Jiang Kuo turned his head suddenly.

Duan Feifan was puzzled and didn't know how he said this. He was too late to blush. He looked at Jiang Kuo: "I might be blowing."

Jiang Kuo couldn't stop laughing, and he was having fun while waiting for the elevator.

When the aunt downstairs came in from outside and stood behind them and was waiting for the elevator, Jiang Kuo was still laughing, looking back, and having a happy moment.

"The psychopath," said the aunt, "you two are going crazy again today, and the police are coming!"

"We will remove the bed in a while." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

After entering the house, Duan Feifan's shoes had not been replaced yet. Jiang Kuo had already thrown his shoes and took off his coat, and turned around the house: "Where is the thing?"

"In the drawer under the coffee table." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo opened the drawer, took the thing, rushed over and hugged him: "Xiao Duan."

"Yes." Duan Feifan kissed his lips, threw the coat in his hand on the sofa, and touched his waist with his hand.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, kissed him, and the two of them slowly swayed into the bedroom.

The bed should be quite strong. Jiang Kuo pushed him hard onto the bed and jumped onto him and then ripped his hands and pulled off his clothes. The bed just made a squeak, without saying a word of nonsense.

"Duan Feifan." Jiang Kuo put his ears in his voice, his voice was very low and his skin was hot.

"Yes." Duan Feifan turned his head and kissed his earlobe.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, but he just took two seconds to breathe and then resumed.

"Is my ears itchy again?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo's hair gently rubbed across his face in his interlaced breath, "I almost fell into a paralysis."

Duan Feifan smiled, and when Jiang Kuo touched his hand, the laughter suddenly stopped.

The moonlight tonight is very good, like the fireworks they set off in the small square, the silver coolness is wrapped in warmth by the indoor temperature. The breathing coincides with the wind blowing from time to time outside the window, bringing out a majestic momentum.

It was indeed a fierce battle. I thought.

I can't hear what they are saying.

They should be talking and humming, but they can't hear clearly because of the pillows and quilts.

The kind that hurts and is happy.

A bed with two people can hold on to the weight of a bed, but it cannot keep shaking, and the bed with an elderly person will be a bit hard.

After a while, some time was left for rest, although it was very short.

At least I can survive until the end of the battle.

"You go down." Duan Feifan lay on the pillow, tilted his head and whispered.

"I don't want to move." Jiang Kuo's chin rested on his shoulder and his eyes closed.

"I have been moving for a long time, so I'm not going to be this one, right?" Duan Feifan said, "You are not so gentle, Uncle Kuo."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo slowly turned over reluctantly, pulled a pillow from the side to pillow, turned to look at Duan Feifan, "How is it?"

"...No, do you still have to make a speech on this matter?" Duan Feifan said.

"Well," Jiang Kuo rubbed against him, and the bed made a series of creaking screams. He sighed, "This bed is not good, I feel it won't work in just a while?"

"You are too fierce." Duan Feifan smiled.

"Continue." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's too fierce," Duan Feifan said, "It hurts."

Jiang Kuo looked at him, waited for a while before shouting: "It's gone?"

"Great." Duan Feifan pinched his chin, "The Star Chui Pingye Kuang is awesome."

"It hurts a little..." Jiang Kuo was a little embarrassed when he said halfway, clearing his throat, "It's a bit, but..."

"But it's very happy." Duan Feifan said.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo sniffed and looked at him, "Your voice sounds nice."

"What?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Just...," Jiang Kuo said, "it sounds nice."

"Fuck," Duan Feifan pressed his face into the pillow, muffled, "You really don't know what embarrassment is."

Jiang Kuo smiled happily: "That won't work, it's still a little worse than you. I'm at least embarrassed to knock on the door in a corridor and have someone come to eat beef sauce."

"Can these two be compared?" Duan Feifan touched his waist and pinched it.

