Bend yourself and the great God HE

"I carried you up, um."

Qiao Yun stared: "Again, then—"

He remembered the first time he stayed in 506, he slept on his stomach on the table, and woke up on the bed.

Forget it, habitual offenders are all.

"Then what?" Mo Ran approached him and asked.

Qiao Yun shook his head and shrugged his shoulders slightly: "It's nothing, just sleep."

The original words are, just sleep together, what a big deal.

If he couldn't accept this, he turned around and left in minutes.

"Fool." Mo Ran plucked Qiao Yun's messy hair, "Hurry up and wash up, and then have breakfast."

"it is good."

When Qiao Yun went to the bathroom, he glanced at the two quilts on the bed.

Well, sharing the same bed, two quilts, alas—

"By the way, Moran." Qiao Yun said while taking a shower, "I came to City B for a real business this time. I'm going to do an internship."

Mo Ran was laying out breakfast, paused for a moment, and replied, "Oh, which company is it, exactly where is it?"

"It's Joe..." Qiao Yun spit out toothpaste foam and changed his words, "It's a small company, I'll have to check the exact location to find out."

"Small company?" Mo Ran walked to the bathroom door, "You came from City C alone for an internship, and you chose a small company, is that reasonable?"

Unreasonable, who the hell told me to come to you.

Qiao Yun cleared his throat, wiped his face with a facekerchief, and said, "It's my dad. He knew the financial manager of this company and said he was very good. He asked me to learn something from him to prepare for graduation."

Since this is the case, Mo Ran has no reason to stop him.

He smiled: "Okay, then send me the location when you arrive, and I will pick you up after class early."

Qiao Yun wanted to say no, but Mo Ran then said, "I'm worried about you being alone in City B, I have to pick you up."

"..." Okay, without saying anything, Qiao Yun smiled helplessly.

It might take some time for him to get used to unfamiliar care.

After washing up, Mo Ran was already picking out clothes.

"Entering the company is not like going to school, you have to dress more formally." He took out a formal suit to show Qiao Yun, "This one, it's more casual, it suits you."

Hiss, it looks good.

"Master has good eyesight and good taste. I like this set."

Qiao Yun picked up his clothes and began to change.

Mo Ran asked: "You change, should I avoid it?"

With his hand on the strap of his nightgown, Qiao Yun tilted his head and asked, "You've seen all of me, so you're just avoiding it?"

"—If this is the case, the house is so big, where can you avoid it? The toilet? Or outside the house?"

Fool, Mo Ran cursed inwardly, "I'm just trying to test you, to see how much you care about me."

"Good guy." Qiao Yun raised one corner of his mouth, "Did you bury me? Still learn from me!"

The paw reached out to Mo Ran's waist in the opposite direction and scratched him.

Mo Ran was ticklish and couldn't stop laughing: "Don't make trouble, come over to eat instead."

If the trouble continued, he didn't guarantee that he would break Qiao Yun's nightgown, put the shirt on for him, and change it for him.

Qiao Yun said: "Mo Ran, I don't remember that this white shirt is yours, it looks familiar."

Mo Ran turned her head, Qiao Yun had just finished taking off her nightgown, half of her back was naked, her curves were clearly defined.

After being stunned for a moment, he replied, "This is yours. Maybe I didn't pay attention when I collected the clothes, so I took them here by the way."

Some time ago, Qiao Yun tried to test Moran, and threw a lot of dirty clothes to Moran.

At first, Mo Ran would wash and fold the clothes and take them to 504, but after a few times when Qiao Yun wasn't there, he conveniently put Qiao Yun's clothes into his closet.

After a long time, Qiao Yun's closet was empty, and he got used to it. When he had nothing to wear, he would go to 506 and ask Mo Ran to get it.

In the end, he couldn't even tell the difference between his own clothes and Mo Ran's clothes.

"After I left, didn't you take the clothes back?" Mo Ran asked.

Qiao Yun answered while putting on his trousers: "Here, I'll get 504 with your leftover clothes."

Then he got up and took a picture in front of the mirror: "Hey Moran, these trousers are yours, right?"

"Well, don't you have black pants?" While speaking, Mo Ran turned to the closet to choose the clothes he wanted to wear, "Actually, I couldn't tell the difference after so long, so I just brought some here."

Qiao Yun looked at him with a smile: "You are lying, you can tell the difference."

"Cough." Mo Ran replied, "I can't tell."

"Really?" Qiao Yun snatched a milky white short-sleeved suit from him, "For example, this one is mine. You have quite a lot of my clothes."

In an instant, Mo Ran broke into a smile: "Maybe, anyway, we are about the same size, so there is no sense of disobedience in our clothes."

"Really?" Qiao Yun approached Moran, raised his head a little, and erased the 0.03 gap with Moran, "You have mixed clothes, why are you running early in the morning?"

Mo Ran was embarrassed to say, "Didn't you hide?" He looked down at Qiao Yun with contempt, "Last night, you must have known that I fell asleep next to you."

Actually, Qiao Yun really didn't know.

But in the dimness, he felt that he was holding something, smooth and hairless, and poking it, it felt quite good.

I go--

He stared at Mo Ran with wide eyes: "You won't—"

"Yes, I couldn't sleep all night, so I went out at four o'clock in the morning and woke up."

Qiao Yun was stunned for a second, burst out laughing, and bent over laughing while clutching his stomach.

Mo Ran pinched his chin, turned his face to herself: "What are you laughing at, it's not that you are hiding from me, why am I like this, I have no heart and lungs."

"Okay, okay, what do you want, go back and sleep to make up for it?" Qiao Yun asked with a smile.

Mo Ran frowned slightly, and moved a little forward: "You can love me, but you love me, don't hide."

He had just wrapped Qiao Yun's back against him, and when he bowed his head, the doorbell rang.

"Brother, haven't you gone out yet? You're going to be late."

Stranger's lips were just above Qiao Yun's lips, one centimeter away.

Qiao Yun made another puff, and breathed into Mo Ran's mouth.

"Oh, you junior sister, it's really time for you to come."