The boss is holding me by picking up trash

Before Jing Sui woke up in the morning, Yao Yicheng had already knocked on the door outside.

He lost his judgment, went to open the door sleepily, and showed his head outside: "What are you doing so early?"

"It's 06:30, excuse me?" Yao Yicheng sat by his door in a refreshed manner.

"..." Jing Sui thought for a while, "Afternoon?"

"Morning."

Jing Sui didn't know where to start, bit his lips, and said euphemistically: "Even if there are classes, I don't get up until seven o'clock." He looked at Yao Yicheng's pajamas, and suddenly thought of something, "Do you need my help?"

For the past two days, he only cared about his own affairs and didn't think about Yao Yicheng. Jing Sui blamed himself in his heart, went out and squatted down and said, "Remember to call me next time when you go to bed or wake up. What time do you usually wake up?"

"I can do it myself, and you won't get up at six o'clock, right?" Yao Yi was very serious.

Jing Sui was surprised: "What are you doing up so early?"

Yao Yicheng didn't speak, he saw Jing Sui tilting his head to the right, and felt that Brother Jing looked a little cute at the moment.

From his perspective, Jing Sui squatted somewhere and looked shorter than him. The blue and white checked pajamas were simple and uninteresting, but it made people feel like some kind of confused little animal, with round eyes, furry and wrinkled body. Frowning, it seems that he is very puzzled by the matter at hand.

Yao Yicheng coughed, and told a lie that fit the personality: "Because it takes a long time to clean up."

Then he, brother Jing, suddenly realized.

Nodded, very satisfied.

Yao Yicheng squinted his eyes, so everything that followed was completely impulsive.

"Brother Jing, can you help me change my clothes?" He added shamefully, "I will be very tired myself."

Jing Sui, who has not yet done the mental training of cool brother, is of course easy to talk, stood up and patted his chest proudly: "No problem!"

energetic.

It can be said to be a bit over the top.

Yao Yicheng raised one eyebrow slowly, and was pushed back into the room by Jing Sui with a strange expression.

Jing Sui's pace was very fast. After scanning around, he didn't find the clothes he had prepared, so he touched the closet with a serious expression like a professional deacon: "What are you wearing today?"

Yao Yicheng looked at him thoughtfully: "Black sportswear, plus a sweater, the light gray one."

"Okay." Jing Sui responded, and when he raised his hand to take the clothes, he thought of a question, "How did you hang it?"

"The clothesline."

"Oh." Jing Sui put the clothes on the bed, and when he turned around, Yao Yicheng just took off his pajamas and threw them aside.

The upper body is bare, and even a little dazzling can tell that the figure is superb.The shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, and the lines are smooth. When throwing clothes sideways, the muscles of the arms and waist and abdomen are all swelled for a moment, and then they are quickly hidden under the tight skin as they sit upright, without excessive spraying.

Jing Sui was not surprised, and calmly presented Yao Yi with a sweater.After all, he didn't hug Yao Yicheng so many times for nothing, and he knew how heavy this man was.

Moreover, Yao Yi has legs, so he can naturally develop a strong upper body.

That's why he was really surprised when he showed Yao Yi the pajama pants: Where are the soft and weak legs in his imagination?

Thin is thin, white is white, but where does this muscle come from?

Jing Sui lowered his head and stared at the white flesh in front of him without moving. From Yao Yicheng's perspective, he just buried his head between his legs.

"Hmm." Yao Yicheng cleared his throat, "What are you doing......ah!"

Yao Yicheng never said it, and it is impossible for him to take the initiative to tell anyone: He is afraid of pain, super afraid, especially the kind that comes suddenly, he is not even prepared to hold back.

Jing Sui looked up at Yao Yicheng in a daze, not knowing which question to ask.

You, yelled?

Why are there muscles here?

Why do I still feel it?

Also, I just poked it, does it hurt that much?

Before he could figure out the order, Yao Yicheng replied positively: "Scared, I exercised before, my leg was broken, not paralyzed. Then, I was just scared, that's all." The more he said, the more serious his tone became.

"Oh." Jing Sui didn't pay much attention, and after straightening out the logic, he obediently took off his pajama pants and started putting on sweatpants.

Yao Yicheng was about to think that the matter was over, and just halfway through, Jing Sui's soft and warm fingertips were placed on his knees again, like a spark, causing him a burning sense of stress for a moment.

Jing Sui showed no empathy, touched his thigh along the bone line, and even talked to his thigh, his breath was moist and hot:

"If you're not paralyzed, you'll see the trauma, right?"

After speaking, he raised his head, eyes brighter than usual filled with thirst for knowledge.

Yao Yi endured it.

I don't know what to endure, but it is obvious that I feel a little angry because I endured it.

"Okay." He said as he lifted the waistband of his trousers, and then laughed at himself like a chaste woman.

"Oh." Jing Sui is always here today, got up and patted his trouser legs and sleeves neatly, and then began to look at him energetically again, "Is there anything else I can help?"

Yao Yicheng: "Why don't you go to sleep for a while?"

After thinking for a while, Jing Sui said, "Okay, then you can call Auntie over for breakfast. I still have a headache, so I'll go catch up on sleep."

Yao Yicheng did not speak, and when Jing Sui left, he gradually turned his head and stared at the pile of clothes on the bed gloomyly, starting to reflect on himself.

Where did I go wrong this morning?

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