"It's worthy of being the one who grew up watching Jiang Kuo grow up," Duan Feifan said with a smile, "accurate."

"Will Xiao Duan stay at home today?" said Aunt Liu, "I'll go and tidy up the guest room, and I'll put away the bedding."

Duan Feifan looked at Jiang Kuo, and Jiang Kuo nodded: "Well, just lay it and cover it. He will go back to school tomorrow morning and I will leave the day after tomorrow."

"Oh," said Aunt Liu, "then I have to buy some food tomorrow. Your parents are not at home these two days, and I haven't prepared food."

"I can eat noodles," said Jiang Kuo. "I can't eat noodles at home even at school."

"Okay!" Aunt Liu happily went upstairs.

"Aren't I lying on your nightclub bed tonight?" Duan Feifan asked in a low voice, "Is Aunt Liu so hard to clean up the guest room?"

"It's already a big incident when people enter my room. There's still someone sleeping in the same bed with me," said Jiang Kuo. "Why is your brain suddenly not working?"

"Ah." Duan Feifan smiled and leaned back into the chair, "I'm scared by the nightclub bed."

It was not too early, and Aunt Liu was very neatly packed up the guest room on the third floor in a short while.

"We're resting," Jiang Kuo said to her, "you should rest early, too."

"You guys go to bed," Aunt Liu waved her hand, "I'll wait for your mother to come back. She has been sleeping late these two days. I'll chat with her for a while."

"...Hmm." Jiang Kuo nodded.

After entering the elevator, Duan Feifan looked at him: "You should accompany your mother for a while tomorrow. She looked nothing but worried."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and sighed softly.

When he raised his eyes, he raised his eyebrows again when he saw Duan Feifan.

"What are you doing?" Duan Feifan said, "Is your emotions so easy to change?"

"I don't know," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I feel excited when I see you."

"I'm afraid I'm not seeing me, but thinking of something." Duan Feifan also raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he immediately turned around and went out, waved his arm: "Come on."

"Okay," Duan Feifan followed, "Boss, which one will you buy today?"

Jiang Kuo smiled and pointed to the door of his bedroom: "This house! I smashed the bed!"

This is Duan Feifan's second time entering Jiang Kuo's bedroom. Compared to the first time, this time, he was inexplicably guilty and always felt that when he turned around, he could see Aunt Liu's shocked eyes.

"Night light." Jiang Kuo said.

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan didn't understand.

The lights in the house slowly illuminate from the edge of the ceiling, and a warm and light halo covers the surroundings, warm and comfortable.

"Last time you entered the house, would you press the switch?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo took off his shirt, bent down and took off his pants, and then threw the clothes into the frame beside the door. "There are also switches. I usually open the door and I enter the door."

Duan Feifan looked at him and said nothing.

"I didn't have the nerve to tell you before," Jiang Kuo entered the cloakroom, and when he came out, he was holding a bunch of sportswear and sweatpants. "I usually don't wear clothes outside when I enter the house."

"I'll go out?" Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo threw another set of clothes in his hand at him: "I think it's beautiful, I've changed it."

Duan Feifan took off his clothes: "But I have to wear that outfit tomorrow."

"Wear mine," said Jiang Kuo, "I'll take your clothes back after you wash Aunt Liu."

"...Okay." Duan Feifan threw his clothes and Jiang Kuo's clothes together.

"Take a bath?" Jiang Kuo turned his head.

Duan Feifan hesitated for a moment: "I'm a little...you wash first."

Jiang Kuo stared at him for a while and laughed: "Are you guilty?"

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded honestly, "Aunt Liu is downstairs. Your mother may come back at any time. I was as guilty as when I was a child when my classmates and parents were not at home to play games."

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo entered the bathroom, "No rush for this round."

"…Damn." Duan Feifan smiled.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Duan Feifan put on the bedroom suit that Jiang Kuo gave him very regularly. Although he knew very clearly that no one could come in suddenly, he still felt nervous that he was having an affair.

Jiang Kuo's bedroom was quite comfortable. He leaned against the sofa and looked around. Because the usage rate was very low, Jiang Kuo's room was outrageously tidy, but not cold, because Jiang Kuo's small ornaments and gadgets were placed everywhere, looking interesting and lively.

His experience in designing store shelves probably comes from here.

"Turn off the light." Duan Feifan said, wanting to test the light.

But Deng ignored him.

"Let's get the highlight." Duan Feifan said again.

Deng still ignored him.

"Sleep." Duan Feifan continued to test.

Deng kept ignoring him.

Very dior.

Duan Feifan twitched.

"Quick," Jiang Kuo came out of the shower and rushed to the bed, turned around and looked at him, "Go and wash, I'll put the underwear there for you."

"Yes." Duan Feifan stared at his back.

"Oh, yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Look at it for a while, you won't have to look at it."

"Fuck." Duan Feifan smiled and turned around and entered the bathroom.

The bathroom was still filled with heat and the fragrance of shower gel like perfume. Duan Feifan turned on the water. When the water poured on him, he almost turned around and broke out.

This water temperature!

Killing chickens and plucking feathers is just like this!

When he came out of the bathroom, Jiang Kuo was not in the house.

"Kuo?" Duan Feifan looked into the cloakroom, but he didn't see Jiang Kuo.

Just as he was about to call Jiang Kuo, Jiang Kuo pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, holding a small yellow paper bag from Meituan in his hand.

"You... have ordered a takeaway now?" Duan Feifan was shocked.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything and tickled.

Duan Feifan realized the "donor-delivery" on the bag before he realized it and exclaimed from the heart: "I... fuck."

"I'm considerate." Jiang Kuo tore open the bag and turned around and stared at him.

"What are you doing?" Duan Feifan quickly covered his chest.

Jiang Kuo's eyes went down.

He quickly covered the lower part again.

"There are so many dramas!" Jiang Kuo rushed over viciously.

Duan Feifan quickly turned around and wanted to run away. He was really afraid that Aunt Liu would hear this.

But just after running a step, Jiang Kuo's arm had already wrapped around him. He pressed his inertia on the bed, and the two of them fell on the bed.

Jiang Kuo's mattress was soft but not collapsed. The moment he lay on it, he felt a sense of comfort as if he was sleepy, but Jiang Kuo's panting and pulling his clothes quickly made him feel energetic.

"I'm myself..." Duan Feifan struggled, "Don't tear it again, this is your clothes..."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and had already completed all the work while he was struggling.

Duan Feifan was about to hold up his arm and move his position, but he rushed back to the bed.

Then he bit his neck.

"Ah..." Duan Feifan's face was buried in the quilt, "hiss--"

Jiang Kuo bit him without letting go, and pinched him on his waist.

For a social fear bed who has never seen the world or even seen several people, this scene is quite shocking to the bed.

I have been in this bedroom for five years, and I have seen only three or five people, and I rarely see anyone except the owner of the room.

The scene in front of me that seemed to have spring in the animal world was something it had never thought of.

This owner who was almost lying down or leaning against him when he entered the house quietly. The beastly behavior of holding the back of the neck was completely different from his usual image.

The bed had to try to identify it several times before confirming that the person who was gasping for breath and biting and hitting people was indeed the owner of the room.

Oh my God.

Too savage.

The bed felt like I was shaking.
To be continued...