, which girl are you trying to seduce by training your body like an e-sports player?"

"Go away." Yu Jianglan smiled and stopped his hand, explaining: "It is more obvious by nature, and it will be like this after a little practice."

"My God, brother Lan, you are still a Versailles!"

"It's just seeking truth from facts." Yu Jianglan smiled slightly, turned around and walked to the door, bent down and reached out to pick up the broken pieces of glass.

Seeing this, Ling Jibei rushed forward and grabbed him: "What are you doing, Brother Lan? Watch out for your hands."

"It's okay." Yu Jianglan picked it up carefully, piled it into a hill in the other palm, then got up and walked out.

Ling Jibei followed: "Just throw the trash can, what are you doing?"

Yu Jianglan went down the stairs at the back of the inn, facing a small wild field. He squatted down in front of a tree, picked up a stone to dig a hole, and buried the glass in it.

This operation stunned Ling Jibei.

"No...Brother Lan...what are you doing..."

Ling Jibei was standing right behind him, watching him bury the glass in disbelief, looking at that skillful technique, it was almost certain that he was a "recidivist".

After Yu Jianglan was buried, she clapped her hands and stood up.

Hearing Ling Jibei's question, he hesitated to speak for a moment, as if he was thinking whether to explain to him, and after a long time he slowly said: "Glass will hurt your hands."

Ling Jibei was puzzled: "Yeah, so just throw it in the trash and wait for disposal."

Yu Jianglan's eyes darkened, and his voice was very low:

"I mean, people who pick up trash hurt their hands."

???

"Who is free to look through the trash can? Brother Lan, you are a bit of a virgin, so you will be safe if you bury it in the ground?"

Ling Jibei confronted his Brother Lan with reason and evidence: "What if there is a farmer uncle digging wild vegetables, what if archaeologists dig the ground hundreds of years later, what if you destroy the little ant's home? "

...

He followed behind Yu Jianglan talking endlessly, but the latter ignored him, washed his hands after returning to the room, and took out his mobile phone.

Seeing that it will be nine o'clock in one minute, and the quota competition for the masked gun couple competition is about to begin, he changed the wifi to 1g, and quickly tapped the [Start] button on the screen with his finger.

The period of this competition is set in May. During this period, the first and second teams of the major professional teams are in emergency training, and almost no one will participate.

Those who can sign up are mostly anchors and some passer-by players.Yu Jianglan couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, in such a game, even if he won, he would lose his identity.

The biggest advantage is that this game does not require real names, nor does it need to show people their true colors.

Moreover, for Yu Jianglan at this time, he needs money and also wants to compete.