Zhao Yao knew that his sexuality was different from others when he was in junior high school, he never hid the fact that he didn't like women in his friends, and the reason why he was so blatantly against Xiang Liqing today was entirely because he hadn't gone out to eat for several months, plus everything here was illusory anyway, and it was nothing to enjoy.

But what he missed was that Zhao Yao in the book was a straight man through and through, of course, this is all a later story.

The sound of water in the bathroom was still crisp in this quiet night, and Zhao Yao stood in front of the standing mirror admiring his toned figure, which he couldn't ask for before.

The little designers of small companies, the working class, usually go to earn extra money in addition to working overtime, and finally take time to eat again, how can there be any time to exercise such beautiful muscles.

He was half-leaning sideways in front of the mirror to admire his beautiful waist line, only to hear the sound of 'pop', suddenly his eyes went dark, he frowned and was about to shout, only to hear a small sound of the door closing outside.

The shout that was about to burst out of his mouth turned into a raised lip line at the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and casually touched a bath towel on the shelf, wrapped it down, opened the door and walked out.

The outside room was also pitch black, Zhao Yao chuckled in a low voice in the dark, his hand groped for the wall and was about to turn on the light, but someone quickly pulled out the room card at the door.

"Liqing, don't make trouble, quickly insert the room card. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and groped towards the door, he was quite happy to want Xiang Liqing to play some tricks with him, but he was pressed in his heart and wanted to vent, so he was not interested in this kind of trick.

A hand reached over and grasped his hand steadily, and before he could feel the sudden warm touch, the man's fingertips tapped along the back of his hand, swept across his neck, across his chest, and finally to his waistline.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Zhao Yao chuckled and grabbed his hand that kept going down, "Let's talk about it in advance, I'll only do TOP, you ...... Hmmm......"

The words that were not finished were blocked by two hot and moist lips, Zhao Yao was angry and funny, thinking that he had made countless appointments, this was the first time he had encountered such a monkey in a hurry, and he was shy and shy before?

Zhao Yao's insistence on being TOP is not based on men's natural sense of conquest, let alone because of male dignity or anything, mainly because of his own face, being No. 1 will give people a kind of contrast and cuteness, and the technology itself does not conflict with the face.

He raised his arm and wanted to push him away, Zhao Yao felt that this matter still had to be discussed when everyone was wearing pants, and when they took off their pants, they were hot and had the mind to discuss.

As soon as his hand was raised, he was about to push forward, so that he inadvertently touched the man's chest, Tie? Xiang Liqing is wearing a tie today?

Before Zhao Yao could think about it in a hurry, he felt that his lower body was suddenly cold, and the bath towel that was originally wrapped around his waist disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The room was very stuffy before, and after Xiang Liqing left, he kept the air conditioner on, thinking about it for a while anyway, he didn't care about it anyway, but he didn't expect the temperature in this broken place to drop so quickly at night, and he felt the swishing cold on his body when he pulled this bath towel.

"Hey...... You wait...... I haven't ...... yet I'm going to ......."

Before he could utter a complete sentence, the man grabbed him by the waist with his backhand and threw him on the bed, half-hugging him.

Zhao Yao originally had an injury on his head, but now that he fell like this, he only felt that there were some flowers in front of him, and the room that was already dark and not in the middle of winter felt two shades darker.

"Hey, I still have a wound on my head, no matter how anxious you are, you can't ......" He was only halfway through his words and was turned over, the person immediately pasted up, Zhao Yao only felt that his head hurt a little more, and he was about to push him away, when the hand that was pressed against his waist was raised, and the obvious touch under his hand told him that he seemed to have swept something extraordinary.

…… Belch......

Oh yes, this person wants to fuck himself?!

Zhao Yao only had this one message in his head at this time, he quickly pulled out his hand and touched the man's shoulder and back, then turned his hand and rubbed it on the abdomen, and the alarm bell suddenly sounded in his head.

This person is not Xiang Liqing!

After this idea was confirmed, Zhao Yao began to push and kick the person on his body with both hands and feet, and he kicked the man's thigh with his feet, just waiting for the man to fall to the ground in pain or let go of him, he ran to other corners while it was dark, but the man only snorted, but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.

Zhao Yao waved his hand indiscriminately and scratched the man's face, and scolded in a thick voice, "Fuck you pervert, do you know who your grandfather and I are......?"

Whether Zhao Yao looks good at that person is another matter, but if someone suddenly turns on the lights at this time, Zhao Yao's appearance is estimated to be quite good-looking.

