he's just my boyfriend

As for the small broken wardrobe in their dormitory, it made these careless boys feel that it was not enough.

Not to mention the narrowness, the division of compartments inside the wardrobe is quite unscientific. The height is not high, short or short, and there is no way to even stuff the tools in the compartment by yourself.

Song Muqing didn't dare to think about how the girls in his school who can wear beautiful clothes every day endured it. Even if his closet was almost full of shirts and T-shirts, it was not enough. Basically, every hanger had to have one. Only one set can barely be squeezed.

At the beginning of school, 330 of them put an assembled wooden table on the bed. The original intention was to study on the bed, or to play computer games on the bed, but now they use it to put clothes.

Dakui is still a little bit stronger than them, basically whenever he opens his bed curtain to see, his clothes are all neatly folded, Song Muqing is different from Tao Fang, it is only occasionally, I really can't stand it Only then did he patiently pick up the clothes one by one and stack them on the table.

At this moment, Song Muqing was kneeling on his bed with his buttocks up, stretching his arms to pick up the dirty clothes from the corners of the bed, checking all the buttons on the clothes one by one, collar buttons, cuff buttons, shirt buttons...

Their 330 laundry bags were placed beside the bed. Every time Song Muqing flipped through one of them, he threw one in with his backhand, and the laundry bag was stuffed all over without raising his arms a few times, but Song Muqing still didn't find the legendary one. Clothes with buttons missing.

Last night when I was having dinner with Jin Yang, the man took out a button from his pocket and gave it to him, insisting that it was from his clothes.

Song Muqing looked at the white button with the face of the public, and he didn't recognize it, and he didn't recognize it, but the man was very sure, with a look of course on his face: "I took the clothes out of my pocket a few days ago, and it can't be Others, only you."

Song Muqing: "..."

"Go back and look through it, maybe you lost more than one piece." The man obviously pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled reservedly, but Song Muqing felt that every second of his body was full of energy for no reason, "The quality of the clothes is still worth paying attention to." of."

Thinking of that smile, Song Muqing slumped over on the bed and blushed. He didn't know who was responsible for the button falling off. He blamed him for the poor quality of his clothes because he didn't know how to do it. It's really...

After searching around, he couldn't find the one with the missing buttons. Besides, he was disturbed by a lot of homework recently, so Xiao Song chose to let it go, and we'll talk about it when he wears that dress.

Looking at the laundry bags filled to the brim again at his feet, and the work still spread out on his desk, Song Muqing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clarifying the plan for tonight again in his heart.

Go downstairs to wash clothes, go to the cafeteria to eat, just take the washed clothes up to dry after eating, then finish the list with tails left on the table, and finally do the papers and slides happily before going to bed up.

After running the little train in his mind, Song Muqing breathed a sigh of relief, lifted his thin legs and picked up the heavy laundry bag on the ground, feeling that everything was according to the plan, but never thought that it would get stuck within a few minutes.

Probably because everyone went out for a long vacation on November [-]. This time the downstairs laundry room is not as exaggerated as the previous few times. There are only a few pots and buckets scattered on the ground, and the four washing machines are still empty. Two are useless.

But now Comrade Xiao Song can only stand in front of the empty washing machine with his waist pinched and stare blankly—he forgot to take the laundry detergent.

Song Mu quietly stared at the washing machine and decided to weigh up whether to go upstairs to get the laundry detergent now, or just delete this link from today's itinerary, and then get the laundry detergent to wash it when he goes downstairs to get takeaway tomorrow...

Almost before Song Muqing started to struggle with it, the decision was made, okay, let's do it tomorrow.

But as soon as he turned around, he was taken aback: "Senior..."

Song Muqing was so startled by the person who appeared behind him that he didn't know when, his voice was so high that he stepped back several steps in a row, and put his back directly on the washing machine before finishing. How many times has Yang made the top of the washing machine.

Jin Yang looked at him with a smile on his face as he jumped several steps away, still wearing those hooked rabbit slippers: "Didn't you bring laundry detergent?"

Song Muqing hesitated for a while before nodding, noticing the bottled laundry detergent that Jin Yang was carrying in his left hand, and the laundry tub in his right hand.

