After the sick top was forced to marry

Lin Zijin thought it was funny: "How old are you still wanting to hug?"

Pei Ming let out a soft "beep", and looked at him with open arms, "Hug."

Judging from this posture, it means that he will never leave unless he is hugged.

Lin Zijin had no choice but to let out a long sigh: "Okay, hug. Let's go after hugging, okay?"

Pei Ming didn't care what he said behind him, only heard the word "good" and rushed forward, holding him tightly in his arms.

Lin Zijin's movements were a little stiff.

It was Pei Ming who hugged him, not anyone else.

After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly imitated Pei Ming and put the bracelet on him.

It may be that it is usually covered by clothing, but now you can feel the muscle texture under the clothing after putting your hands on it. It pulsates occasionally with the movement, with a youthful vitality that cannot be ignored.

Young is so good.

Pei Ming hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go like holding a lost treasure.

Fortunately, it was quite late now, and there were not many people on the road.

Otherwise, two big men hugging on the side of the road will definitely make people feel weird.

"Are you ready?" Lin Zijin patted him on the back, "Go back when you're done."

After hearing this, Pei Ming tightened his arms again, and then reluctantly let go.

Lin Zijin looked him up and down, trying to see traces of "acting", but found no clues.

Pei Ming pulled up his sleeves very consciously, and followed him step by step to the hotel.

Because Pei Ming was the only one, he lived in a single room with simple furnishings, except for the necessary tables and chairs, there was only a single bed.

It was completely different from the hotel where the two stayed before.

Lin Zijin managed to coax the drunk back to the hotel, and watched Pei Ming sit down on the chair very consciously, staring at him without blinking.

"Don't look at me, I won't go," Lin Zijin sighed helplessly, "You sit down first, I'll find you a towel to wipe your body."

As he spoke, he went into the bathroom, and when he scalded the towel with hot water, he suddenly remembered his insistence at the beginning.

Didn't you agree to part ways with Pei Ming?

Why are you living together again?

Sin ah.

Lin Zijin stared at the towel in his hand for a while, thinking that Pei Ming should have come to beat him.

He had never compromised like this for anyone before, but Pei Ming did it.

When he thought of this, he felt a deep sense of frustration, and he went out of the bathroom with a towel in his head, but he didn't see Pei Ming on the chair in front of the table.

Lin Zijin turned his gaze, and immediately froze, looking at the bed as if he was nailed in place.

It may be that people who drink alcohol will feel hot. The little star took off his formal clothes and lay on the bed without any clothes on his upper body.

Lin Zijin licked his lower lip: "What are you doing?"

Pei Ming snorted, and without saying a word, he turned his head while maintaining this prone position, and smiled at him.

Looking at it from Lin Zijin's direction, the picture is actually very eye-catching.

The first impression of "long legs and upturned buttocks" was indeed correct.

Lin Zijin settled down, sat on the edge of the bed, and said tentatively, "I've done it."

Pei Ming probably didn't understand what he was saying, so he raised his eyes and glanced at him, then consciously rubbed his side.

Forget it, there is no need to discuss it at all.

While reciting this principle silently, Lin Zijin rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, folded the towel a few times, and began to wipe Pei Ming's body.

Pei Ming nestled beside him cooperatively. After wiping, he turned over consciously on his back and lay on his back on the bed.

Lin Zijin squinted at him, and began to wonder if he was pretending to be drunk, but the little star's eyes were so clear that he couldn't see what Pei Ming was thinking at all.

He closed his eyes, raised his eyes after stabilizing his mind, and covered Pei Ming with the towel.

The little star's figure is indeed very good. Although she has muscles, she is not exaggerated, but is covered with a thin layer, which makes her look very comfortable.

Lin Zijin couldn't hold back, he reached out his hand to touch it quietly, and then retracted his hand like a thief.

Pei Ming seemed to be dozing off, but when he was harassed, he just let out a muffled moan, and leaned closer to Lin Zijin again.

Lin Zijin looked down at him and couldn't help laughing.

silly dog.

He helped him wipe his body carefully, but he felt worried again when he looked at his trousers.

This is how to do?

Or let it be like this, don't wipe your legs.

Lin Zijin wanted to cover up and got up to leave, but someone grabbed his sleeve.

Pei Ming slightly opened his eyes and looked at him: "It's uncomfortable."

"How uncomfortable?" Lin Zijin said, "If you say that your legs are uncomfortable, I will leave immediately. This is not like a drunk person would say, you know?"

Pei Ming didn't speak, but still looked at him stubbornly.

The two remained in a stalemate for a while, and finally Lin Zijin declared his surrender, and resignedly pulled his hand off his sleeve: "Okay, I'll wipe it, let me go first, let me wash the towel, okay?"

Pei Ming grabbed his sleeve again without hesitation.

"Ancestor," Lin Zijin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Stop making trouble."

