Chapter 157 Cute Internet Celebrity 35
Han Cheng untied his tie with one hand and casually placed it on the edge of the table. "I think I'm very calm at the moment."
Qian Zhou's intentions were already very clear, so Han Cheng simply stopped restraining himself.
The progress of a relationship needs a hand to push it forward, and Han Cheng extended this hand.
......Qianzhou began to retreat.
Han Cheng leaned over and unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, revealing his clear collarbone.
Qian Zhou looked away and leaned against Han Cheng's chest, "Um... I, I'm not ready yet."
He blinked his eyes quickly, and like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, Qianzhou quickly pulled his body out.
He left the small space formed by Han Cheng and the head of the bed, placing his hands in front of him helplessly.
Han Cheng also bought something else in the supermarket, a square box.
It was in his pocket. Qianzhou knew what it was and his face turned red with embarrassment.
There was a strong and ambiguous smell in the air, and the touch of fingertips seemed to be drawing silk.
The rimless glasses on Han Cheng's nose clearly showed abstinence and coldness, but at this moment, Qian Zhou felt that he was like a drug addict at the peak of his spirit.
"Don't be afraid, I won't force you, come here." Han Cheng waved to him.
Qian Zhou moved over very slowly, thinking that Han Cheng seemed to like playing the game of coercion.
Or rather, it seemed like he was very willing to enjoy the process, which was a bit forced.
Qian Zhou lowered his head, and the demeanor he had when he was downstairs just now was gone. He looked at the things in Han Cheng's pocket.
His throat rolled and he retreated a little.
"I...I'm hungry."
Han Cheng gently stroked the skin behind Qian Zhou's ear with his fingers, a smile on his lips, "So what do you want to eat?"
This conversation was particularly imaginative in the current state. After a few seconds, Qian Zhou realized that something was wrong.
He suddenly hugged Han Cheng, his ears red as if blood was dripping.
"I haven't eaten anything all afternoon. I don't have the energy, cough...I can't do anything else."
"I think we should calm down, be nice, be nice..."
Han Cheng put a hand on his lower back and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qianzhou has a very thin waist, and there are always some waist-revealing poses when shooting videos.
When twisting to the music, the waist looks soft and strong...
Han Cheng's eyes became deep again, as if he had fallen into an abyss, locked in the mundane world by the obsession called desire.
Qianzhou has a fatal attraction to him.
Whether it is voice or body.
At this time, there were very faint footsteps coming from next door. The sound insulation here was indeed very poor. Qian Zhou could hear the man take a few steps and where he went.
The sound of running water in the toilet was also very close, and at this time they were only separated by a wall.
Or maybe there is nothing at all, because it is easy to tell what is being done just by the sound.
He didn't know if all intelligent people like Han Cheng were so good at guidance.
The lights were turned off.
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[Current Strategy Value: 83]
Qianzhou has a full class on Mondays, from eight in the morning to eight in the evening.
But Han Cheng asked for leave for him, took care of everything, and bought him some hot buns and soy milk.
"Good morning, isn't there going to be a morning meeting today?"
Han Cheng hummed, looking no different than usual, "Yes, I have some personal matters to attend to."
"Oh, I hope it goes well. Did you hear the wild cat outside yesterday?"
"The sound is very small. It started a little after one o'clock in the morning. I got up at four in the morning to go to the bathroom and it was still there." He scratched his head.
Han Cheng remained calm, "Really? I didn't notice."
The man muttered that it was time to go to class and hurried away.
Han Cheng took out the key and opened the door. When he came in, he saw Qian Zhou wrapped in a quilt, staring at him with swollen eyes.
Han Cheng slowly took out a folding table, placed the still steaming meat bun on it, and inserted the straw into the soy milk cup.
There was still a layer of steam floating on the plastic bag containing the buns, and the temperature was hot.
"How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Han Cheng asked.
Qianzhou lay on the bed, hugging the quilt, looking at him with resentful eyes.
Han Cheng reached out and felt the temperature of Qian Zhou's forehead and said, "The fever is gone. Come and eat something."
Seeing that Qian Zhou still didn't move, Han Cheng leaned over to hug him.
Qian Zhou was silent, feeling wronged. After a long while, he choked up and said, "I'm so angry..."
"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Han Cheng took a pack of tissues and wiped his tears. Soon the paper balls piled up into a small hill, which was particularly spectacular.
Qianzhou cried hard, but his emotions passed quickly.
Just feeling frustrated.
After Qianzhou recovered, he lay there motionless.
Han Cheng sat on the side and looked at Qian Zhou. In fact, he thought Qian Zhou was quite cute like this.
But it was indeed he who was bullying others, so Han Cheng said "it's my fault" and "I'm sorry".
"If you are still angry, how can I make it up to you?" Han Cheng asked.
The dormitory was very quiet because the people next door had all gone to class.
There was plenty of sunlight outside, shining on half of Qianzhou's body, and everything left behind last night was clearly visible.
Qian Zhou was silent for a while, then said, "I want to break up with you."
Han Cheng frowned, "No."
Qian Zhou turned over, facing Han Cheng and looking at the sky outside the window. "No, I didn't promise you that we are not together at all."
"You scheming person, I will never forgive you."
Qianzhou held his waist, took out his cell phone and called Qiaonan.
Han Cheng didn't know what he wanted to do, so he folded the folding table and put it aside.
The phone rang for a long time before the other party answered. Qiao Nan was still unconscious and heard his cursing when she answered the phone.
"Which bitch calls me so early in the morning? I'll stab you to death with a broomstick..."
Qian Zhou cleared his throat and said aggrievedly: "Qiao Nan..."
Qiao Nan suddenly woke up, "Huh? Zhou Zhou? Why are you crying?"
Qian Zhou covered his head with the quilt and asked:
"Do you have a suitable house to rent to me? Or a reliable agent would be fine too. I want to move..."
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