After the breakup, I was taken away by the hero's good brother overnight [Transmigration Book]

Jinjiang Literature City·50

Well, Jiang Yanjue not only has great strength.

Qin Ting hugged him tightly with a half-smile, "Do you think you are doing push-ups, you have to stay so far away from me."

Qin Ting's warm breath sprayed all over his ears, Jiang Yanzhuo's scalp instantly went numb, and his body became even hotter.He pinched Qin Ting's soft face: "Listen, don't make trouble."

Qin Ting kissed his tense handsome face, "I always thought you could sit still, and every time after making out, I was the only one who felt uncomfortable. Now that I think about it, you hid it well."

Every time Jiang Yanzhuo got close to him, he avoided it just right. He either supported himself on one knee, or supported it with his wrist, or covered it with his jacket. Even if he sat on Jiang Yanzhuo's lap, he didn't find anything unusual. .

Jiang Yanzhuo sighed softly, and pecked Qin Ting's cheek with his lips, "Well, aren't you afraid?"

He always has extraordinary desires and longings for Qin Ting.

Even if Qin Ting showed a slender waist and a piece of collarbone, his heart would sway, and evil thoughts abounded.Not to mention that every hot and humid kiss is a tormented sweetness to him.

"What are you afraid of, you and I are both men," Qin Ting said nonchalantly, "It's like I don't have what you have."

Excellent quality, elastic leather sofa dented by the weight of two people.

Jiang Yan laughed lightly, Qin Ting was completely covered by him in his arms. Compared with him, Qin Ting had a smaller frame, a slender figure, and his flesh and bones were evenly distributed. It felt very comfortable for him to cover him like this of.

Jiang Yanzhuo could feel that Qin Ting's breathing was getting uneven.The clear woody aroma of his body lingered in his nostrils.

Qin Ting became more and more dishonest, which disturbed him even more.

Qin Ting looked at the dark eyes of the person in front of him, with layers of sweat on his forehead, and he called softly, "Azhuo."

The brown eyes were glistening at the moment, and Jiang Yanzhuo felt the string in his head was completely broken after just one look at the eyes that were hesitant to speak, and he lowered his head to touch him with his lips.

He seems to be sketching and describing to his heart's content on a piece of white and smooth rice paper. He is almost obsessed with smearing and coloring, and he swipes at will, leaving bright red traces everywhere. The eyes are like a charming spring, and the ears are accompanied by emotional notes.

The most beautiful silhouette he has drawn along the delicate lines, doing whatever he wants with indulgence.Following the soft voice, he finally turned his pen and landed heavily, and then stayed for a long time.With crazy love and nostalgia, he finely ground that place, dyeing it more and more moist.On the white paper with excellent texture, the original two petals are more beautiful in color.The painting is just about done.

Qin Ting's ears, neck, and cheeks were dyed, and Jiang Yanzhuo said a lot of love words to him, which made him blush even more.

"Listen, I like you so much."

"Listen, how come you are so beautiful."

"Listen, you are mine now, right?"

Qin Ting replied in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Used paper towels, wet wipes all fell into the trash can.Jiang Yanzhuo packed up the sofa and went to take a shower.

After Qin Ting finished washing, he lay on his back on the sofa exhaustedly and swiped his phone, the chaotic scene in his mind lingering.

Jiang Yan applauded the growing exaggeration.Qin Ting glanced at his reddish hands, and sighed, his hands might be worn out after a while.

Qin Ting couldn't imagine what kind of blow he would bear in the future.He seemed to be overwhelmed, unable to bear it.

Qin Ting poked his phone angrily, and saw that everyone in the dormitory group was chatting.

