A young man with messy hair on his head, his eyes wet.

Because of the steam, the cheeks are powdered.

The white shirt was his size, and it was obviously a bit big on him.

Hazy, you can vaguely see the curvature of the waist.

And the shorts that should have reached the knee were as long as the calf.

The empty trousers made his ankles slender and white as jade.

Inexplicably, there was a beautiful smell in the air.

Jun Moting's throat tightened.

With a "snap" turned off the bedside lamp, Jun Moting threw away the tablet and lay back on the quilt.

"Still not going to sleep?"

With a cold snort, I heard everything in my ears, and then, the side of the bed collapsed slightly.

The smell of fragrant fragrance comes to the face.

Obviously, I used the same shower gel, but why is the smell lingering on the tip of my nose so different?

It's like a girl's body fragrance, sweet.

With a small fluffy hook, tickling his heart.

In the darkness, Jun Moting frowned and turned over.

Qin Ye didn't dare to move.

She's a beautiful girl who is like a fake.

Let her share a bed with a young man.

It's terrible!

She shouldn't be able to snore when she sleeps, grinding her teeth, rolling quilts or something, right?

Recalling his rather beautiful sleeping posture in his mind, Qin Ye suddenly became a little uncertain.

To sleep, or not to sleep, that's the question.

Carefully roll to the left.

No, just facing the man's back.

If he turned around, even if he couldn't see each other, his breath would be entangled, and it would be embarrassing.

Not to mention the weird picture of waking up early tomorrow and staring at each other.

Then carefully roll over to the right.

Belch......

I still can't sleep, what should I do?

She thought she was silent, but Qin Ye didn't expect that all her movements fell into the ears of the man beside her.

Jun Moting has an inexplicable nest fire.

It's the first time I've slept in a bed with someone when I'm so big!

It's just that he's still a worm who's been wriggling.

"You give me an honest ......"

When Qin Ye turned over again, a man's vicious and gloomy voice sounded in his ears, "You move again and try it!" ”

He didn't fall asleep?

His eyes were round, Qin Ye clutched the quilt on his chest tightly, and he didn't dare to gasp.

Never mind.

Don't sleep anymore.

Instead of worrying about falling asleep and doing something rebellious, it's better to open your eyes until dawn!

Making up his mind, Qin Ye breathed as lightly as possible.

Self-deception only thinks that oneself is air, and there is no such thing.

1，2，3，4，5，6……

Qin Ye, who hadn't closed his eyes since he stepped into Mojing Villa, hadn't even counted 10, and he made an even breathing sound.

In the night, Jun Moting's face became even darker.

The things that can make Jun Moting collapse are still to come.

The "stinky boy" next to him, his sleeping posture can really be regarded as rampant and domineering.

Crossing an arm and a leg is a trifle.

What does it mean to hold his arm and rub his lips like a puppy?

Is he flesh and bones?

After struggling a few times and not breaking free, the young man's cold eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but appear in front of him, and Qin Shuyi looked at the young man's face with a gentle smile, Jun Moting couldn't help but stop his movements.

Tomorrow morning, I will tell Uncle Tong to speed up the progress if I say anything.

Sighing helplessly, Jun Moting closed his eyes.

The air was filled with a layer of silence.

The man lying flat with a grim face.

Beside him, the half-grown boy hugged his arm tightly, his cheek pressed against his waist, and he looked extremely attached.

In the hazy moonlight, the picture is indescribably harmonious.

Early the next morning, Qin Ye woke up from severe pain.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a man with an angry face in front of him.

And she, pressed on the man.

Both were on the ground.

The confused face instantly turned into a layer of powder, Qin Ye looked at Jun Moting who was pressed in a daze, and couldn't say a word.

She, squeezed him out of bed?

Oh buy ga, it's dead!

"I, I didn't mean to ......"

Before he could finish his explanation, a sharp cry suddenly sounded in his ears.

The sound seemed to pierce a person's eardrum, one louder than the other.

After a short period of apprehension, seeing Jun Moting's drastically changed face, Qin Ye knew that something was wrong.