The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Ten minutes later, Bai Lin walked into Su Mingzhi's house in embarrassment.

At first glance, the decoration style of the house is suitable for single men, but to Bai Lin's surprise, it is not as luxurious as he imagined.

"Sit down, I'll pour you a cup of tea, thank you very much."

The man took off his coat and undid the top two buttons of his shirt.

Su Mingzhi's words were like a pair of invisible hands, firmly pressing Bai Lin on the sofa, his body still stiff.

His eyes couldn't help scanning around the room.

"What should I do now, he won't be going to drink some ecstasy/drugs in the tea, and bring me directly to the police station for interrogation if I'm unconscious?"

Bai Lin was a little paranoid about being persecuted by the prince from the previous plane who liked to give drugs.

【That shouldn't be the case. 】

Bai Lin heaved a sigh of relief.

[With his skills, he shouldn't need to use drugs/drugs to get you to the police station. 】

Bai Lin:? ? ?

He is so difficult.

Staring at the slightly open study door, Bai Lin suddenly had an idea.

By the way, didn't he guess before that learning the power of the country has something to do with Su Mingzhi?And there's a good chance they'll live together...

Is it true?I really want to know.

Bai Lin's body left the sofa unconsciously, stood up and approached the study.

He leaned forward, but he didn't have the guts to push the door, he just wanted to get through the crack of the door...

"Is there anything you want to see?"

Bai Lin stretched his head halfway, and was startled by the sudden hand on his shoulder, and almost screamed out.

He shifted his weight back, subconsciously took a step back, and bumped into the tough chest of the man behind him.

When Bai Lin heard Su Mingzhi's muffled snort, he felt something was wrong, it must have hurt him.

Afterwards, he only felt that one palm rested on his waist very naturally, and both of them stabilized their center of gravity—it was this posture, which was a bit awkward.

Bai Lin didn't dare to move in Su Mingzhi's arms, but felt a warm and moist feeling on his back.

Turning his head, he saw that the teacup Su Mingzhi was holding in his right hand was tilted a little, and most of the liquid in it spilled out, soaking his back and the clothes on Su Mingzhi's chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry!" Bai Lin quickly turned around and leaned back awkwardly, but finally leaned against a harder wall and couldn't retreat. "I'm planning to renovate the study recently, so I'm a little curious..."

For making up such an excuse, Bai Lin really wanted to slap himself.

He didn't even have the money to pay back Su Mingzhi, so where did he get the money for the renovation?

Su Mingzhi's lips moved slightly, although he didn't speak, but Bai Lin could feel his anger, which was not anger.

After a while, he still smiled.

"It's okay, please feel free to visit, it seems that I need to deal with this."

Su Mingzhi picked up his shirt, then stared at Bai Lin's back, revealing the faint muscle lines of a young man, his eyes were deep.

"Ah, I'm fine. I'll just take it home and wash it myself. It's just across the door."

How dare Bai Lin ask the debtor to take the initiative to help him wash his clothes, from now on, all these will be incriminating evidence in court!

"Take it off, no trouble."

Su Mingzhi's words were obviously soft, but they carried an order that people couldn't refuse.

He took another step forward, they were very close, the back of Bai Lin's head pressed against the wall, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Bai Lin could feel that what was burning on his back just now seemed to be more than just those tea stains.