Qin Ting sent a message with a smile: [Ahem, good evening, brothers. ]

[Chen Zifan: Yo, the missing person has appeared, and I have not replied to your message.Someone from Jiang answered the phone call. ]

Qin Ting suddenly remembered that he had completely forgotten about Chen Zifan and was preoccupied with dating. He asked awkwardly: [Zifan, you are still at school when you go home. ]

[Chen Zifan: At school, go home tomorrow. ]

Qin Ting rubbed his face, and sent it in a serious manner: [@陈子凡@唐玉@卢沉, cough cough, solemnly announce that I have a boyfriend~]

The group was inexplicably silent for a long time. When Qin Ting thought he was disconnected from the Internet, he didn't know who initiated the group call invitation. Qin Ting quickly hung up: [Ahem, typing, I'm shy. ]

[Chen Zifan: Who mentioned it first. ]

[Qin Ting: Me. ]

[Chen Zifan: Ahhhhhhhh that's too much, you're still that awkward guy we know. ]

[Lu Chen: Damn, this is too sudden, you will be so proactive. ]

Qin Ting raised his eyebrows: [Why don't you ask who my boyfriend is. ]

Qin Ting smiled and watched the three of them make a dog-headed emoji together.

[Tang Yu: I gave gifts the day before yesterday, gave flowers yesterday, and are together today. ]

[Tang Yu: At the speed of the two of you, when school starts, you won't have a child. ]

[Lu Chen: That's right, pretty boys should pay more attention to protecting themselves, and be careful not to get pregnant. ]

[Qin Ting:? ? ? ]

[Chen Zifan: By the way, you only talked to us so late, you probably just finished something indescribable. ]

[Chen Zifan: Take it easy, don't mess around, be careful that he won't keep you out of bed. ]

[Qin Ting: . . . ]

Qin Ting was blushing and heart beating. His hands were already weak, but he trembled in fright at their nonsense, and the phone fell out of his hand in an instant and fell to the ground.

He reached out and touched under the sofa for a long time but couldn't find it. It seemed that he could only move the sofa. He moved the sofa effortlessly. After moving a certain distance, he saw the mobile phone stuck in the corner.

Qin Ting vaguely heard the sound of the hair dryer, Jiang Yanzhuo had probably finished washing and was blowing his hair.

He stared at the phone that was just an arm's length away from him and thought for a while.Then, he stuffed the sofa back silently, lying on the back of the sofa and waiting.

Jiang Yanzhuo walked out of the bathroom in black pajamas, and heard his boy call out crisply: "Boyfriend, come here."

Jiang Yanzhuo immediately walked over with a smile, "What's the matter, listen."

Qin Ting looked at Jiang Yanzhuo after bathing with a smile, his handsome face became more prominent, he propped his chin and said: "Azhuo, come and help me move the sofa, I can't move it, the phone fell into it. "

Qin Ting needs him.

Jiang Yanzhuo laughed dumbly, put down the towel in his hand, and happily helped move the sofa.

Reluctantly, the sofa was moved again. Qin Ting nimbly sneaked into the gap behind the sofa, got the phone, and said with surprise on his face, "Thank you boyfriend, you are so amazing."

Jiang Yanzhuo chuckled, carefully pulled Qin Ting out, and pushed the sofa back easily.

Qin Ting looked at Jiang Yanzhuo's tight muscles revealed by exerting force on his arms, and sighed repeatedly, "It's good to have a boyfriend."

Jiang Yanzhuo grabbed Qin Ting's hand and walked slowly to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and helped him wash his hands, "Well, the tool man boyfriend can work, love people, and warm the bed. At present, apart from cooking, skill points Full."

The corners of Qin Ting's mouth rose, "My life is too good."

Jiang Yanzhuo laughed lightly, "My life is also very good."

The water temperature was just right, Jiang Yanzhuo pressed out the hand sanitizer, and rubbed Qin Ting's hand carefully, from fingertips to palms, the white foam wrapped their hands with their fingers interlaced.

Qin Ting looked up at his high-spirited appearance in the mirror, with sweet smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows, but the marks on his neck were too horrible to look at.

