Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

I didn't get what I wanted.

Ji Shucheng went to school in the afternoon. Jiang Que was at Ji Shucheng's house looking at a bunch of TV drama scripts given by his agent. He needed to choose some as his work for the second half of the year.

When Ji Shucheng was leaving, he kissed Jiang Que at the door reluctantly and hooked his hand with his: "You can read the script. I won't send you off. It's easy to get photographed."

If possible, he really wanted to take a few days off and spend some quality time with him strolling around South City.

But with Jiang Que's popularity, it's difficult to hold hands with him when he shows his face and bags, so it's not easy to go shopping.

Standing at the door, Ji Shucheng, who didn't want to go to work and wanted to hang out with him, hooked his hand. Jiang Que raised his lip, held Ji Shucheng's fingers with his backhand, pulled them in his hand and pinched his fingertips.

Nodding and saying "hmm", Ji Shucheng withdrew his hand and walked out.

The door was closed and Jiang Que was the only one left in the quiet room.

After making sure that Ji Shucheng had gone far away, Jiang Que, who was standing at the door, suddenly lowered his head, smiled with his eyes cast down, and slowly took out the pink squeezing music bag that he had always carried with him from his pocket.

Humming a little song, with one hand in his pocket and one hand rubbing his fingertips, he walked towards the sofa and then sat down next to a pile of scripts waiting to be selected.

Humming a song, Jiang Que was in a good mood for less than a minute when his cell phone rang. He received a voice message from Ji Shucheng.

[“No, don’t play the pinch game.”]

In the voice, he was breathing heavily, leaning against someone, and speaking very softly.

Jiang Que raised an eyebrow, rubbing his hand faster while typing with the other: [Why? Is there any particular reason? I'm used to it. I can't concentrate on the script without something in my hands while I'm working.]

There is no news from Ji Shucheng.

Didn't go back to Jiangque either.

About a minute later, Ji Shucheng, who had originally gone out, came back, pressed his fingerprint and entered the room. Seeing Jiang Que still playing with a pinching machine on the sofa, he rushed over with a particularly red look in his eyes.

Her body was full of heat. She sat cross-legged on Jiang Que's legs and lowered her head to kiss him impatiently. She held Jiang Que's wrist, took away the nipple in his hand, threw it on the sofa, interlocked their fingers, closed her eyes and indulged herself with him.

After kissing for a while, Ji Shucheng, who had recovered from the intense kiss, suddenly lost all his strength. He sat on Jiang Que's legs, facing him, and relaxed his grip on Jiang Que's shoulder. He breathed softly beside Jiang Que's ear, "Don't pinch it. It and I... can't be pinched."

Jiang Que put his arm around his back and hugged him. Hearing this, he smiled quietly and asked, "Why? The Nie Nie Le you gave me not only has to be on holiday, but also has to choose a time to play with it. What's the difference between it and you?"

Ji Shucheng lowered his eyes and was held by Jiang Que. He was a little reluctant to say anything. After saying it, he felt that the fun of the other party being unaware would be lost.

But don't say it.

Jiang Que was alone at home with nothing to do, so he pinched it.

And he has to go to school to teach students soon.

After thinking it over again and again, Ji Shucheng said reluctantly: "When I made this kneading music, I found that it resonated with me."

"Because it's unscientific. Before I met you, I kept it sealed in a gift box. Every time you touch it, I feel it. It's even more sensitive than if you touched me, at least twice as sensitive."

Jiang Que was not surprised at all. Upon hearing the news, he just glanced sideways at the pink piglet that was squeezed out by Ji Shucheng and placed alone on the sofa.

Because Jiang Que often played with it during this period, and Ji Shucheng himself was also played with thoroughly, the color of the pink pig became very light, so light that it almost turned white.

So there was no stock left, and the drained Ji Shucheng rushed back in frustration, stopped him from playing again regardless of the consequences, and told him the truth.

This is also the reason why Ji Shucheng gave him a schedule and prohibited him from playing during certain periods of time.

Jiang Que had an expression that said, "I understand."

After making sure that Jiang Que really understood and would not take action, Ji Shucheng slowly stood up, kissed Jiang Que on the cheek, and went out again.

But when he was leaving, he took the Nienile with him out of worry.

Jiang Que leaned on the sofa and looked back at him as he left and closed the door, with a smile on his lips. He squeezed Le's hand, which he had pinched before, and rubbed it half-holdingly as if savoring the feeling.

The dark eyes were filled with an endless darkness that was impossible to see through. The smile on the man's lips did not reach his eyes in response to Ji Shucheng's explanation.

Empathy.

You dare to give it to me.

interesting.

Don’t be afraid that I will crush you.