Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

Jiang Chengli was so dumbfounded by the kiss that he even suppressed the desire to urinate.

He reacted and began to struggle, but he and Ji Xun were too tightly attached to each other, and they couldn't use it at all. Instead, Ji Xun's arms tightened as they rubbed against each other.

He obviously had a face that made Jiang Chengli fascinated repeatedly, but his strength was so strong that Jiang Chengli couldn't break free.

Jiang Chengli and Ji Xun's faces were so close that even his eyelashes could be seen clearly. The bulging veins on his forehead seemed to be suppressing something, and his eyes were dark as if a strange beast was dormant.

It is obviously an extremely gorgeous and delicate face like a rose, but because of this repression and forbearance, it really reveals the frivolity of a teenager.

Jiang Chengli's lips were finally released, but they were still touching Ji Xun's, rubbing against each other when they spoke.

"You..." Jiang Chengli leaned on Ji Xun tremblingly, uttering a word tremblingly.

Jiang Chengli wanted to say something, but in the next second, his whole body was spinning, and Ji Xun's position was reversed in an instant. After finally fighting for the top position, he was pushed down again.

There are few people in Penglai, so it is hard to be poor.

Later, Jiang Chengli was finally let go and went to the bathroom. Although he did not wet the bed, the situation was not much better.

It was already noon when Jiang Chengli woke up the next day, with a hangover and a headache, and because of the dirty bed, he had to sleep with Ji Xun on the floor and his body was sore.

Jiang Chengli opened his eyes, and what he saw was Ji Xun's chest in pajamas. The place under the bed was very crowded, and the two of them could only accommodate if they slept together facing each other.

When Jiang Chengli remembered the scene of last night, his face flushed immediately, his mind was full of the touch of Ji Xun's callused palms, and the dry and warm aroma of his body was on the tip of his nose.

Although Ji Xun was the one who flirted with him first when he was drunk, but later on he half-pushed and took advantage of the opportunity.

It’s okay if Ji Xun doesn’t remember, but if he does, it’s really hard to tell.

Jiang Chengli sat up, the flush on his face faded, he scratched his hair irritably, threw the sheet into the washing machine before Ji Xun woke up, and smoothed out the traces of him lying beside Ji Xun.

When Ji Xun woke up, what he saw was Jiang Chengli who was calmly washing the sheets and quilts to wipe out the evidence.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Chengli saw that Ji Xun was also awake, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked tentatively, "How did you sleep last night?"

Ji Xun glanced at Jiang Chengli's swollen lips, nodded, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Jiang Chengli noticed that Ji Xun was looking at the washing machine that was turning the sheets, and he clenched his hands into a fist and coughed lightly, accidentally pulling the broken skin on his mouth, hissed slightly, and explained concisely: "I did it last night. Had a dream and stained the sheets."

"Is it a dream? I also had one last night." Ji Xun lowered his eyelashes and suppressed the expression in his eyes.

Jiang Chengli couldn't distinguish Ji Xun's attitude, but in any case, Ji Xun first provoked it last night. As long as he first expressed his attitude of making big things small, it would be easier for Ji Xun to accept the reality.

In the next few days, the communication between Jiang Chengli and Ji Xun became less and less. First, Jiang Chengli spurned that he could not stand the temptation of the beauty, and took the initiative to reduce the communication with Ji Xun. Then he would always ask Jiang Chengli's Ji Xun some work-related questions, but also Slowly stop asking.

When Jiang Chengli realized this, he hadn't talked to Ji Xun for a long time, and then he realized that Ji Xun was probably angry with him?

Jiang Chengli could only think of one reason for being angry - what happened in the middle of the night that day, and he couldn't think of anything else.

Thinking of Jiang Chengli couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, but Ji Xun really couldn't accept it.

Jiang Chengli glanced at his watch, it was time for lunch, and he planned to take the initiative to break the deadlock.

"I've been very busy these two days. I have an afternoon off. What do you want to eat? I'll take you there to eat?"

Ji Xun looked away from the computer and glanced at Jiang Chengli. These two days are indeed very busy. Jiang Chengli has not been out of the house for four or five days. Right now, his chin is quite sharp.

Then Ji Xun quickly looked away, clenched his palms under the table into fists, and stopped himself from nodding his head uncontrollably.

Jiang Chengli always seems to be able to accurately grasp his bottom line.

Time and time again, he was like a giant trapped in a bottle. Every time he was on the verge of collapse, and the moment before his unresponsive enthusiasm was about to turn into malice, Jiang Chengli would come forward again. He pulls back.

Just like a donkey with a carrot tied in front of it, as long as you give him a little sweetness, he will keep approaching Jiang Chengli again.

Jiang Chengli, on the other hand, displayed the rare treasures in front of the stage through the glass, attracting the attention of all the people, seducing him who lived in the gutter, itching and eager to get it, he tried time and time again like self-harm, and bumped into it again and again. Got bloody.

Ji Xun could not see a way out.

Jiang Chengli didn't get a response for a long time, and his heart sank slowly. Just when he twitched his lips and wanted to give up, he saw Ji Xun nodded.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengli's tense heartstrings relaxed, and his expression relaxed, raising his eyebrows: "Where should we go to eat?"

"Go to the Chinese restaurant that the young master thought was pretty good last time." Ji Xun said lightly.

Jiang Chengli agreed, changed into casual clothes, packed up and took the elevator downstairs with Ji Xun. Snowflakes fell in the sky, and Jiang Chengli couldn't help shivering.

The Chinese restaurant is downstairs not far away, and usually there are not many people, so Jiang Chengli didn't make an appointment in advance.

When he got to the entrance of the Chinese restaurant, Ji Xun saw Nan Ji standing next to him pause, and turned around to help Jiang Chengli put on his scarf, and let him go in to order food: "Master, go in first and order something, I'll go to Nan Ji to line up."

Jiang Chengli took a look, there were not many people at the gate of Nanji, only a few sporadic ones, and he nodded in agreement.

Jiang Chengli went into the Chinese restaurant and ordered the food first, and waited and waited until all the ordered dishes were served, but Ji Xun hadn't come back yet.