The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

"What? Dislike?" Lan Qing saw his strange eyes, thinking that he disliked his pants.

He Jiao shook his head, immediately smiled and said, "Why would you dislike it? I wish I could wear your underwear."

"Can't you be serious?" Lan Qing suddenly became serious, he didn't like to joke with people like this at all, he walked up to Haojiao, stretched out his fingers and rubbed his chest, and said in a slightly warning tone , "I don't care what your idea is, but it shouldn't be me."

"Why?" He Jiao's heart skipped a beat. It's only his second day, and he was rejected?

"I don't like it." Lan Qing said seriously. He felt that there was no need to let another person have too much hope for him, because the result would definitely be disappointment, so why wait until later to be disappointed?

"Do you not like me, or do you not like men?" He Jiao asked.

"Is there a difference? Although I don't reject you, it doesn't mean I will accept you. I hope you won't cause me trouble." Lan Qing walked out of the balcony after speaking.

Standing on the balcony and looking down, you can see the basketball court and football field, and you can also see the teaching building in the distance.

It is already more than nine o'clock in the evening, and there is still more than half an hour before the time he gave Song Feiyang and the three of them.

He sent a message to the student cadres on duty in the student union office, asking them to pay attention to Song Feiyang and the three of them.

The student cadre replied to his message: "I didn't see any of them coming to the student union."

Lan Qing stood on the balcony and looked at the distant scenery while the wind was blowing.

In the past, he didn't have the heart to stand on the balcony and look at the scenery. He felt that he was very familiar with this school, so there was no scenery worth his time to look at.

Now I have to appreciate it, but I suddenly found that the campus at night has an indescribable beauty.

He Jiao kicked off his shoes as soon as his feet rubbed against each other. Now that his back is injured, he can't do much movement, so that he can only take off his trousers. The pants fell off by themselves.

He tried his best not to bend over so as not to scratch the wound on his back;

Just when he was thinking about how to put on his pants without bending over, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"President, the school next door invited us to play ball tomorrow..."

The two men who pushed the door and came in were stunned when they saw this scene in the room.

Did they go to the wrong room?

The two backed out in a tacit understanding, and looked at the house number next to the door.

There is nothing wrong with 309!

The president's room is 309!

The two of them made sure that they had gone the right way, so they walked in a little more.

They looked at the furnishings in the room, and they were right, it was the room of their president.

Looking at all the dormitories in University A, regardless of gender, no one's dormitory can be cleaner and tidier than the dormitory of the chairman.

Both of them set their eyes on the bare-legged man.

One of the boys stared at He Jiao's legs with wide eyes as if he had suddenly discovered a new world.

"He has no leg hair..."

He Jiao is a Caucasian, so his skin color is lighter than those of the yellow race.

In addition, he is also a master of women's clothing and often wears skirts, so he pays more attention to his legs.

He often shaves his legs.

And his own condition is also very good, his legs are thin and straight, and there are no well-developed muscle lines on his legs.

If it wasn't for his upper body being peaceful, people would really suspect that he is a woman just like he is now.

He Jiao stood there in embarrassment holding the black trousers. Now, is he wearing trousers...or trousers?

"What are you doing here?" Lan Qing heard the voice coming in from the balcony.

His eyes were immediately attracted by He Jiao's long white, straight and smooth legs.

He found that the two people standing at the door never took their eyes off He Jiao's legs.

"Ask you guys."

"Ah...that...what are we here for?"

The boy who was asked was also a bit out of shape. He blinked blankly, and it took a while for the two of them to react.

"Ah! I remembered, President, the school next door invited us to play a friendly match tomorrow. They said they hope the President can play, so let's ask, are you free to play tomorrow, President?"

He Jiao stood straight in front of the bed holding the pair of black pants. He wanted to put them on but he couldn't bend down...

"Yes." Lan Qing glanced at He Jiao, why did this guy stand there with bare legs for so long, who was he trying to seduce?

Lan Qing walked towards the door, and pushed the two obtrusive guys out, "What time did they have an appointment?"

The two boys backed away all the way and replied, "After school in the afternoon, it's 7 o'clock."

"Understood." When Lan Qing replied, he closed and locked the door.

Lan Qing turned around and was about to say something to him, when he saw a big bruise on the back of his thigh.

When he got to his mouth, the words became: "Your leg is bruised."

"Ah? Where?" He Jiao looked down at his legs. After he pulled the trousers aside, Lan Qing saw that his knees were pitch black.

The right knee seems to be a little swollen.

"I didn't even notice... I'm so swollen, no wonder I said why it hurts to walk." I didn't find it, but fortunately, it hurt even more after I found it.

He tried to sit down now and couldn't even bend his knees.

He swayed and almost fell backwards, Lan Qing stepped up quickly and hugged his shoulders.

He Jiao smoothly leaned into his arms.

"My legs are numb when I'm standing...but I can't do it anymore, I can't bend my knees, and I can't even put on my pants..."

"I'll support you." Lan Qing put his arms around him and slowly put him on the bed.

He Jiao kept making weird noises, and finally sat on the bed. His legs would hurt when he bent them, so he straightened them up.

Those two long white and slender legs were displayed in front of Lan Qing.

He really has no leg hair...

Lan Qing looked at his calf, then turned around in embarrassment and went to the bookcase to bring a bottle of brown medicinal wine.

As soon as he opened the lid of the medicinal wine, a foul smell wafted out.

He Jiao couldn't bear the smell and retched.

"It stinks... is he broken?"

"The taste of this medicinal wine is like this. If it smells a little smelly, the effect will be good. Just bear with it."

He Jiao covered his nose with both hands, watched Lan Qing pour a palm of medicinal wine on his hands, and then covered his knees.

His palm was very hot, and I gently rubbed it for him in circular motions on his knee.

The instant the medicinal wine touched his knees, it was icy and cold. It felt very comfortable for the first few seconds, but it became hot immediately afterwards.

He Jiao wanted to hold his breath again so as not to smell the stench, but it was so hot that he couldn't help but yelled out.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

At this moment, none of them noticed that there were many people outside the door eavesdropping against the door panel.

The two who were kicked out just now called many brothers.

They were whispering.

"The president is so good, he killed people so quickly..."

"Is it really that foreigner?"

"Yeah, blond-haired, blue-eyed, fair-faced boy, it turns out that we will grow up to be nice to him, but he is indeed very beautiful. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to control it."