The people around him hugged him from behind, and got very close to him with their heads down.

Qin Ting turned his head and kissed Jiang Yanzhuo's cheek, and then he clearly felt that Jiang Yanzhuo squeezed his hand harder.

After washing your hands, wipe your hands again.

Qin Ting felt that now he was so squeamish and sensual to the extreme, there was no way he could have a boyfriend to pamper him.

Xiao Qin is also very helpless.

After washing his hands, Qin Ting asked slowly, "How are you going to sleep tonight?"

Jiang Yanzhuo glanced at him indifferently, and dragged him into the master bedroom, intending to drag him to lie down.

Qin Ting put his fist against his mouth and coughed lightly: "This is not good."

Jiang Yanzhuo squeezed his white wrist, looked at him with a half-smile, "What's wrong."

Qin Ting pretended to be coy and replied: "On the first day of love, we have to share the same bed. Isn't the progress bar going too fast?"

Jiang Yanzhuo: "No way, who made us a couple who pursue both quality and efficiency, come on boyfriend. I can take care of you if you feel uncomfortable at night."

"You're right." Qin Ting was successfully persuaded, and instantly threw himself on the soft quilt.

He and Jiang Yanzhuo had a little intimacy for a while, and then each restrained and calmed down.

Alas, such a young age is so untouchable.

Jiang Yanzhuo wanted to sleep with his arms around him, but after Qin Ting refused decisively, he saw puzzlement written on his face.

Qin Ting smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Jiang Yanzhuo's back, "I've slept all day, and it's definitely not easy to fall asleep at night. I'm afraid I'll disturb you. You're exhausted from taking care of me all day, so go to bed first."

Jiang Yanzhuo asked softly: "What about you, aren't you bored, I want to accompany you."

I still have to accompany him, and the two of them don't need to sleep tonight, and the progress bar can be directly filled up.

Qin Ting quickly refused: "No need, I can just play with my phone, you should take a rest."

Jiang Yanzhuo clicked his tongue lightly, as if expressing slight dissatisfaction with the fact that the mobile phone was more fun than his boyfriend.

Qin Ting watched helplessly as Jiang Yanzhuo pulled the two pillows so close that they were almost stacked on top of each other. His hand tightly held his left hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Jiang Yan smiled and kissed Qin Ting's lips, "Baby, good night."

The person beside him was breathing steadily and was already asleep.

Qin Ting dimmed the light of the desk lamp, and after playing with his mobile phone for a while, he felt so bored, no matter how he looked at it, he put it down leisurely, and turned to admire his boyfriend's sleeping face.

Maybe stars are in the eye of the beholder.

Jiang Yanzhuo's face is impeccable to him, every part has grown into his heart, his facial features are profound, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow, and he always looks too cold when he is not smiling.

Qin Ting smiled, only he had seen Jiang Yanzhuo's most complicated expression and the hottest emotion.

Inexplicably, he thought of the messy scene on the sofa again, which made his heart tremble again.

Jiang Yanzhuo hugged him and did not let go, kissing him impatiently, like a child asking for candy, not even a little bit calm.It's hard to imagine the joy of indulging in it on his dull and silent face.

Qin Ting picked up the phone and turned off the volume, and took a pre-bedtime photo with Jiang Yanzhuo who was sleeping peacefully.He looked at the phone happily, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be a bed photo, although both of them were wearing clothes.

In the novel, who took this kind of photos.The vicious cannon fodder set up a full set of traps, successfully climbed onto the protagonist's bed, took photos and sent them to another protagonist, causing them to feel jealous.

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Life is like a play.

Qin Ting was speechless for a moment, he hid the photo in his private album, so he would not send anyone his boyfriend's prosperous sleeping face.

He turned off the desk lamp, moved to Jiang Yanzhuo's side, resting his head on the edge of his pillow, his breath smelled of Jiang Yanzhuo, and he said silently: Good night, Ah Zhuo.

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