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The next morning, Xu Qingdu was woken up by someone.

For the professional players who usually practice in front of the computer and stay up late to resume the game, it's good to have seven hours of adequate sleep.

In addition, although Xu Qingdu was drinking for the first time, he was drunk after a few drinks. Therefore, seven hours of sleep in one night had already dissipated the alcohol in his mind.

Song Zhiye is particularly dishonest in his sleep, especially in the morning when he is about to wake up. He always turns over and rolls over on his big bed, which is enough for five adult men of 1.8 meters to lie down. He stretches his hands and pedals his feet to form a folded big character.

But on this day, he forgot that he was still sleeping in bed. He habitually reached out and kicked his legs. One arm went down directly to wake Xu Qingdu, and then he kicked Xu Qingdu out of the way.

Xu Qingdu, whose posture changed from "|" to "," felt that the thing that had just awakened him had touched two hands on him. He blinked his eyes, and gradually recovered the seven spirits and six spirits that were scared to fly. Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the people next to him.

Song Zhiye, who has not woken up, touched two hands and opened his eyes.

The two men looked at each other in the morning light and saw that song Zhiye's palm was just across Xu Qingdu's chest. At the same time, they made a "lying trough" jump.

Xu Qingdu didn't know why he was expelled from the team. Song Zhiye didn't know why there was a strange man in his bed.

When song Zhiye gradually regained his IQ which he had lost after a sleep, Xu Qingdu silently watched song Zhiye, whose head looked like a chicken coop. When song Zhiye couldn't resist raising his hand to block his mouth and yawn, he looked down at his pink pajamas.

He is Was someone sleeping or someone else sleeping?

"Ah -" Song Zhiye, seeing Xu Qingdu's bow, regained his mind, held the quilt and fell back on the bed. He said sleepily, "I gave you that Pajama when I bought it. Buy one for free, don't give it up for nothing."

Xu Qingdu was sitting one meter away from the magistrate of Song Dynasty, holding a corner of the quilt and calmly looking around the room, he saw a pile of black and white cloth that seemed to be his clothes on the sofa.

This is not a hotel. There is a very large bookshelf next to the French windows and a big workbench at the head of the bed.

Looks like this guy's room.

The room is quiet. Xu Qingdu listens to song Zhiye's slight breathing sound when he sleeps back to his cage. When he snores gently, he kicks him in the quilt like revenge.

"Oh

Song Zhiye made a very strange cry, and immediately woke up. He looked at Xu Qingdu, who was sitting at the head of the bed in terror, with panic on his face.

Xu Qingdu kept sitting by the bed and said coldly, "where is this? Why am I here? What happened to us last night? What did you do to me or did I do to you? "

Song Zhiye was a little confused. He grabbed the quilt and said, "ah?"

Looking at Song Zhiye's reaction, Xu Qingdu felt that if he had done something, he might have been on the other side, because he didn't feel any discomfort.

So this is a successful counter offensive?

Can't you?