On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

The extent of the traffic jam on the road was beyond Chen Qian's imagination. It took him almost half an hour to drive a distance of more than ten minutes. The driver kept telling him that this time and the morning and evening rush hours were the most congested times on the road.

The journey was stretched out unexpectedly. Chen Qian was worried that Chi Mu would be uncomfortable in the car, but fortunately Chi Mu adapted well and fell into a deep sleep after getting in the car. Now he was leaning quietly on Chen Qian's shoulder.

He was already much taller than Chen Qian when he was standing, so he always had to bend down very low when leaning on Chen Qian, and it was the same when they were waiting for the bus.

For him, leaning on Chen Qian was actually a rather uncomfortable posture.

But for Chen Qian, this angle was just enough to show the smooth outline of his profile, so Chen Qian didn't bother to pose him properly.

The online car-hailing vehicle struggled to cross the endless river of cars for a long time, so long that Chen Qian began to yawn due to sleepiness. The driver finally began to slow down and stopped at the destination.

Chen Qian awkwardly supported Chi Mu and got out of the car. He walked a few steps with his body tilted. However, they stopped at the gate of the community and did not go any further. The two of them stood crookedly on the side of the road.

Chen Qian still doesn’t know the address of the drunkard Chi Mu, so where should he send him?

I asked the drunkard himself, but he just stammered and said some incoherent words.

Oh no, the northwest wind might blow together now.

I was thinking about finding a hotel nearby, but since we were near the school, I knew he wouldn't bring his ID card with him. He didn't have one, so what about Chi Mu?

Um... the shirt has no pockets, the pants have pockets...

Shaking his head, he thought that he was also drunk, but this kind of thing was not a big deal, it was just a matter of finding an ID card, so as to clear up all the inexplicable thoughts in his mind.

I took out Chi Mu's cell phone and was about to take out my wallet when my hand started vibrating. Someone was calling.

Oh, and I'd also like to ask if anyone knows the address!

"Hey, Chi Mu, how was your day? Did you see your little white flower? You clearly said you wouldn't go on stage, but you actually went to perform on behalf of the studio..."

"Sorry, Senior is drunk and can't answer the phone. Also, we've already arrived at the complex, but he can't speak clearly and can't lead the way. If you know the address, could you tell me..." The frivolous voice was interrupted. Chen Qian didn't check the time, only now realizing it was almost eleven o'clock. If he didn't settle this senior, he wouldn't be able to go back to school. The two of them camping out together was romantic, but unnecessary, and the game hadn't been online yet.

"Drunk...? Wait, are you the little brother that Chen Tianlao brought with him? Chen Qian?"

"Hmm... can you hear that too?"

“It’s not that I heard it…

"I sent the address directly to Chi Mu. Can you see it? Send him home properly."

Before he could even say thank you, the call was disconnected. Then, his hand vibrated again. It was the fingerprint lock. He pressed his hand against the screen, and a message popped up: Building 18, Room 501, Password 0405.

Although I don't know the actual meaning of this number, it happens to be the same as his birthday.

After finally getting the person into the house, I threw him onto the sofa, squatted down, panting heavily and leaning on the armrest of the sofa. After a while, I recovered my strength. This time I really had to go back.

Just as I reached the entrance, I heard a muffled sound behind me.

No, such a big pond of wood just fell to the ground like this?

The person on the ground struggled to get up, but after trying for a long time, he could only sit up crookedly. He looked over and seemed to have just seen Chen Qian in the room. After looking for a while, he lowered his eyelids and rubbed his temples: "Um... Thank you for bothering you tonight. Could you please pour me another glass of water? Thank you."

"Okay." He withdrew his hand from the door handle and walked into the kitchen.

Then he took the water and glanced sideways. The man was still on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. His clothes were disheveled after being in such a mess for so long, and his neatly styled hair hung sloppily in front of his forehead. The look in his eyes was filled with deep meaning.

Chen Qian put the water on the coffee table and handed it over: "Get up first, the ground is cold."

