Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Hold Jiang Song's back and carry him into the bedroom.

Just now Jiang Song just loosened his trousers, except for some wrinkles, the jacket is still intact.

Gu Changxi wiped it clean for him, took off his trousers, and just as he reached out to help him take off his sweater, Jiang Song resisted and pushed his hand away.

Gu Changxi smiled ironically, "Don't worry, I won't touch you."

Turning around, he called Secretary Zhou, "Check, who did Jiang Song meet with tonight?"

"Hmph..." Jiang Song turned over uncomfortably and curled up.

Gu Changxi stood by the bed for a while, and finally sat down, pulling up the quilt to protect Jiang Song's appetite.

Jiang Song grabbed the bed sheet with his fingers, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, looking extremely fragile.

Gu Changxi looked up at the ceiling, and after a long time he looked at Jiang Song viciously.

That gaze was full of hatred.

But his hand stopped on Jiang Song's back.

There was no movement, but that posture was like an unwilling and unbearable love.

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