Zhao Yao grabbed the man's face with all his strength, the man snorted and flashed to the side, Zhao Yao still clearly felt that he had scratched him, and felt a little proud in his heart, "How is it?" I know that your grandfather Zhao is amazing, hurry up and get off Lao Tzu." ”

The movement of the man's hand stopped, Zhao Yao thought that he was scared by his own scratch, opened his mouth and was about to say something more to cheer him on, when he suddenly felt a tightness in his wrist, followed by a pain.

Damn, this pervert used something to tie up his hands.

He remembered the tie he had accidentally touched before, and secretly scolded this damn pervert for still dressing up like such a gentleman, and the tie felt fucking insulting.

At this point, he suddenly wanted to become a woman for a second, so that he could tear his throat open and shout for help. In fact...... He also called, but for a slightly different reason.

Hey, there must have been bloodshed!

Zhao Yao frowned and scolded while bearing the powerful force behind him, and secretly swore that he would wait for the day when Grandpa and I regained our strength......

After a while, Zhao Yao was surrounded by the feeling of holding a stove in the ice and snow, tickling him up and down like a small broom, tickling him from the inside out, and the oath he just made was broken in an instant, and it was not bad for someone to serve him like this.

Zhao Yao imagined the appearance of the beautiful boys who had been with him before crying dumbly, thinking that he would be done with two tears as soon as he closed his eyes at most.

Well, he had always believed in this until he fainted.

I don't know how long it took, but I remember that he was going to be turned over several times like a salted fish, and suddenly someone gently untied the restraints on his wrists.

Why do you say gentle? That's entirely because Zhao Yao's whole body has almost exhausted the strength to move his fingers, and he only feels that his wrists are light, and his whole body has a feeling of comfort after liberation.

Zhao Yao was lying on the bed, he could clearly feel the slight feeling on the side of the bed, the man seemed to be ready to leave, he used his chin as the fulcrum to change the head lying on the side of the bed, and lifted his heavy eyelids, "I said ......"

seemed to be startled by his hoarse voice, and it took him a long time to raise his foot and kick the quilt in frustration, as if he had pulled somewhere, and he twitched in pain.

The person who walked to the door put his hand on the handle, pressed his fingers down slightly, and paused when he heard the sound.

Zhao Yao endured and deliberately ignored the discomfort coming from his body, opened his eyes slightly and said as if muttering: "Dude, leave a name." ”

The man's action of opening the door paused, Zhao Yao opened his eyes slightly and looked over, the light in the corridor shone in through the crack in the door and hit the man, the man was probably looking at him sideways, his face and neck were covered in heavy shadows, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Until the light in the crack of the door appeared and disappeared, Zhao Yao still felt quite mysterious, the new version of Zhao Yao's arrogant and lascivious good days were blacked out before he began to enjoy them, and he didn't know if he was round or flat, ugly or huge, how to think about it......

Before Zhao Yao fell asleep on the bed, a vague back in the light and shadow flashed in his mind......

It seems that the legs are quite long......

When Zhao Yao woke up the next day, he felt that it hurt everywhere, and the most painful thing was his head, except for the bag on the roof of the car yesterday, there was also a feeling that the world was spinning.

He blankly swept from the ceiling to the table, chair, window and window in the room, the thick curtains covered the mirror-like floor-to-ceiling windows, only a warm yellow lamp was turned on in the room, and his eyes finally stopped on the bearded brother who was standing on the side of the bed with one hand covering his mouth and staring at him with a stunned face.

He frowned and sat up slowly with his elbows propped up on the bed, found a good position for himself to lean on the head of the bed, raised his hand to hook the quilt on his body, and immediately brushed his face white after sweeping the shocking red on the snow-white sheets from the corner of his eyes.

He glanced at Cao Wenjun busily, and after seeing that his attention didn't seem to be on him, he raised his foot and kicked the quilt to cover it, and pretended to be relaxed: "Don't look like a panicked girl, with your beard, I'm about to vomit out everything I ate last night." ”

Cao Wenjun put away the consternation on his face, bent down and twisted his fingers to pick up a white bath towel at his feet, shaking his head and sighing, "You...... How does this have to be...... Damn," he took a step forward, turned his palm and put it on Zhao Yao's forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

"What are you shouting!" Zhao Yao waved his hand impatiently, frowning and wanting to say that he was fine, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the bath towel Cao Wenjun was carrying, and a huge black shoe print on it clearly reminded Zhao Yao of the tragedy last night, and he was in no mood in an instant.

"You have a cold, right?" Cao Wenjun said as he glanced at the messy bed, "Or?" thought about it and shook his head.

Zhao Yao ignored him, he wanted to lift the quilt and get out of bed directly, but he slept directly without cleaning it up last night, his face was very hot, and he probably had a fever.

He irritably pulled out the pillow behind his back and threw it aside, and glanced at Cao Wenjun on the side, "There are no arrangements today? What kind of fashion show is it?"