The misanthropy was preparing to turn over the serfs when they sang.

A sentence appeared directly on the interface.

【The enemy has surrendered】

？

The misanthropy instantly got angry, "What are you doing?" ”

Qingliu calmly quit the game directly.

is doing tough movements, and honestly coaxing people.

"I'm at the hotel, I want to go to bed now, can I accompany you later?"

Everyone in the car: "......"

If it weren't for the girlfriend, they would eat live.

When normal people hear such words, the gentle boys will patiently coax them, and they will take a step back reasonably.

But who is misanthropy?

A boy who is tougher than a girl.

is unreasonable, and girls are not his opponents.

The world-weary said decisively, "No, I have to win you today." ”

Qingliu said: "You have already won." ”

"You still have the face to say, who allowed you to surrender?"

Qingliu smiled lightly, "I don't dare to win." ”

The misanthropy was slightly stunned.

Qingliu got out of the car and rubbed his eyebrows, which had a headache, feeling that he was really uncomfortable today.

If you don't dare to win, you really don't dare to win, after admitting defeat, he is so unforgiving, where does he dare to win.

Qingliu refused to eat with them, saying that he was too sleepy and went back to sleep first.

They didn't force it either.

Qingliu walked to the hotel alone, took the elevator up, and saw his somewhat pale face through the reverse glass of the elevator.

Raised his hand and touched his forehead, it seemed to be a little hot.

He frowned slightly, why did he catch a cold?

Probably came back yesterday and the water heater in the room was broken and took a cool shower.

Qingliu is a little irritable, there will be a game tomorrow, not a bright day, and there will be a game in the future.

He had to show twelve points of spirit.

Qingliu was going back to his room to take some fever medicine and get a good night's sleep.

I just turned the corner, and I haven't reached the door of the room yet.

Then I saw a young man standing at the door.

It's just a slender back, and he can recognize who it is at a glance.

The arrogant red hair couldn't be more obvious.

It was like a bird's nest, his eyes were half-drooping, and he looked sleepy-eyed.

Impatience and unhappiness are written all over the face.

Qingliu walked slowly over and stopped behind him.

He leaned against the wall, not realizing he had arrived.

Qingliu took out the room card from his pocket, but when he wiped it, his pocket was empty.

He suddenly remembered that the room card had been handed over to the coach for safekeeping before going on stage.

Now they have gone to dinner and have not returned.

Qingliu pursed her lips, a little unhappy.

He is sleepy now and wants to sleep.

"Damn, when did you come, scare Lao Tzu."

The misanthropy suddenly turned around and saw him, startling himself.

Qingliu was already uncomfortable, playing games with him in the car, staring at the phone for a long time, and now his stomach is also a little nauseous.

Whispered, "Where's your room?" ”

Misanthropy: "You're downstairs." ”

Qingliu: "Take me there." ”

Misanthropy: "??? ”

He pointed to the room in front of him, "Your room is here, if you don't go in, you have to go to my room, are you doing something unsightly in the house?" ”

Qingliu tugged at the corners of his lips, "Jin Harbor Jiao? ”

The misanthropy patted the door, "Could it really be?" ”

Qingliu said a little helplessly, "Well, there really is, so I can't let you in, take me to your room." ”

The misanthropy frowned, "I'm here to settle accounts with you!" ”

"What's the account?"

The misanthropic squinted his eyes, and a strand of fried red hair fell to the corner of his eye, and he gritted his teeth viciously.

"Why did you surrender? Do you look down on me? ”

The words fell, and Qingliu suddenly stretched out his hand.

The world-weary thought that this little white face wanted to beat himself, and his eyes widened in fright.

As a result, the slender arm just stretched out and gently wrapped it around his shoulder.

The beautiful young man in front of him lowered his long eyelashes and gently rested his head on his shoulder.

The world-weary instantly widened his eyes in shock, felt the soft hair gently rubbing against his neck, and his shallow breath was hot.

Some hot and hot.

World-weary frowned, "What's wrong with you?" Why is your breath so hot? ”

"It's a little uncomfortable." Qingliu said lightly, rubbing his forehead lightly against the young man's collar, "Go back to the room first." ”

Although he has a stubborn personality, he can distinguish between green and white in the end, and he quickly took Qingliu downstairs and went back to his room.

They were on the eighteenth floor and the elevator was still on the first floor.

It's too slow to wait.

The misanthropy looked at Qingliu's increasingly pale face, like a bloodless white paper.

He was slightly startled and leaned down in front of him.

"Come up."

Qingliu leaned against the wall, feeling very uncomfortable in his stomach, and some of his waist couldn't straighten up.

"No, just wait a while...... Finish. ”

The misanthropy of the world couldn't help but pull his arm and let him lie on his shoulder.

As a result, I didn't expect Qingliu to look so thin, and he was quite heavy.

He was bent over and failed a little bit of a handsome.

Qingliu: "......"

Qingliu gently tugged at the corners of his lips, "Do you move your back?" ”

", haven't seen Transformers, you."

Of course, misanthropy doesn't say no.

He put his hand down, "Give me the leg." ”

Qingliu's pale face suddenly turned a little red, and he gently leaned his head on his shoulder, and lifted his long legs.

Misanthropy: "......" is so heavy.

This weight was unusually heavy until the time you descended the stairs.

Qingliu saw him walking crookedly, and hurriedly spoke, "I'll ...... myself"

Before he could finish speaking, he was coldly interrupted by his misanthropy.

"If you don't want the two of us to roll down together, don't talk."

The little beast is quite fierce.

Qingliu stopped talking.

Cautiously and cautiously stared at the stairs, for fear that he would not be able to hold the two of them from falling.

In the end, I finally succeeded in reaching the door of the room.

The misanthropy of the world has been exhausted and sweating just by walking this way.

He tilted his head slightly, "The room card is in my pants pocket, you take it." ”

"Okay."

The slender hands are as white as jade, and the fingertips are slightly cool, and they get into the cracks of their pockets, and through a thin layer of material, they can clearly feel the temperature of the young man's skin.

He pulled out the key card between his fingers.

Gently put it on the door and make a "drop".

The misanthropy put him directly on the bed, "Lie down first, I'll call a doctor for you." ”

Qingliu shook his head, "I have a fever, just ask the guest room to bring a cup of fever medicine." ”

You don't need a doctor.

The misanthropy returned to him, leaning down, the loose neckline hanging down.

Qingliu saw his wheat-colored neck and honey-colored chest, and he looked at it quietly with clear eyes.

The misanthropy touched Qingliu's face with his paws.

and touched his forehead.

"It's a fever, what's the matter with you, you can still have a fever when the blue market is so hot?"

He got up and went to call.

Qingliu replied, "The water heater broke yesterday and I took a cold shower." ”

"Damn, what's going on with this hotel? No one to fix it for you? ”

"I didn't think it was troublesome, so I washed it directly."

Before the phone was connected, the misanthropy turned around and sneered, "You really do." ”