She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 505 This is my bed

Jing Xing: "?"

The touch seems a bit wrong.

On his bed was a plush doll given to him by a little glutinous rice dumpling, but the thing he touched just now didn't seem to feel like a plush doll.

Jing Xing: "..."

How does this feel like a person? ? ?
At the same time, an obviously sleepy boy's voice rang in his ear, coaxing a child's tone: "Okay, brother, stop touching, and go on sleeping obediently."

"..."

All the unconsciousness in Jing Xing's mind was blown away by the words that suddenly rang in his ears. He hesitated for a while, and finally turned his head slowly, and then opened his eyelids.

He was facing the enlarged version of his face in front of him.

"..."

He Xiangyang was touched by his hands for a long time, and he just opened his eyelids, but he was a little sleepy, and the eyelids of both eyes drooped listlessly.

Jing Xing obviously had a bewildered expression that was out of the situation.

The scene in front of me was a bit scary.

When I woke up early in the morning, there was someone lying on my bed, and it was a man. The most important thing was that this man was not wearing any clothes.

No, wear, clothes, clothes.

Jing Xing carefully chewed these four words over and over again, and began to wonder if he hadn't woken up yet.

At this time, He Xiangyang rubbed his eyes sleepily, and greeted him: "Good morning, brother."

"..."

When the sentence "Morning" came out, Jing Xing's whole body exploded: "Fuck——"

He pulled back the quilt without thinking, and kicked He Xiangyang off the bed with one kick.

Early fart ah early!
What the fuck is going on here?
ah!what's the situation!

Before He Xiangyang realized what happened, he felt his body present a perfect parabolic shape. With a slap, he was kicked to the ground by his brother Xing.

"You—" Jing Xing looked at him quite sadly, as if he wanted to say something, but just as he started a sentence, he thought of something else, and directly lowered his head to look at the clothes on his body , and then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although He Xiangyang didn't wear anything, fortunately, he didn't take off his clothes.

"No, brother, what are you doing?" He Xiangyang sat down on the ground, and he was stunned for a while before he recovered, "What time is it, so early in the morning, don't people be quiet?"

He Xiangyang turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall, then touched his sore buttocks, and grinned: "Brother, aren't you tired after tossing all night? Let's take a rest first, take a rest, huh?"

"..."

Also take a break!
What is "tossing all night"?
Can he stop saying such words that are easily misunderstood?

Jing Xing's mentality collapsed a little, he closed his eyes, then took a deep breath, and asked him as calmly as possible: "Why are you on my bed?"

"It's not yours." He Xiangyang declared, "This is my bed, mine."

Jing Xing: "?"

He Xiangyang said again: "Look, isn't this my room?"

The aftereffects of the hangover had all subsided under this kind of shock, Jing Xing raised his hand to press the center of his brow with a self-closing expression, and glanced around from the corner of his eye.

It was indeed not his room, it looked like He Xiangyang's territory.

He Xiangyang's bedroom has always been a messy kennel, with small skirts and suspenders scattered everywhere on the floor and drying racks, and several wigs are piled up in a mess on the table.

At this time, He Xiangyang, who was wearing only a pair of shorts, was sitting among the group of things, looking at him in a daze.

This scene is too easy to attract people's daydream.

Jing Xing's eyebrows started to twitch again.

Wrong drinking!It's a mistake to drink!

He closed his eyes without saying a word, turned his back on He Xiangyang, obviously he didn't really want to face the reality.

Seeing his brother Xing's unlovable expression, He Xiangyang rubbed his butt for no idea and called him again: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Isn't it just that two big men slept together for a night?

What's the point?
After shutting himself off for a while, Jing Xing's tone calmed down again: "It's okay."

He told himself over and over again in his heart, it's okay, just treat it as a dream.

Nightmare.

After a pause, Jing Xing sighed with a bit of a headache, and felt that he seemed to have aged several decades during the moment of communicating with He Xiangyang: "I want to know, why am I here?"

He drank too much alcohol yesterday, and many memories in his mind were intermittent.

He Xiangyang replied: "Don't you remember? Yesterday you were drunk and said that you didn't want to go home. I thought I didn't have anyone at home anyway, so I brought you here. Brother, you don't remember. ?”

Jing Xing: "..."

He Xiangyang's tone of confessing criminals gave him the illusion that he was a scumbag who pulled up his pants and refused to recognize anyone.

"I don't really remember." Jing Xing said, "But what's the matter with your clothes?"

Why, He Xiangyang still has the habit of sleeping naked?
"Oh, you're talking about my clothes, you're talking about it." He Xiangyang said something unsettling in a very calm tone.

Jing Xing: "?"

Jing Xing asked again as if confirming: "You said I was lying?"

He Xiangyang nodded and affirmed: "Yes, you are talking about it."

"..."

Jing Xing felt that the plot of the story was developing in an indescribable direction, and immediately denied it: "Impossible, why am I pulling your clothes for nothing?"

It's not that he has never been drunk, and he has never heard anyone say that he has the eccentricity of tearing people's clothes when he is drunk.

"It's really you who lied, can I still lie to you?" Seeing that he didn't believe it, He Xiangyang became a little anxious, and his speech speed also picked up, "Just yesterday, after you come back, don't you have to sleep?"

"..."

So far, the development of this matter is still normal.

"I just wanted to help you take off your clothes and change into your pajamas, but in the end, I tried to talk about it, but you didn't let me touch it. Then I have no choice but to force it."

"...And then?" Jing Xing almost shut himself off when he heard it.

"Then, you put me on the ground directly." He Xiangyang said, in order to make it easier for him to understand, He Xiangyang even made a metaphor, "Just like you usually put out the cigarette butt."

Jing Xing took a deep breath again: "...I don't want to hear any cigarette butts now, you get to the point."

"The point is, you won't let me touch you, so the final result is that I failed to take off your clothes, but let you tear the buttons of my clothes, so I can only take off my clothes..."

Jing Xing didn't want to listen anymore, so he interrupted him directly: "I didn't ask about your clothes, I asked you, why am I sharing the same bed with you?"

(End of this chapter)