"Yes, let's go now," said Jiang Kuo. "Sauce beef is a person in the first floor dormitory."

Duan Feifan smiled for a long time, turned his head and sighed: "I'll go take a shower."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"You clean up." Duan Feifan said.

"What are you cleaning up?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Put the pillow and fold the quilt, pull the sheets, and change it if they get dirty..." Duan Feifan got up and got out of the bed, took a piece of clothing and tied it around his waist.

"Is it necessary to be so... reserved?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"The curtains in the living room are open," said Duan Feifan.

"Oh." Jiang Kuo yawned on the bed, "I don't want to clean up."

"At that moment, I dragged my broken body to clean up." Duan Feifan walked out of the bedroom.

Before he could reach the living room, he heard Jiang Kuo talking in the bedroom: "Please help me get the cup..."

Then there was a clang.

Jiang Kuo's voice disappeared in an instant.

When Duan Feifan rushed back to the bedroom, he didn't even bother to take care of the clothes he tied around his waist. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw the bed tilted. Half of the mattress on the head of the bed was stuck in the bed. Jiang Kuo held the bed with his hands hanging on his body and looked at him with shock.

"How did you do this?" Duan Feifan quickly went over and pulled him out of bed.

"I just turned over!" Jiang Kuo stared at the half-decayed bed in front of him, "I really turned over!"

"This bed... should be a bit old, but..." Duan Feifan patted Jiang Kuo on the shoulder, "It's amazing Jiang Xiaokuo."

"Fuck me," Jiang Kuo walked back and forth twice beside the bed, "What should I do?"

"It should be the slack or broken in the middle," Duan Feifan said. "If you can fix it, you can put on your clothes first."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Count down to dozens of numbers," Duan Feifan also casually took Jiang Kuo's nightgown and put it on. "I'm coming downstairs to knock on the door and scold people. If she doesn't come, the police will come." "Is the police force so wasted?" Jiang Kuo walked to the toilet, "I'm too lazy to wear it, I'll hide for a while."

"So she might do it herself." Duan Feifan watched him pass through the living room with no curtains and lights on.

As soon as I went over and pulled the curtains up, the door was knocked out.

Duan Feifan opened the door, Jiang Kuo closed the door in the bathroom and opened the nozzle, and could still hear the aunt's voice. He was very angry and felt that they were deliberately angry with her.

It's indeed very similar, after all, he even said that he wanted to remove the bed.

Tsk.

Only Duan Feifan can handle this kind of scene. If he had changed, he wouldn't even open the door. Duan Feifan not only could open the door, but also could chat with her slowly amid the aunt's scolding.

When Jiang Kuo came out after taking a shower, the aunt had already left.

"It's okay?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "The aunt said that the wooden square below should be broken. There is a small furniture store at the back door of the community. You can go there to find a wooden square to change it."

"...How did this be done?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Just chat," Duan Feifan entered the bathroom. "I'll take a shower. You don't have to clean up the bed. Take out the mattress later and go to bed tonight."

"You let her into the bedroom?" Jiang Kuo leaned his head into the bathroom.

"No, how can it be," Duan Feifan said, "There are still on the ground."

"...I'll go clean up." Jiang Kuo closed the door.

After sleeping in a four-person room without air conditioning at school, Jiang Kuo experienced the first time in his life that he slept on the mattress directly on the ground. After the lights turned off, it was no different from when he had legs.

And I don’t know if it feels strong and without any sound, but he also feels that he is sleeping very soundly.

Of course, it may be that the labor is too hard.

When Duan Feifan got up in the morning, he didn't wake up. Duan Feifan woke him up and told him that he was going to go back to Niu Sandao first, and then he almost got angry. Then he remembered that this was his request.

"Can you still work?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"...Yes," Duan Feifan was a little helpless, "Why didn't you ask if I could still ride a horse?"

"Can you still ride a horse?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

"Go to sleep." Duan Feifan patted his face.
To be continued...