Chi Mu grabbed the hand hanging in front of his eyes and supported himself to stand up, but he stumbled and fell to the other side. Fortunately, Chen Qian acted quickly and put his arm around his waist to steady him.

too close.

Chen Qian felt his heartbeat become faster and faster, and it was about to hit his ears. Their chests were pressed so close that he could feel the other person's breathing.

Through the fabric, I could see strong, muscular muscles beneath his palms. I admired his self-discipline and helped him back to the sofa.

"Senior, drink some water and have a rest early. I still have to go back to school, so I have to leave first."

"Are we going back now? It's almost eleven o'clock now. It's too late."

Following Chi Mu's direction, Chen Qian saw a black and white clock hanging on the wall, with the hands almost pointing to eleven o'clock. It was over... "Ah... yes. I thought I could make it in time."

"Since you can't make it, then stay. Please take me back tonight. I'm sorry that you missed the curfew." An apology appeared on his face, and his brows were lowered. His eyes seemed clearer, and he must have sobered up.

He drank two sips of water, got up and poured a glass for Chen Qian. He was ready to let Chen Qian have a comfortable sleep. He let Chen Qian look around the house while he went to clean up the guest room.

The decor here is very modern and chic, with a palette of sober colors. It's neat and clean, with very few things, and the place seems quiet and untouched, showing almost no signs of use. Even the appliances are mostly neutral colors like gray and silver.

There were several photo frames on the TV cabinet, probably the most vibrant color in the room. The frames were clean, often wiped. They were all group photos. There were several family portraits, and I looked through them one by one. The last one was a group photo of friends, all people I had met before. Chen Tian was standing in the middle. Looking closely, I was actually there, sitting behind me, holding a cup of milk tea, my head propped up.

When did this happen? I even took a photo of it.

I can't recall when, so I gave up, but I secretly took a photo of them with my phone. This is the only photo we took together.

Chi Mu came out with a pajama towel and saw Chen Qian staring at the photo in a daze: "I got you a pajama towel. I don't have any new ones at home. I hope you don't mind."

"Thank you, it's okay."

"Take a shower first. It's getting late, so go to bed early. I don't think you'll have classes tomorrow, as it's the weekend."

"Yes, there are no classes tomorrow."

"Well, then sleep a little longer. I'll take you back to school later. Take a shower first." After taking Chen Qian to the bathroom, Chi Mu walked straight into another room. Through the crack in the door, he could see a large desk. Still working so late? As expected, the first key to success is hard work...

He grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom, only to shower and come out quickly. He looked at himself in the mirror and knew that Chi Mu was taller and stronger than him, but there was no objective way to know. But now he was wearing Chi Mu's pajamas, the hem hanging down to his thighs, the sleeves covering his fingers.

It was the first time I used this scent of shower gel. The unfamiliar smell was very strong, mixed with the scent of clothes and rushed into my nose. It might sound a bit perverted to say this, but Chen Qian couldn't help but take a deep breath. This was the smell of Chi Mu, and it smelled very good.

When I passed by the study, the light from the room shone brightly on the ground outside the door. I couldn't help but go into the room and asked the person at the table: "Senior, aren't you going to rest yet?"

"I have some stuff to take care of. Now that you've showered, go to bed."

"Well, then you should go to bed early."

"Actually..." He had been concentrating on the computer screen, but suddenly turned his head. His eyes were different, a flickering gaze that seemed to draw Chen Qian in. He paused for a moment, interrupted by something. "You don't have to keep calling me senior. Just call me Chi Mu. We're half friends, after all. The clothes... are a little looser than I thought. I'll have to hold on all night."

"Well, good night then, Brother Chimu." His fingers unconsciously plucked the hem of his clothes and rubbed them, and his heart began to feel uneasy again.

"Good night, Xiao Qian." Originally, only the heart hidden inside the body was affected, but now, even the skin outside began to feel hot and a little anxious. He hurried to leave the study before being noticed.

Lying in bed, still unable to calm down, Chen Qian blamed the alcohol for making him more active, but he was unable to extricate himself from the words "Good night, Xiao Qian".