Give me back my tail

The ship sailed in the preset direction for a while, and finally docked at city y, which is the closest to island j.

The two of them felt fine after soaking in the rain just now, but when the rain stopped, their drenched bodies were exposed to the dry and flowing air, and instead they soon became cold all over.

Zhao Zecheng opened a hotel recently, pushed Ji Rong into the bathroom of the standard room, and took a towel to go to the public bathroom outside.

Ji Rong took off that heavy raincoat early.

Hot water sprayed out from the shaggy head and poured on his body. After about a few minutes of flushing, Ji Rong's body temperature and mind recovered somewhat.

Ji Rong recalled the special incident tonight under the brewing of hot water.

Zhao Zecheng did not continue to live his previous life step by step as Ji Rong guessed.

Zhao Zecheng was looking for him, and he did not know where he was, so he came alone on a stormy night.

Just thinking about it like this, Ji Rong felt a little unrealistic.

Because it was only a few minutes before Zhao Zecheng appeared, Ji Rong was still guessing that Zhao Zecheng would probably be indifferent if the person sentenced to death was replaced by himself.

But Zhao Zecheng hugged him so hard just now, and he seemed to care about him very much, which gave Ji Rong a little unavoidable fantasy.

I imagined that if the person in the middle of the execution ground was replaced by Ji Rong, Zhao Zecheng would be in unbearable grief and try his best to rescue him, or at least he shouldn't be deadpan.

But immediately, Ji Rong felt that he might have made the mistake of looking up to himself again.

He reached out to press the hot water away.

The high water temperature made Ji Rong's body and arms red, as if he had some allergic skin disease.The temperature in the room is still very high, and the room is full of hot air.

Ji Rong's hand was still on the knob, and he had already started to feel dazed.

It wasn't until the heat had gone away and the chill returned that Ji Rong moved, dried his body, and had no choice but to put on the bathrobe provided by the hotel.

Zhao Zecheng didn't go into a daze for this step, he had already finished washing.

He seemed to be waiting for Ji Rong. As soon as the door opened, Ji Rong saw Zhao Zecheng stand up from the bed.

Ji Rong was stunned by him, he was still wiping his hair with a towel, watching Zhao Zecheng getting closer.

Not long after, Ji Rong's hand was covered by a bigger and hotter palm.

Ji Rong hadn't come out of the cautious "sudden death" setting for a while, and subconsciously pulled away.

Zhao Zecheng didn't force it, but continued to wrap up the towel and wipe Ji Rong left and right.

Ji Rong hung his head, his hair was soft and easy to dry, it no longer dripped water, but it was still half wet, and occasionally stuck to his cheek.And Zhao Zecheng's movements were gentle, which almost made Ji Rong feel that it was useless.

In his field of vision were his hair hanging down, Zhao Zecheng's half-exposed chest, their same style of bathrobe, their casually knotted cotton belt, and the two pairs of disposable slippers that he and Zhao Zecheng faced each other.

For some unknown reason, Zhao Zecheng's slippers are bigger than his, so they look a bit like a couple's item.

Ji Rong moved his toes unnaturally.

Zhao Zecheng paused for a while.

Ji Rong felt that the towel was taken away, and Zhao Zecheng's elbow appeared and disappeared in his field of vision, probably from another side, and wiped it again for him.

Ji Rong raised his hand and grabbed the cuff of Zhao Zecheng's bathrobe.

Zhao Zecheng stopped and asked what happened to Ji Rong.

Ji Rong thought for a while and asked him, "Are you really all right?"

Zhao Zecheng laughed lightly, and to prove that he was fine, he stretched out his hand to pinch Ji Rong, and told him, "It's really fine."

Ji Rong stopped asking.

And it turns out that wiping too gently has no effect.

It took much longer to dry his hair this day than Ji Rong used to.

When his hair was finally wiped until the towel could no longer absorb the excess moisture, the hotel's doorbell rang.

The people outside shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhao's takeaway!"

Zhao Zecheng came in with two big bags.

The small bedside table between the two beds was obviously not enough, so he moved the only tea table in the room to Ji Rong's bedside, and opened the food one by one, all of which were all kinds of meat.

While putting it on, Zhao Zecheng said, "I remember the first time I went out to open a house and bought porridge. At that time, I really didn't know that you didn't like it."

Needless to say, Zhao Zecheng, Ji Rong can recall that the situation at that time was very similar to this time, but at least there was a sofa at that time, and this hotel was too low-grade, without even chairs.

Ji Rong didn't reminisce with Zhao Zecheng. He focused on his eyes and asked Zhao Zecheng, "Do you want to borrow a chair from the front desk?"

Zhao Zecheng just finished placing all the things, and put the uncovered lids aside, straightened up to look at Ji Rong, and said, "No need."

