Host, You're Targeted

The previous night's indulgence made the morning hours of the biological clock have to move backwards.

It was 7:30 in the morning when Zhou Qifeng woke up.

As the weather turned cool, the room was not air-conditioned, the room temperature changed little, and the people in my arms were still warm.

The shading layer of the curtain is not completely closed, and there are still subtle light sieving into the room.

He thought he was gentle last night, at least more than he had been drunk before.

Su Lin's body has no scars, he left only the front chest to the back of the neck a string of linked up like a scarf of the kiss.

It was still warm in the quilt. Su Lin, who was tucked in his arms and pillow his shoulder socket, still held his neck. His short hair was soft and lying on the ground, which made him look like a kitten in a deep sleep.

Last night, before midnight, Su Lin was so sleepy that he could not open his eyes. He held his neck and whispered for mercy.

Later, Zhou Qifeng finally finished, pulled something and threw it into the garbage can. In this posture, he turned over and hugged Su Lin to sleep.

It's so comfortable in the quilt that Zhou Qifeng, who has never been bedridden, is nostalgic for the quilt at this moment.

In the past, he did not understand why someone would stay in bed. It was not comfortable to stay in bed. It was better to get up to work or read books.

Now, he drives Su Lin's small broken hair on his forehead, hoping that this time can be a little longer.

He stared at Su Lin's sleeping face for a long time, and couldn't help reaching out to touch him.

First touch your eyelashes, then poke your cheek and press your lips.

It seems that Su Lin had a good night's sleep, Zhou Qifeng thought. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to keep a sleeping posture all night, and he had pressed so many times before he woke up.

"Don't move me..."

Zhou Qifeng just thought that Su Lin would not wake up by pressing a few more times, so Su Lin opened his hand and turned over, trying to grab the quilt to cover his body.

As soon as he turned over, Su Lin fell from Zhou Qifeng's shoulder socket to his pillow, and his hand to touch the quilt also pressed on Zhou Qifeng.

It feels

Su Lin, who is not willing to wake up in her sleep, pinches it twice, and feels that the touch is good, which is tough.

"Good morning."

Suddenly, a deep question came from his ear, as if he had said it close to his ear.

At this moment, he realized what he was in.

Su Lin suddenly opened his eyes and took back his hand. He turned his head and looked at the face of praying for wind last week.

"Good morning." Zhou Qifeng came over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Are you going to work? If you don't go to work, you go to bed, and if you want to go to work, you get up and have breakfast

Su Lin stared at him for two seconds and said decisively, "of course, I have to go to work."

Then he sat up on his back.

Seeing Su Lin so dedicated, Zhou Qifeng did not stop him.

He opened the quilt, turned out of bed, casually took a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and was about to go to the bathroom.

"I'll take a shower first. You can help me find my clothes, and by the way, find your own clothes."

Su Lin didn't dare to look at Zhou Qifeng's body. He buried his head in his palm and responded with a dull voice.

After the sound of the water in the bathroom, he rushed to the sofa, picked up the bathrobe that he hadn't worn last night, wrapped himself in a mess, and slipped into the cloakroom to find the clothes they needed to wear for work today.

Zhou Qifeng's clothes are very easy to find, just a suit and a shirt.

His own clothes are actually easy to find, because there are only a few clothes he brought to Zhou Qifeng's house.

"Have you found it?" Zhou Qifeng didn't know when he stood at the door. "Take a simple shower and move quickly, or you'll be late for work."