What's the use of a good-looking assistant [e-sports]

Xie Qimian never expected that Jiang Ye would kiss him at this time, or rather - bit him uncontrollably.

He was forced to raise his head, and stood upside down. The hand that was originally on the back of Jiang Ye's neck was also forced to drop to his shoulder, and he pressed his arms and was imprisoned.

Rao is five or six years older than Jiang Ye, and Xie Ximian is also a man with no love experience.

When Jiang Ye kissed indiscriminately, he had almost no ability to respond.

When he could hardly breathe, Xie Ximian pushed him: "Wait..."

The ashtray fell to the ground with a thump, and a corner of the thick glass shattered, exploding tiny stars, but Jiang Ye couldn't hear anything, and his free left hand rubbed Xie Qimian's side eagerly and disoriented.

He gnawed hard, because he couldn't wear the pressed sweater, so he pushed Xie Ximian against the glass door of the balcony impatiently, not allowing him to struggle any more.

The butterfly bone hit the glass through the heavy clothes, and Xie Qimian's breathing stopped for a moment before being blocked again.

Really out of breath, he bit the corner of Jiang Ye's lips to get a chance to rest.

The next second, the glass door behind him was pulled open, and Jiang Ye held him on his shoulder with one hand, put him on the sofa in two steps, and shrouded him with the shadow.

An adult's first kiss should be gentle, but unfortunately Jiang Ye didn't count.

He threw his soul on Xie Ximian.

Xie Ximian grabbed Jiang Ye's hair: "It hurts..."

Jiang Ye panted and let go of him, his eyes were full of passion. He didn't understand where he was hurting.

"Get up." Xie Qimian pressed his knee against his stomach, "There is something on the sofa..."

Jiang Ye easily slipped through the gap behind his waist, picked him up, and groped underneath with his other hand, and found that his mobile phone was placed under Xie Qimian's neck, swaying his cervical spine.

"..." What a bad thing.

Xie Qimian sat up and covered Jiang Ye's mouth with his hand: "Be honest."

Seeing that he was still in his arms, Jiang Ye gasped for breath, and wanted to move his head closer, but Xie Qimian patted his mouth lightly.

"..." Jiang Ye pursed his lips in the palm of his hand, feeling the slightest pain.

Seeing his blinking eyes, Xie Qimian let go of his hand, and immediately pointed to warn him, "Sit down."

Under Jiang Ye's fiery gaze, he rearranged his ripped jacket, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and slowly recovered his breath.

The three-seater sofa couldn't accommodate Jiang Ye, and his and Xie Qimian's legs fell on the floor, as if there was an unresolved entanglement.

Xie Ximian pressed his lips with his thumb, the pain was burning, and he was about to scold someone angrily, but he saw Jiang Ye sitting across from him with frowning eyes, looking down unconsciously.

"..."

"Why are you still sitting here?" Xie Qimian retracted his leg and kicked his knee, "Go to the bathroom, idiot."

Jiang Ye held his ankle, stared at him for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice, "What about you?"

"Take care of yourself first." Xie Ximian threw a pillow on him, urging him to leave quickly.

Jiang Ye was expelled, leaving behind a somewhat embarrassed back, Xie Ximian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the bathroom door closed, and put his hands on his face.

It's hard to recall how it came to be like this, but the heat that is hard to cool down all over the body tells us how much ambiguity has been experienced in this room in the last second.

He touched his arms and waist, and sighed. They were obviously quite strong, but they were like a toy in Jiang Ye's hands.

He took a beer from the refrigerator, drank half of it in one go, and threw the rest into the trash can, so that Jiang Ye would not have to learn everything.

After regaining consciousness, Xie Ximian took his pajamas and went to take a shower in the bathroom of the master bedroom. When he came out, Jiang Ye was cleaning up the mess on the balcony.

Holding the ashtray with cracked snow patterns, he said with some embarrassment: "I'll buy you a new one."

"Forget it." Xie Ximian wiped it with a piece of paper and put it back in place, "Put it here to commemorate your first kiss."

Jiang Ye was a little embarrassed, handed Xie Qimian a glass of water, and quietly looked at Xie Qimian's face: "You are angry..."

Xie Qimian lay on the sofa with his legs bent, and asked in a low voice, "It's just kissing me, it's too hard."

"..." Jiang Ye cleared his throat and whispered, "You don't even need to kiss you hard, so you must be angry."

Xie Ximian chuckled and sat quietly with him on the sofa for a while.

"Sleeping?" Jiang Ye asked.

Xie Ximian looked at the time and hurried up: "I'm almost asleep, and I have to go back to the base early tomorrow, and I have to go to work."

Jiang Ye glanced at his second bedroom: "I think your house seems to have only one bed, and this sofa is a bit short..."

"It's like I don't give you a bed to sleep in." Xie Qimian got up, turned off the light in the living room, and said in the dark, "Let's go."

Jiang Ye took his hand from behind and was led by him to the door of the master bedroom.

"Why are you wearing daytime clothes?" Xie Qimian tugged at the sleeves of his sweater, "change into pajamas and sleep."

"..." Jiang Ye said helplessly, "Your pajamas are too small, and the pajama pants... are stuck in the crotch."

Xie Ximian couldn't help laughing: "There may not be any errands to deliver your pants at this point." He thought about Jiang Ye's suffocated look after trying on the pajama pants, and couldn't help laughing, "Tell me earlier."

Jiang Ye sighed: "I'm busy kissing."

Xie Ximian laughed at him: "Shameless." He looked at the eye bed, "Then how are you going to sleep tonight?"

"Can I wear a sweater?" Jiang Ye asked.

Xie Ximian touched his sweater: "It's a bit tight, I knew I would have asked you to wear a autumn coat inside when I went out."

"... I was in a hurry, I forgot." Jiang Ye said.

"Don't wear it." Xie Ximian lifted the quilt, "It's not the first time we've slept together, it doesn't matter if you wear it or not."

Jiang Ye felt ashamed at the thought of not wearing clothes, and said embarrassingly: "No clothes..."

"Are you innocent again at this time?" Xie Qimian went to bed, moved inside and lay down, "Sleep or not, I'll sleep by myself."

Jiang Ye looked at him and turned off the light.

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, and after the end, Jiang Ye lifted the quilt and got in.

Xie Qimian felt in the middle and found that he was quite a distance away from him, so he blinked and turned his back to him, sleeping on the inside alone.

After half a minute, Jiang Ye stuck to him: "Are you asleep?"

"Going to sleep soon." Xie Ximian said with her eyes closed.

"Oh."

After waiting for another half a minute, Jiang Ye hugged him from behind and put his chin on his shoulder.

Xie Qimian touched his arm, then turned around.

"You... I feel sorry for you staying at my house today if I don't do anything."

When he moved his paw down, Jiang Ye pressed his hand in time.

"Don't mess around." Jiang Ye said, "itch."

"Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps?" Xie Ximian asked.

Jiang Ye was very shy without wearing pajamas, and said, "I didn't touch you..."

"If I didn't wear buttoned pants today, or a sweater wasn't tucked into my pants, or I didn't wear autumn clothes," Xie Ximian whispered in his ear, "then why don't you..."

"..." Jiang Ye squeezed his sinful little hand, and warned him in a deep voice, "I don't want to go to the bathroom, so don't mess around."

Xie Ximian said "Okay", looking sincerely ready to fall asleep, then suddenly moved his arms again after 2 minutes and said, "I still want to..."

Jiang Ye pinched his hands and wrists: "Don't move." He held Xie Qimian's head to prevent him from looking around, and said for a long time, "It meets your requirements."

Xie Ximian: "?"

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