After finishing speaking, he immediately said, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Ji Rong was stunned, he didn't know whether Zhao Zecheng imitated the joke he made with him earlier or what, but Ji Rong quickly shook his head and rejected him: "No."

"Hiss... this answer doesn't seem to be enough to pass the test." Zhao Zecheng said.

Ji Rong didn't understand, so Zhao Zecheng recited it as if reciting, and narrated flatly: "Reference answer: Ask if you see it. I want to eat that first. Of course, it's so tiring to carry the tableware."

Zhao Zecheng looked at Ji Rong with a smile, and asked him, "Choose one sentence?"

Ji Rong: ...

Before he said anything, Zhao Zecheng came over on his own initiative.

Ji Rong feels like a puppet being pulled on a string. He is extremely dull because of confusion. Holding his string is an unwarranted expectation and fantasy, and the cunning Zhao Zecheng who pulls the string.

So Zhao Zecheng told him to go west, so he could only go west.

Zhao Zecheng hugged him from behind, his body was warm and muscular, his chest was harder than Ji Rong's back, but he was also very solid, holding Ji Rong's trembling body firmly.

"I'm fine." Zhao Zecheng seemed to know what Ji Rong was saying, and said the first sentence.

With one arm around Ji Rong's waist, he held chopsticks in the other, resting his head on Ji Rong's shoulder, he picked up a piece of braised pork ribs first.

Zhao Zecheng let out a long voice, and handed the meat to Ji Rong like coaxing some kind of child.

Ji Rong opened his mouth and ate it, but he couldn't taste it much.

The next few mouthfuls are similar.

Seeing Zhao Zecheng stuffing it blindly to himself, Ji Rong couldn't help but say, "You can eat something yourself."

But Zhao Zecheng didn't eat, he fed Ji Rong as usual, but his tone became more serious, he called Ji Rong's name in a serious voice, and said to him: "Ji Rong, I want to apologize to you for what happened before."

Zhao Zecheng was too close to Ji Rong, and his posture was too intimate.

It was only at this time that Ji Rong realized that Zhao Zecheng was really cunning. Because of this, once he apologized, it seemed that he didn't even have the right not to forgive.

"It was my fault to lie to you. I went to the bar at first to catch Chen Zimi," Zhao Zecheng said. "I could see that you and Qian Nuo were fox demons, so when you came, I didn't refuse."

"Later in the room, because they suddenly found important clues, they left."

Zhao Zecheng said with a smile: "It's really an accident to meet again at school."

"At that time, our chain of clues just happened to be broken, and the higher-ups suspected that it was someone from your clan who helped him," Zhao Zecheng said. "If it wasn't for you, it might have taken me a few more days to break into your interior."

"Go to the bar to find another fox demon, and have sex with him. Is that how you break in?" Ji Rong asked.

Zhao Zecheng's chopsticks stopped.

After about a minute, he told Ji Rong: "Yes."

Ji Rong pursed his upper and lower lips together and pinched his fingers lightly.

In fact, in Ji Rong's values, the proportion of words such as loyalty and devotion should not be very high.They themselves are a group of people who survive by constantly changing people to absorb energy, and they should not put their hearts into it, nor should they force others.

It's just that Ji Rong paid, so he still feels sad.

As he was silent, Zhao Zecheng hugged Ji Rong by the waist and turned Ji Rong over, and the two of them had to face each other.

"That was before, I didn't know you before." Zhao Zecheng said again, "Except for what I just said, I didn't lie to you. I said I like you, and it was true."

"Not in the future." Zhao Zecheng said.

From Ji Rong's perspective, Zhao Zecheng's hand could be seen moving and holding his.

Zhao Zecheng's hand is much bigger than his, and it is always warm, so it is easy to deceive people successfully. When holding it, people think that he cherishes it very much.

Ji Rong used to be very confident, but now he can't help feeling uneasy and suspicious.

Ji Rong didn't speak, Zhao Zecheng took a tissue beside him and wiped his mouth, Ji Rong didn't resist either.

But when Zhao Zecheng finished wiping and stared at him leaning forward, Ji Rong still avoided the kiss for a while.

That day, the two slept separately, and when they got up the next morning, Zhao Zecheng's bed was already empty.

Three words were left on the bedside table in the middle, and Zhao Zecheng said that he had gone to buy breakfast.

Ji Rong got up to wash up by himself.

The person in the mirror was disheveled, because the bag of the bathrobe was loose, revealing a large white chest.

There was no one else in the bathroom, so Ji Rong ignored it.

He finished brushing his teeth step by step, and when he wanted to change into the clothes washed and dried yesterday, Ji Rong suddenly felt something was wrong.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes, released them in doubt, and narrowed them again.

After several times, Ji Rong found that the tail that had reached his earlobe hadn't appeared.

Ji Rong was stunned.

He turned around suspiciously, and then saw the long-lost, spherical hairball at the tailbone in the mirror.

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