Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Remember to look into Duan Wu's eyes, everything he said was about himself.

There must be fate and inexplicable magnetic attraction between people. Sometimes there doesn't need to be too many reasons. Just being able to excite hormones and dopamine is enough.

Duan Wu pondered over Ji Zhun's words for so long that Ji Zhun thought he was being treated coldly.

"I've only had this experience once." The answer given was so rigorous that it sounded like an academic diagnosis.

Jizhun rubbed his palms, and his smile was not as natural as before. He thought Frankenstein would not be moved, but it turned out that he was.

And Duan Wu still remembers that heart-beating feeling.

It must be so cool to be liked by Duan Wu, haha.

"Oh?" Ji Zhun pretended to relax as he leaned on the edge of the table. "In fact, sometimes it's not necessarily the case. What I said doesn't necessarily mean love. You must know from research that the human brain is very complicated. What I mean is that sometimes the brain can deceive itself..."

Jizhun became more and more confused as he spoke, with words gushing out of his mind. He was trying to prove the scientific basis of the occasional outburst of dopamine and hormones from a biological perspective.

"Is that so...?" Duan Wu placed his white fingers on the table, bit by bit, and slowly analyzed, "So, the reason I feel this way about you is probably because my brain is deceiving me?"

Remember "..."

He tried hard to lower the corners of his mouth, and his tense cheek muscles made it seem like he was making a strange expression.

Realizing that he was out of control, he changed his posture, supporting his chin with his tiger's mouth, covering his mouth with his palm, and then freed the corners of his mouth and stretched them up to the sky.

His mood at the moment was really mysterious, too rich, even more chaotic than his favorites.

Jizhun wanted to slap himself in the face, but the conversation that seemed to reveal his true feelings made his dopamine, serotonin, and endorphin levels soar.

Happiness was bubbling up so fast that I didn’t even have time to call myself an idiot.

"Well, your IQ should be hard to be deceived. What you say should be true and quite accurate... cough cough," Jizhun kept coughing with his head down, trying to make up for what he had just said.

"Are you interested in me? Why don't I feel it..."

Yuan didn't come back, and Jizhun tried to change the topic.

Duan Wu took out his mobile phone and clicked on the little musical note. His account name was still a string of codes, but he had already followed two people, one was the official of the platform, and the other was Jizhun.

"Interested." Duan Wu clicked on Jizhun's pinned video and said, "I've finished watching it."

I remember looking in the direction he pointed, and it was the photo of me remembering college that was posted during that time, which contained many photos and stories from my school days.

This video was very popular and ranked first in the topic at the time. I remembered it and pinned it to the top.

Duan Wu had indeed read it, and gave it a little red heart and clicked on the collection button.

I don't know how to describe my mixed feelings this morning.

My heart is almost deprived of oxygen.

"Do you have any other feelings after watching it?" Ji Zhun asked curiously.

He was quite handsome when he was in college, and that video became popular because he was good-looking.

Although I am a bit of a corporate slave now, I still have this face that can be used for fighting.

Duan Wu: “It feels very cute.”

You’re so cute, you bubble teapot… Remember to cover your face, let your ten fingers slide down your cheeks into your hair, and scratch your ears and cheeks.

My heart felt like it was being held in someone's hand and hit back and forth like a ping-pong ball.

Duan Wu, you are crazy, saying such things.

Remember, "You can't fix it for me."

Too straightforward and enthusiastic praise, delivered with an expressionless but heart-wrenching face, is just like frying ice cubes in a 200c oil pan.

The joy spread to my fingertips and hair, and my whole body felt soft and numb. I just wanted to bury myself in the quilt and wrap myself up.

"Duan Wu, you are simply a..." Ji Zhun gritted his teeth and kicked the air under the table. He didn't know what he was kicking, but he urgently needed to vent.

"You are such a fox..."

He held back the dirty words and chose the most civilized word to describe Duan Wu.

"You are the fox." Duan Wu counterattacked on the spot, "The kind that seduces people."

……

Jizhun had used up all his life's breakdown today. He wanted to remind Duan Wu, "I say, can you be less blunt?"

Can you be more civilized?!

How can a man who is engaged in scientific research speak without keeping a word?

Duan Wu tapped his right foot on his left leg, seeming to be very satisfied with the way he spoke:

"Frankly? But you have been seducing me."

"I didn't!" Jizhun swore that he would not look at anything inappropriate.

"You didn't?" Duan Wu looked at me from head to toe. "You have been looking at my back, my legs, my bottom..." Before he could finish his words, his mouth was blocked by a hot palm.

Jizhun's face was red from his ears to his neck. "If you say that again, you won't pass the trial."

"Did you see it?"

"Look, what's wrong with taking a look? Have you never been seen by anyone?" Jizhun withdrew his hand.

"I've never been looked at like this by you." Duan Wu stood up, put his hands on the edge of the table, bent down, and pushed the man back into the reclining chair. "Your eyes want to eat me, I feel it."

Remember, "Do you want to see who is going to eat whom now?"

The man is very tall, and when he presses down from the front, he casts a thick shadow, forcefully depriving others of the space to think.

Jizhun looked up at him, his chest shrinking and forming a shallow arc.

"I want to kiss you." Still so straightforward,

His breathing stopped for a moment, remember to turn his face away, "… we are all grown men, so let's just kiss each other."

The corner of his mouth was touched lightly by a dragonfly, but before he could feel the softness of those thin lips, they parted.

"That's all?" This was not even as long as the time Toothbrush kissed him every day.

Duan Wu blinked and said, "Very nice to kiss, I'm done kissing."

His chest heaved violently, and Ji Zhun felt that something was wrong, but his brain would not allow him to analyze whether Duan Wu had evil intentions.

"You call this a kiss?" Ji Zhun hooked his hands around the back of his neck, and with a bit of haste and roughness, he raised his head and offered himself to him.

Their lips touched, and then he created a gap that only the tip of the tongue could enter and began to explore boldly, their breaths intertwined. He touched from the back of the neck all the way to the butterfly bones and then to the waist, guiding and teaching over and over again.

The apprentice starved the master to death, and soon Jizhun felt that he was at a disadvantage. His oxygen was deprived. He hooked his calves around the person on top of him, trying to please him and beg for mercy.

But novices often have no interest in this and only know how to show their master what they have just learned to prove that they respect their teacher.

Remember it's about to melt.

He pushed the person pressing on his chest with his hand, but he didn't respond like a stone.

He shrugged his shoulders and tried to find some space to escape, but was clamped firmly in the chair.

After failing to save himself, he slumped in the chair in despair. After an unknown amount of time, the corner of his lips, which had been kissed to pieces, finally escaped the disaster.

"Did you ask for a kiss this time?"

Jizhun covered his face with his arms and took deep breaths, cursing hoarsely, "This time it's called mechanical asphyxiation."