Knowing that at times like this one needs to be more obedient, Song Muqing's big eyes looking at Jin Yang behind the lens softened a little bit, and even his voice softened: "What a coincidence, does the senior also do laundry?"

"Unfortunately." Jin Yang leisurely approached Song Muqing's face, then slowly squatted down and looked up at him, "It's rare to catch you once, so I can only wash clothes more frequently."

"..." Such straightforwardness left Song Muqing speechless.

Jin Yang gave him a sense of oppression all the time, as if the existence of this person was a threat to him, and the feeling of being targeted always made Song Muqing's heart beat wildly for several times, who was used to having zero sense of presence.

Even if this person is obviously much shorter than him now, and he is squatting at his feet, that sense of aggression is always there, and I don't know if it is the psychological shadow brought to him by the indescribable first encounter between the two.

When Song Muqing came back to his senses, Jin Yang had already opened the drum door of the washing machine on the other side, and Song Muqing just watched helplessly as Jin Yang rubbed those things that had been lying on the bed since he took them off for an unknown number of days. The clothes are taken out one by one and stuffed into the drum.

Seeing his underwear being stained with this person's breath one by one, Song Muqing's fair face blushed in disbelief, subconsciously slid his Adam's apple up and down, and his throat felt a little dry: "Senior..."

"Well, let's ask for dessert again." Jin Yang continued his work without raising his head.

I have to say that their little rabbit can really store things. The blue and white T of this letter is an antique he saw two weeks ago, and this pair of beige shorts.

Song Muqing's face was a little uncomfortable. In front of Jin Yang, these dirty clothes that were lying on the bed and ignored by him were unconsciously classified as private by him. Jin Yang's touch made Song Muqing feel panicked. No matter what it feels like, I know that my face is red.

Most of the laundry bag that was originally full was wiped out by his hands, and the bottom was the socks. Song Muqing couldn't stand still, and tried to stop him: "Student, senior, I'll do it myself..."

Jin Yang didn't stop, took out a white shirt and a white T, teasingly said: "As long as you don't dislike me, it's fine."

"That's not what I meant..." Song Muqing's breath was stopped by the words, and he quickly squatted over, pressed his hand and said, "...Senior, let me do it myself."

Jin Yang just let him hold hands like this, neither dodging nor dodging, fixedly looking at the people who approached him, with that reserved smile on the corner of his mouth, wanting to see how round those rabbit eyes can be .

Today Song Muqing probably came down after putting on some clothes casually. Judging from the size, it was obviously Dakui's. The large neckline couldn't cover anything. Jin Yang could see the two bright red dogwoods with just a casual glance. Large areas are exposed outside.

The trousers should be Tao Fang's. He noticed it when he first entered the laundry room. They looked about the same size, but the trouser legs were a little too long, covering his little rabbit's heels tightly, and only protruding from the front end of the hooked rabbit slippers. A row of neatly manicured little toes.

Jin Yang couldn't help scolding Tao Fang in his heart, he was restless when he bought a pair of trousers, and he had never seen such flamboyant black trousers, and he didn't know what style he picked out.

Facing Jin Yang's direct, non-tactful gaze, Song Muqing's heartbeat beats like a drum, and he didn't blink his nervous eyes, just staring at him blankly.

In fact, Jin Yang is quite handsome. In the eyes of others, Jin Yang is gentle and elegant, but in Song Muqing's eyes, he is a bit like a wolf and a tiger.

Just when Song Muqing was about to give up, this jackal-like man let go of his hand, a smile bloomed on his lips, and his voice was unhurried: "Okay, you can do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Jin Yang got up and leaned against the washing machine, looking down at his little rabbit, "Come by yourself".

Song Muqing lowered his head and pursed his lips lightly at an angle that Jin Yang couldn't see. Being stared at by him like this, he felt that he was not stuffing clothes into the washing machine, but more like taking out the dirty clothes one by one for display. He even took off the clothes he was wearing one by one.

The arrival of the laundry detergent did not bring Song Muqing's schedule back on track, because the person who brought the laundry detergent was his biggest variable.

The author has something to say: Laundry is really a place with a story