It took Zong Ao a while to find his voice, which was a little hoarse: "Who exactly are you?"
Yi Mu, on the other hand, had regained his senses, but he was so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.
His mind raced, and he could only think of one way to escape: ...
Zong Ao watched as the head in front of him nods and falls to the ground, instinctively reaching out to catch it.
My first thought was, "So light."
Is he really a man, considering his weight?
Zong Ao shook Yi Mu; the timing of his fainting was too suspicious.
Yi Mu closed his eyes, pretending that he was dead.
Zong Ao could only carry him to the bed.
Zong Ao had no psychological barriers to the two men sleeping together. After all, in the military, it was normal for people from the same company to sleep together under special circumstances.
After a whole night of tossing and turning, both Zong Ao and Yi Mu fell asleep quickly once they got back into bed.
The next morning, Brother Li came to knock on the door.
Yi Mu was sleeping soundly, clutching his blanket. Zong Ao sat up in bed, glanced at him, and his eyes suddenly became awkward.
Yi Mu's clothes brushed up to her waist, revealing a small section of her slender, white waist.
Her skin was whiter than any woman Zong Ao had ever seen; it was almost dazzling.
He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and went to open the door for Brother Li.
Brother Li greeted him and peeked into the inner room, saying, "Has Yi Mu come to your room? I've looked everywhere for him but haven't found him."
Just as Zong Ao was about to move aside, he suddenly remembered Yi Mu's unruly sleeping posture.
He shifted his body slightly to block Brother Li's prying gaze and said calmly, "It's not here with me. I'll go back and pack it up."
Brother Li was somewhat intimidated by his imposing manner, so he nodded and told him to hurry up, as their rental period was coming to an end and it wouldn't be good for the landlord to see them soon.
Zong Ao returned to his room, opened his backpack, and took out a change of clothes.
His eyes were fixed on Yi Mu, his tone devoid of emotion: "How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"
Yi Mu, who had already opened his eyes, couldn't help but shudder.
Unable to keep up the act any longer, she simply turned around, lay on the bed, and grinned foolishly at Zong Ao: "Brother Ao, how did you know I was awake?"
Zong Ao took off his T-shirt with one hand, revealing his muscular upper body.
As soon as Yi Mu turned his head, he saw this scene.
Compared to Zong Ao's powerful eight-pack abs and sexy tan skin, and then thinking about his own weak physique, he could only feel envy.
The differences between people are truly enormous, Yi Mu thought to himself, then looked up and suddenly noticed that Zong Ao's expression was rather unnatural.
"Brother Ao?" he called out in surprise, sitting up in bed.
During the argument last night, two buttons on his shirt were ripped off, revealing a large expanse of his white chest.
After sitting up, the change in posture caused the shirt to slip off the shoulders, revealing slender, fair shoulders.
She is somewhat frail, yet exudes a captivating charm, a purity she herself is unaware of.
Zong Ao stared, narrowing his eyes, at that androgynous, incomparably beautiful face.
He finally understood why Yimu was wearing a mask.
With his face, even if he does nothing but sit there expressionless and doesn't say a word in front of the camera, people will still throw a lot of money at him to try and make him smile.
If that's the case, then no matter how well you play the game, you'll end up as a support player.
Nobody cares whether his game guides are good or bad; all they care about is his pretty face.
Zong Ao looked away, his initial shock gone, and saw no difference now.
"It's good that you're awake. Go back to your room and pack your things. You have to leave before the landlord comes."
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