Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

I definitely forgot how I got back to the guesthouse. I vaguely remember Duan Wu saying to him

"Tomorrow I'll make you happy."

This outrageous statement made me dream about Shuang all night. In the dream, Duan Wu was wearing a white coat, and the touch of the pair of latex gloves was so real and clear. As soon as I opened my eyes, my memory was immediately filled.

Jizhun quickly turned on his cell phone, which had only 5% battery left and no time to charge. He quickly opened the dialog box, hoping that yesterday was just a dream, but unfortunately, he saw obscene words.

【Tomorrow will make you feel refreshed】

[Just you!? ]

... social death

Too bad his society is dead...

Remember to cover your head with a quilt and don't dare to face it.

The only thing left in the room was a chaotic atmosphere. At the moment when she was about to suffocate, he finally let herself go, her hair was a mess, the uncontrollable shame receded, and the unspeakable sense of secrecy came over her again.

Duan Wu said to let him have some fun, could that be what he meant?

Jizhun's face flushed and he scratched his neck awkwardly. He was full of energy and vigor early in the morning, but Duan Wu's straightforward and naked message made him feel nervous.

Duan Wu wouldn't really do anything to him, right? He remembered that he was brushing his teeth while frowning in embarrassment. If he really touched him, would he refuse?

Just try not to look too excited and scare Duan Wu.

Rejection? Are you still a human being?

It's hard to imagine what it would be like for someone like Duan Wu to do something excessive to others...

After taking a shower, Jizhun picked up his bag and went straight to their lounge. Zhang Fei specifically told them to come to the lounge for breakfast in the morning.

The three members of the team were all a little drunk yesterday. He remembered that when they set out, the other two were still asleep, and since it was still early, he did not wake them up.

The administrative department of the Second Institute has to go to work at 8 o'clock, but the working hours for researchers and other positions are not so fixed.

Especially for people like Duan Wu who often observe data until midnight, their working and leaving times are uncertain.

I remember thinking I was the first one, but when I opened the door of the lounge, I saw the man who had given him a night of erotic dreams sitting at the table, looking at his phone. The densely written words on his phone made it impossible to recognize which country it was from.

Hearing the movement behind him, Duan Wu turned around, and immediately remembered the words "I'll make you happy tomorrow."

It's tomorrow already...

"Well, it's so early, Brother Duan." He walked to the table and put his bag next to Duan Wu. Duan Wu had no choice but to sit with Bao.

"We can shoot this morning. I have work in the afternoon." Duan Wu tilted his head and looked at him.

"It's all right, come at your own time." Jizhun leaned on the table and stretched. The stretched lines were very sexy. His figure was not thin, but he looked thin. Except for the fact that there was no loss of flesh where it should be, there was almost no protruding tissue.

It's just that this thinness and skinny figure is a clothes rack. No matter what she wears, she can make people feel strong youthfulness and vitality. The lemon yellow shorts just above the knees and the white shirt just covering the hip line make her look like a lemon candy.

Still a tempting lemon candy.

Duan Wu's gaze fell on his waist, legs, and then back to his neck. He pretended not to see it, but he was very panicked in his heart and subconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes.

This look... is more straightforward than his.

With the cell phone placed on the table, Duan Wu turned around and moved his chair forward a few centimeters.

I remember that my breathing stopped for a moment and started to become disordered.

What is this for? To make him happy?

My calves unconsciously came together, my shoulders leaned back, and I remembered looking up nervously. “Duan, Brother Duan?”

Duan Wu looked at him, raised his hand to take out the cochlear implant from his right ear, placed it on the table and pointed, "You can enjoy it now."

There was no sound in my ears, and the tone of my voice was uncontrollable and uneven, louder than usual. I remember my brain was freezing and I didn't understand what it meant.

But I felt it was strange for some reason, as if Duan Wu was luring me into a trap.

Let him do it himself... Remember to scratch the palm of your hand.

Jizhun's eyes swept to the corner of Duan Wu's mouth. Maybe it was because he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, the color of his lips was not as bright as yesterday. Instead, it was pale and lacked blood color, which made people want to add some color to it, making it look bright red and attractive.

He didn't think there was any trap, but his throat was dry and itchy at the moment, and he couldn't help but pinch Duan Wu's pants, with his fingers against his thighs, the temperature was so high that it was burning.

Duan Wu looked at him in confusion and said, "What are you looking at? If you don't like me, just scold me in person. I had my cochlear implant removed and can't hear." There was still some indifference in his tone.

Jizhun was stunned for three seconds, then he pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, and the chair hit the leg of the table with a thud.

...Ahhh what? Is this what you mean by making him feel good?

The breath was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down. Jizhu suspected that Duan Wu was deliberately using those words to torment him, but he had no evidence.

He scratched his hair in annoyance, but Duan Wu's eyes were clear... It really seemed that he just wanted him to solve the problem of "being unhappy with him".

No way, bro, a 30-year-old innocent boy? ?

I really want to curse.

I remember taking a while to calm down. The emotional gap was like winning a million-dollar lottery ticket and then going to the store to find out that the redemption date had passed.

They had just met, and even though he had already told Duan Wu not to look at him inappropriately in his mind, she might not have remembered who he was yet.

It's a bit narcissistic to think that they fell in love at first sight.

Jizhun raised his head, picked up the cochlear implant on the table and gently hung it behind Duan Wu's ear. The temperature of the auricle was lower than that of the fingers, and the dense tendons and bones on it rubbed against the fingertips, causing the temperature to rise little by little.

Jizhun sighed, "Why would I be unhappy with you? That was the trump card last night. I lost, and Zhang Fei asked me to play it."

Hearing Jizhun's voice, Duan Wu showed an imperceptible smile, "Really? I thought I had offended you somewhere."

Provoked.

Jizhun looked at his half-smile, his upturned eyes were particularly attractive, and suddenly his brain went blank, and he asked the question he had been holding back for a day:

"Brother Duan, you haven't found a girlfriend because you don't like women?"

I said this so quickly that my tongue hit my teeth and broke the skin. I remember that I had never been so embarrassed before. It is very rude to pry into other people's sexual orientation.

But it is also unfair to allow yourself to fall into depravity without a purpose.

At least it has to be possible, in which case he would be willing to pursue her to the ends of the earth. But if Duan Wu doesn't like men, or even hates homosexuals, then his closeness would undoubtedly be a nuisance.

Duan Wu fell into deep thought under his gaze, and it seemed that he could not quickly come up with an accurate answer to his sexual orientation.

I remember that I started to feel scared when I saw him like this. Does it take so long to consider whether he likes a woman or not?

"What does it mean to like someone?" Duan Wu asked a rather philosophical question.

Jizhun's body honestly expressed his feelings: "I am very interested in a person, and then I want to get to know him. The more I get to know him, the more I find him cute. I want to see him, hear his voice, do everything with him, and many more. The most important thing is..."

“When you are thinking about a problem, do you think of that person in your mind?”