On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

By the end, Chen Qianzhen had no strength left.

My waist was sore and my legs couldn't move. I could only quietly accept the culprit wrapping me in a bath towel, wiping off the water droplets, and then putting me on the bed.

Chen Qian lay under the thick quilt and quietly warned himself that next time he heard Chi Mu was willing to put him on top, he must not believe it foolishly.

Whoever wants to move can move, but he would rather lie down from now on.

He tilted his head to look at the figure wrapped in a bathrobe who was busy in the room, sometimes collecting clothes, sometimes washing clothes, and she didn't forget to run over and kiss him on the mouth when she passed by.

Chen Qian looked at the thin bathrobe swaying back and forth in front of him, wanting to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he swallowed his anger back in the sadness that made his body so weak that he had no strength left.

It’s good to be sick. When you are sick, you don’t have the energy to bother others.

"..."

"There is a set of pajamas in the lower left corner of the closet. Take it out and put it on." Chen Qian said reluctantly in a cold voice.

Chi Mu looked refreshed and in great shape, as if he didn't feel the cold at all. But after hearing Chen Qian's awkward tone and deliberately indifferent expression, he realized that with such a lovely lover's advice, he could be very obedient.

With strong execution ability, he opened the wardrobe, took out the bright blue pajamas that Chen Qian mentioned, and put them on.

But as he put on the condom, Chi Mu's expression began to change, and the corners of his mouth went from upturned to flat.

Chen Qian didn't know why he didn't like these pajamas, and his face was getting more and more sour.

He was quite satisfied with how Chi Mu looked after putting on the clothes. The size of the clothes was just right and it fit Chi Mu very well. He had worn it once himself and knew that the fabric had a soft and comfortable texture.

Chen Qian lay on the bed and watched Chi Mu hurried out of the bedroom.

After a while, he came back wearing the same pajamas, but his face had become very gloomy during this time.

What's going on?

"Don't you like this color?" Chen Qian asked him curiously.

"Why are you..." But he still had that expression on his face, speechless, a deep worry between his brows. He stood there like a discarded little animal. After a long pause, he finally said, "Could it be... do you have someone new?"

His emotions changed so quickly that Chen Qian couldn't understand the specific direction of the process. Every word he said made Chen Qian feel more confused.

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "Huh?"

What was going on? Did something in this room just happen to be paired up? Or did Simon accidentally forget to bring something when he came to visit, and this person happened to see it?

After thinking it over and over again, there is no result.

Chen Qian simply forgot about the excessive trouble he had just suffered.

He suppressed the discomfort all over his body, struggled to sit up, and said in disbelief: "Brother Chi Mu, what are you talking about now?"

Hearing this, Chi Mu's resentful eyes shot at him, "Baby, tell me, where did you meet a man with a figure so similar to mine?"

Chen Qian understood, it was still about the pajamas.

Chen Qian couldn't say it, and he couldn't say it.

He bought these pajamas blindly based on the size, intending to wear them himself. However, he didn't expect the Danish sizes to be so large, and they were a bit tight on him, so he ended up putting them away.

Who knew it would fit Chi Mu so well? He originally thought it fit him very well and was really nice.

No, that's not it. He shouldn't have been worried that he would catch a cold if he wore only a bathrobe and reminded him to wear pajamas.

Regardless of Chi Mu's expression, Chen Qian fell into the pillow in despair, and the pain in his body attacked him again because of the movement.

I am really tired... My heart is tired and my body is tired.

Seeing that he was too lazy to move, Chi Mu fell silent and sat on the bed.

There was the sound of fabric rustling in his ears, and then a chill rushed in from under the quilt. Chen Qian knew that it was Chi Mu climbing up from the end of the bed.

This guy was at the bottom, and people and hands were climbing up along his legs.

When she reappeared in the light, her pajamas were gone.

"Where are your clothes?" Chen Qian asked him in surprise.

"I don't wear the clothes of a mistress." He pursed his lips, his brows furrowed.

"Then don't wear it." Chen Qian was speechless.

I shook my head and turned to the other side, about to fall asleep under the bright ceiling light.