As if he understood the word "don't make trouble", the corners of Pei Ming's lips collapsed in grievance, and he quickly retracted his hand, turning sideways and unwilling to look at him.

Lin Zijin shook his head helplessly, turned around and went into the bathroom to wash the towels and came out, only to find that Pei Ming was still sulking with his back turned to him.

With a sense of revenge, he leaned against the head of the bed with a wicked smile on his lips: "Take it off yourself or should I take it off for you?"

Pei Ming turned over and turned to the other side, as if he obviously didn't want to talk to him.

The more he hid like this, the more interested Lin Zijin became. Immediately, he knelt down on the bed with one leg, reached out and untied Pei Ming's belt, and then took off the suit pants.

Pei Ming didn't seem to expect him to be so direct, and stared at him blankly, as if a little at a loss.

Lin Zijin felt the pleasure of taking revenge on others, he just wanted to raise his eyes to tease, but his eyes fell on that person.

For no reason, his mouth suddenly felt a little dry, and he inexplicably remembered the indescribable dream he had earlier.

Before there was any more in-depth communication in the dream, I woke up first, and the only thing I remembered was the strange feeling of fullness.

Now it seems that this dream may not seem so...distorted.

Lin Zijin's hands trembled, and he could barely hold the towel.

His face was a little hot, he wiped it carelessly a few times, got up, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

Pei Ming repeated his old trick and grabbed his sleeve again.

He was afraid that someone would find out that something was wrong, so he frantically wanted to leave this place of right and wrong, and his voice was a little more unhappy: "I've finished wiping, what else do you want?"

Pei Ming's dog's eyes began to mist again.

He sniffed, and his eyes suddenly turned red, as if he had been greatly wronged and was about to cry in the next second.

Lin Zijin was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with you?"

Pei Ming flicked his sleeves violently, grabbed the quilt beside him and covered him, and turned around in anger, only a small bump bulged on the bed.

Lin Zijin was about to be laughed at by him.

Normally, Pei Ming has never been so tactful with him. Occasionally, he finds it strange, so he asked him: "What do you mean, explain clearly, what do you mean by covering the quilt?"

Xiao Gubao moved, making it clear that he didn't want to talk to him.

Lin Zijin looked at his watch and found that it was past eleven o'clock in the evening: "Don't tell me I'm leaving."

He turned around and took two steps towards the door, turning his head a little worriedly: "If you wake up and feel thirsty, would you like me to pour you a glass of water and put it by the bedside?"

The small drum kit remained motionless.

"you......"

Lin Zijin stood at the door with his arms folded, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to leave.

Now he feels that he needs to be quiet and analyze his relationship with Pei Ming carefully, and whether the two of them have a future together.

And Jingjing's premise is to stay away from Pei Ming, otherwise his thinking and rationality will definitely be disturbed.

The little drum kit remained motionless.

The angry dog ​​seemed to have really fallen asleep, or was too angry to talk to him.

"I'll leave without making a sound," Lin Zijin slightly raised his voice, "Call me if you need anything."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the guest room.

The little drum kit remained motionless.

Lin Zijin just stood at the door with his hands on his hands, feeling a lot tangled up.

Is it bad to leave a drunk in a room alone?

But sending him back and helping him to wipe his body was already enough to be benevolent, so what else?

What's more, this bed is so small that it can't sleep two people.

Lin Zijin pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, staring at the motionless little bulge on the bed, his mind spinning rapidly.

What if he wakes up feeling sick in the middle of sleep?

just in case......

He stood by the door for a few minutes, and finally heaved a long sigh helplessly, closed the door gently, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The change of clothes I brought was placed at Wen Gu's house.

Lin Zijin could only come out wearing a bathrobe, walked slowly to Pei Ming's bed, and coughed lightly: "Make room for me."

The small drum bag still does not move.

He raised his eyebrows, sat on the bed and pulled out the quilt that was under Pei Ming's body and covered half of it on himself.

The single bed was indeed a bit small, even with only one pillow.

Lin Zijin felt that it was okay to make do with the whole night, so he bent his arms and pillowed it behind his head, turned around, lay down with his back to Pei Ming, and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a bedside lamp.

The efficacy of Pei's sleeping pills is not covered.

He didn't sleep much for a month, and lay open his eyes every day until dawn, but whenever Pei Ming was lying next to him, sleepiness enveloped him as if he had made an appointment.

Lin Zijin's breathing gradually stabilized, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

The small drum bag next to him moved, Pei Ming poked his head out lightly, his gaze fell gently on the cheek of the person beside him, and he sighed helplessly after a while.

He won the bet.

Lin Zijin really wouldn't leave him alone.

A smile curled up on Pei Ming's lips, and he said softly, "Brother Lin?"

The man didn't respond, so he must have really fallen asleep.

So he put his body close to him very reassuringly, but he didn't dare to cross the line. He just sniffed the smell of the bath liquid on the man's body, and then closed his eyes in peace.

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