Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

He took a deep breath, not in the mood to look at it anymore, and threw it into the trash can, but he saw the signature out of the corner of his eye.

Song Bojian paused unconsciously, reached out and picked up the letter again. After seeing the signature clearly, he became even more furious.

This is a love letter from a boy to his baby!

There is also a note at the bottom of the letter: [If you are willing to accept me, see you in the grove behind the school after school tomorrow. I will always wait for you.]

Song Bojian tore the letter into pieces with a cold face.

After lying back on the bed, he looked at the person sleeping soundly in his arms. His long eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After a long time, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite the slender white neck of the person in his arms, using a little force, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

The sleeping man groaned in pain. Song Bojian paused slightly, then relaxed and raised his hand to pat his back, coaxing him to sleep like he did when he was a child.

Song Bojian didn't know when he fell asleep.

He dreamed of his baby again. At first, the two of them went to school and went home together as normal, and then slept together.

But while sleeping, the baby suddenly turned over and pressed him under him. His cold eyes suddenly became bewitching, and he, who didn't like to smile much, also curved his eyes, and his delicate eyebrows became even more dazzling.

Song Bojian looked at him stiffly. He slowly approached her and held his breath unconsciously.

The baby put her head close to his ear and uttered a muffled hum. Then she opened her red lips slightly, her voice seductively hoarse, and the hot air she exhaled hit his earlobes: "Brother, I like you."

Song Bojian's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he saw the person above him slowly raise his head, looking at him with a dazed look, and slightly open his lips. From his angle, he could see the tip of the tender and red tongue.

Song Bojian's face was so red that it seemed like water could drip out.

The baby still didn't stop bewitching him, and stared at him intently, as if he wanted to suck him into those tender and charming eyes.

"Brother, I want to be with you forever."

Song Bojian woke up suddenly, looking at the ceiling and breathing slightly, his vision still a little blurry, until he felt a burst of heat in his ears again, he came to his senses and turned his head to look at the person next to him.

The baby was sleeping facing him, his hot breath hitting his ears. With his eyes closed, the indifference between his brows disappeared, his black hair became soft, and his porcelain-white skin turned a little red due to sleeping on his side, but not as red as his lips.

Song Bojian's gaze lingered on his lips for a long time, until the person next to him moved slightly. He came to his senses, looked away guiltily, and then slowly moved his eyes back after a long time.

It was these lips that said they loved me and wanted to be with me forever.

If dreams were real...

Song Bojian's breathing became a little heavy, and his throat suddenly became a little dry.

Finally, he got out of bed carefully and walked into the bathroom with a slightly awkward step.

*

The next morning, Ji Bai woke up and subconsciously touched the back of his neck. He looked at Song Bojian, who had already gotten up and even dressed, with some confusion.

At this moment, Song Bojian felt very guilty being looked at by the person on the bed. He forced himself to change the subject and said, "Baby, when did you encourage others in school? How come I didn't know?"

Ji Bai frowned: "What are you dreaming about?"

Song Bojian seemed to have hit the nail on the head and immediately replied loudly: "No!! I didn't dream!! I didn't dream anything!! I slept through the night last night!!!"

Ji Bai:.........

Does this look like someone who doesn't dream?

Song Bojian probably felt that his reaction was too stressful, so he immediately cleared his cough with a red face, but was afraid that the person in front of him would not believe him, so he added in a low voice: "Baby, I really didn't dream last night."

Ji Bai was not interested in his childish talk and responded casually.

After getting dressed, he was about to go into the bathroom to wash up, but someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. He turned around and ran into a pair of panicked black eyes: "Wait!"

Ji Bai looked at Song Bojian who had been yelling the whole morning: "What's wrong?"

Song Bojian stammered, "I...I...this bathroom is broken! I've asked someone to fix it, so you can't go in now!"

Ji Bai vaguely sensed something. He turned around and glanced at the bed. Sure enough, the sheets on the bed had been changed.

Song Bojian was startled by his sudden look at the bed, and his heart instantly rose to his throat, but the next second, he saw him walk out of the bedroom with a normal expression.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and after the bedroom door was closed, he immediately ran into the bathroom. Looking at the underwear stained with a mess on the top of the trash can, he guiltily laid a pile of toilet paper on the floor and wet all the sheets.

After he finished everything, his heart, which had been beating in his throat, finally fell back into the distance.

Thinking of the dream she had in the second half of last night, Song Bojian's cheeks turned red for a moment, and the hands hanging by her legs curled up unconsciously.

On the other side, 818, who had woken up early for a rare time, took a look at the unfamiliar environment and asked: "Boss, why did you come to this room to wash up? Where is Song Bojian?"

Ji Bai looked calm and said calmly: [Wash the sheets he wet the bed with in that bathroom.]

818: ? ? ?

It opened the screen half-doubtfully, and after seeing the wet sheets in the bathroom, it closed the screen silently, leaving Song Bojian with the last bit of dignity.

After the two got in the car, Song Bojian, as usual, did not get close to Ji Bai, but sat close to the other side of the car, and was unusually silent.

818 looked at his reddened ears, opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally said to his boss seriously, "Song Bojian is still a little thin-skinned."

Ji Bai: ......