[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

But Qi Heng still wants to maintain his character, and suffers for the sake of face.

The original owner's emotions told him that he must never show "weakness" in front of Song Yuyue!

Qi Heng: “…” seemed out of place because he couldn’t understand the original owner.

"Is it really not painful? Then I'll go faster. If it hurts, just shout out and I'll stop and go slowly."

The voice of the young man in front of me was as warm as the spring breeze.

The student who was eavesdropping outside the curtain rubbed his ears. Oh my god, my ears are pregnant! Woo woo woo!

Whose wound is the male god bandaging? From the sound of their voices, it doesn’t belong to Li Ye or Gu Mengzhou. They feel... a little old?

Could it be that the driver who was taking his idol to school was injured and brought him to the school for treatment?

It doesn't seem impossible.

The students looked at each other and guessed.

"Well, it doesn't hurt. Please hurry up, it's just a minor injury."

Qi Heng followed the original owner's emotions, and the second he finished speaking, he regretted it.

Big regret!

Damn it, it’s not the original owner who is in pain, it’s him!

Why does it feel like my skin has become more sensitive than before? Is it an illusion?

Qi Heng gritted his teeth and thought in a daze.

The skin under the man's short sleeves is pale, as if he has not been exposed to the sun for many years, but his joints are gradually flushed with pain...

For a moment, Song Yuyue lowered her eyes and thought, is he really not a succubus?

A succubus sent specifically to seduce him into depravity.

The bandage was wrapped around his neck three times, and the unintentional touch of his fingertips made Qi Heng extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted to dodge, but Song Yuyue discouraged him with a look that said: It's just a simple bandage, why aren't you cooperating?

Qi Heng: “…” It must be that the original owner’s body was too sensitive. Yes, he should overcome it.

Only after the scissors had cut off the excess bandage did Song Yuyue stand up with a smile, and the two of them put a safe distance between them again.

He picked up the remaining garbage beside the bed bit by bit and threw it into the trash can, reminding Qi Heng to pay attention to his wound when sleeping and to lower his head as little as possible when walking.

"Are you a medical student?"

Song Yuyue glanced at Qi Heng, nodded and shook her head, "I'm a minor in medicine, not a major, but I still know a little bit of basic knowledge."

Qi Heng, who had never been to college like the original owner, didn't know what to say, so the topic ended there.

He put on his mask and baseball cap again, followed Song Yuyue out of the infirmary, and endured the inquiring gazes from all around.

"Is he really a driver? He doesn't look like one. I remember that the male god's exclusive driver doesn't look like this." A student who came to the infirmary to get medicine whispered.

"It's even less likely that he's a teacher. He looks more like a paparazzi taking pictures outside the school..."

"Shh, Liu Jie, be quiet, the male god is looking at you!"

As Song Yuyue glanced over without any emotion, the students queuing up to get medicine suddenly became quiet.

They all looked up at the sky and down at the earth but were afraid to look at their idol.

Qi Heng looked at the group of students and found it inexplicably funny.

They are just students, in their prime and simple-minded.

Of course, excluding very few black thorns.

Male Dormitory No. 17 is a new dormitory building built by the College of Saint Philosophy in recent years, and all of them are double rooms.

Dormitory No. 15, where Qi Heng was originally going to live, was a four-person room.

To some extent, Qi Heng did gain something.

By volunteering for three days, you can stay in the Saint Philosophy College for free and experience the dormitory room that has been voted the most luxurious and expensive on the entire Internet.

I thought it was just a simple one with two small beds, two large wardrobes, a wooden table and a balcony.

But when Song Yuyue opened the fingerprint lock and the room slowly appeared in front of him, Qi Heng found that he was wrong.

How does this look like a dorm? Is it more appropriate to call it an apartment?

From the entrance you can see a separate kitchenette, two separate bedrooms, a study, a toilet and a large balcony.

"Uncle, the room on the left is where I lived before I moved out, but of course you can live there if you want.

It’s just that there might be some things missing that I forgot to bring, if you don’t mind…”

"I don't mind!" Qi Heng said excitedly, realizing his own gaffe.

"Well, I'm used to sleeping on the right side in my bedroom at home...Thank you."

Lie to him.

The original owner just wanted to sleep in the room where Song Yuyue had slept.

The remaining emotions at this moment were urging Qi Heng to agree no matter what...

"Oh, really? No trouble, the quilt is put in the closet, let's clean it up together."

After saying that, Song Yuyue walked into the empty room on the right to get the quilt.

Qi Heng stood at the door and realized

"Um...Excuse me, where are you?"

“There are a lot of things to deal with during the school sports meeting, and it’s too troublesome to go home at night.

So I plan to stay for three days.”

Maybe in Song Yuyue's eyes, it's normal for two grown men to live under the same roof.

But to the original owner who was crazy and perverted and obsessed with him, this was extremely abnormal!

boom!

"Uncle, are you okay? What's wrong? Your face is so red, is your blood sugar low?"

Song Yuyue dropped the quilt and stepped forward to support Qi Heng who suddenly fell to the ground.

“I’m fine, ahem, it’s just an old illness, don’t worry about it.

Let me take it easy, I'll be able to stand up in a moment.

Go and tidy up the quilt first, and let me lie here for a while."

Qi Heng wanted Song Yuyue to go back to her room and leave him alone, but Song Yuyue frowned and refused.

The young man held Qi Heng's waist and wanted to take him to the sofa in the living room to lie down.

Little did he know that the more he touched Qi Heng like this, the more difficult it would be for Qi Heng to recover his strength.

It felt like an electric current was flowing through my whole body where I was pressed against Song Yuyue.

Wave after wave of the original owner's joy filled Qi Heng's mind.

It was a dizziness and excitement that was even more unbearable than suddenly winning a 1000 million jackpot.

Damn, it made the original owner feel so good!

Qi Heng refused Song Yuyue's help, but to no avail.

Faintly, he actually saw a smile of success on the young man's face.

Qi Heng shook his dizzy head and looked up again, but the smile had disappeared without a trace.

Illusion...

After Qi Heng lay on his back on the sofa, Song Yuyue let go of his hand at the right time and took a step back to keep some distance.

"If you're not feeling well, you should take a rest. I'll help you make the bed."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Qi Heng

“Tomorrow the volunteers will need to lift a lot of heavy objects, provide drinking water, energy drinks, snacks, and glucose to supplement the nutrition of the athletes.

There are boxes and boxes of them. Can I really do it? Health comes first. If I really can’t do it…”

"I can! Sorry, that kind of thing just now rarely happened before, and this time it was just an accident.

Let me take my time and I will be fine soon. I won’t delay tomorrow’s volunteers…”

Meeting Song Yuyue's disapproving eyes, Qi Heng tried to support himself with his arms that were still shaking with excitement, raised his head and looked at Song Yuyue sincerely, saying every word.

"Please trust me."

"Ah...Okay, I'll have to trouble you tomorrow.

I'll go make the bed for you first, and when I'm done you can go to bed and rest. "

"Yeah." Qi Heng was grateful in his heart and sighed that the Son of Destiny was indeed a kind person.

After watching Song Yuyue enter the bedroom and close the door, he closed his eyes tiredly, trying his best to control the emotions that belonged to the original owner in his body.

We can't just leave him alone, we have to control him.

In the bedroom that Qi Heng couldn't see—

Song Yuyue covered her mouth tightly, and her back slid down the door panel little by little until her buttocks touched the ground.

No longer calm as before, his feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly because of his forbearance. He swallowed and his Adam's apple rolled.

In the silent bedroom, only the young man's almost inaudible murmur could be heard.

"So…so cute."