Just as she yawned and was about to lie down, Jiao Jie saw Xiang Yang already lying on Qin Gang's bed.
She rarely sees such a clean person. It's because she's been in this circle for so long that whenever she sees something clean, she wants to get involved with it.
She wasn't particularly interested in Xiangyang; her mind was more on teasing him. She sat on the bed with a charming air, her hands, painted with red nail polish, reaching towards Xiangyang.
Three minutes later.
A scream came from Qin Gang's room, so loud that the person who was drawing the cards trembled and dropped the card they had just drawn.
"Holy crap! Who is it?!"
"Brother Qin, is there anyone else in your room?"
A group of people headed towards the room where Qin Gang was sleeping. When they saw what was inside, they couldn't stop laughing.
Qin Gang then remembered that he seemed to have seen that kid enter his room earlier.
As soon as Qin Gang arrived, everyone else made way for him, gesturing for him to see the situation on the bed. They supported each other, laughing so hard they could hardly stand up.
This is the scene that comes into view.
Xiang Yang's t-shirt, with its neckline pulled too far to one side, was askew, exposing most of his shoulder and revealing his thin, bony frame.
Xiangyang's handsome face was flushed red, and his eyes were filled with panic and the bewilderment of someone who had just woken up.
Upon seeing Qin Gang, Xiangyang clutched the blanket, his voice trembling with frustration and anger, "Uncle Qin!"
Qin Gang looked at him, grinned, and showed his gleaming white teeth as he bit into a cigarette.
"Sister Jiao, look how scared you've made this kid!" a man teased Sister Jiao.
Jiao Jie winked at Qin Gang: "Just teasing him, but his reaction is so cute."
Qin Gang pinched her chin, laughed and cursed at her, then shook her chin off.
Then, in front of so many people, Qin Gang walked towards Xiangyang on the bed.
Qin Gang's intensely expressive gaze was fixed on Xiangyang on the bed with great interest, but as he looked, it took on a different meaning.
Immediately, Qin Gang turned and walked straight towards him, startling Xiang Yang so much that he retreated sharply.
Xiangyang, however, was not as timid as they had imagined; in fact, he was somewhat annoyed and called out, "Uncle Qin!"
Looking at his mournful eyes, Qin Gang lost his desire to tease him and simply pinched his cheek with his outstretched hand.
Some people were unhappy and started to make a fuss again.
Jiao slapped the man on the head, saying, "Didn't you see how scared the little kid was?"
Xiangyang laughed along, feeling rather awkward.
Seeing that he was still smiling, Qin Gang pinched his face harder, "Stop hitting me, get out of here!"
"Ouch! That hurts!" Xiangyang cried, pulling the blanket around himself and begging for mercy. "Uncle Qin, please stop pinching me!"
"Ugh~" someone said, feeling disappointed. "This is nothing."
Scattered and scattered, everyone left, and only then did Qin Gang release Xiang Yang's face.
Xiangyang rubbed his face with his hands, and the blanket fell off him. "That lady scared me to death just now."
Qin Gang flicked out another cigarette, held the mouthpiece between his fingers, looked at the young man, exhaled a puff, and then asked, "How did you get in?"
Xiang Yang froze, his eyes darting around. "...Um, I...the door wasn't locked, was it..."
Qin Gang stared at him, his gaze growing increasingly dangerous.
Xiangyang suddenly knelt up, revealing his underwear and thighs under his t-shirt. "Uncle Qin, it's so late, are you hungry? I still have some food left for you! I'll go heat it up for you!"
As he spoke, Xiangyang jumped off the bed.
Qin Gang watched the little bottom disappear in a flash, walked to the door, leaned against it, and smiled towards the kitchen.
While heating up the food, Xiangyang chatted with the system, "This person really has no bottom line, doesn't he find it disgusting!"
Little Darling: "Yeah! That's why it's called antisocial!"
Xiangyang: "This task is quite difficult."
Xiao Guai blinked her eyes, bit her finger, and asked, "Xiangyang, how do you feel?"
Xiangyang: "Huh? I don't feel anything. Wow, this is the first time someone has pinched my cheek like this since I was ten years old."
As Xiangyang ladled out the heated food, he said, "No wonder he's the eldest brother, he's got real strength in his hands, he might even be a martial arts expert..."
Xiao Guai: "...Xiang Yang classmate..."
Xiangyang: "What's wrong?"
"..." Xiao Guai felt that Qin Gang's gaze towards Xiang Yang was a bit off, but she was afraid that Xiang Yang wouldn't be able to accept it, "No, it's nothing..."
Xiang Yang didn't pay much attention and was about to leave with a large bowl of fried rice when he turned around and saw Qin Gang leaning against the kitchen door staring at him.
Xiangyang was so startled that he leaned back, almost dropping the bowl. "Uncle Qin, you scared me to death!"
Qin Gang looked at the boy who was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and was heating up his food in the kitchen.
That's quite interesting.
Staying here to have some fun should be a good idea.
Xiao Guai covered her eyes, thinking to herself, "Xiangyang, hurry up and find a pair of pants to wear!"
Xiangyang held up the bowl for him to see: "Fried rice with egg! Hurry up! It smells so good!"
Xiangyang nudged him with a bowl and led him out of the kitchen, saying, "Go wash your hands first!"
After putting the food on the table, Xiangyang went to tidy up the test papers on the chair.
"Uncle Qin!" Xiangyang searched everywhere but couldn't find it. "Have you seen my test paper? The one with English."
Qin Gang, while tasting the fried rice, glanced at him and said, "Someone used it to wipe their butt."
Xiangyang, who was lying on the ground intently searching for something, suddenly knelt up, turned to look at Qin Gang, frowned resentfully, and grumbled, "You saw everything, couldn't you have stopped me? I even cooked for you."
Xiangyang walked straight over, snatched the bowl from him, scooped out a big mouthful with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and glared at him as he ate.
Qin Gang looked at his empty hands and laughed in exasperation.
Suddenly, Xiangyang remembered something and asked him, "I just told you to wash your hands, did you wash them?"
As he spoke, Xiangyang tilted his head to look at his hands, and sure enough, he saw that his hands were dry and not wet at all. Then he looked at the spoon in his own hand.
"Ugh!" Xiangyang exclaimed dramatically, "You don't even wash your hands before you eat!"
Seeing his exaggerated expression, Qin Gang's eyes grew increasingly dark. He grabbed the man's neck with his thick arm and pulled him into his arms. "You little brat! I haven't even complained yet! And you're already complaining!"
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