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"What are you doing?"

Xu Qingdu was pulled into his arms by song Zhiye's shoulder, and his head leaned back against his chin, which opened a little distance from him.

Song Zhiye didn't wake up. He held Xu Qingdu in his arms for a long time.

Xu Qingdu frowned in the long, like a century's gaze. He was patient and didn't kick the song Zhiye who had awakened him twice.

He gently "tut" a sound, raised his hand to catch song Zhiye ring in his waist arm, but suddenly brush song Zhiye's body.

He was knocked off the bed.

Xu Qingdu turned on the bedside lamp.

The whole room lit up immediately. Xu Qingdu raised his hand to block his eyes. He saw song Zhiye, who only wore a black flat horn, was standing beside the bed. Moreover, he looked frightened.

How did he knead his eyes when he sat up? I'm the one you've touched all over, OK? "

Song Zhiye immediately grabbed the towel beside him and put it around his waist. He stood by the bed with both ends of the towel. Looking at Xu Qingdu, who was so sleepy, he couldn't open his eyes and went back.

"This brother." Xu Qingdu grabbed the quilt and covered his face and said, "although you are my brother now, I advise you not to be so close to me. Especially some body movements that seem very normal among other boys, it's better not to do them to me. It's very dangerous, really. "

Song Zhiye didn't understand the meaning of Xu Qingdu's words. He thought Xu Qingdu had a habit of cleanliness, so he agreed to come down.

He was so sleepy that Xu Qingdu didn't go on talking to him. He turned over and went to sleep.

Song Zhiye stood by the bed and looked at his bath towel. He went to the closet in silence and took out a set of pajamas to put on.

He now has a roommate who sleeps in a bed, and the roommate is a bit of a cleanliness freak.

It's hard to be a man.

Song Zhiye turned off the light and lay flat on the bed, listening to the shallow breath of Xu Qingdu, who was facing him, and sighed gently.

But As soon as song Zhiye closed his eyes, he remembered that feeling.

But now this is his brother's child. Although thin, it doesn't hurt at all. It's soft and cold, like a glutinous rice ball.

……

At seven o'clock the next morning, Xu Qingdu and song Zhiye were awakened by the sound of gongs and drums at the door.

Yu Hai and Qin Dasen each hold a gong and close the Gong irregularly to make a sound.

Xu Qingdu remembered Yu Hai's words yesterday, rubbed his head and sat up.

Song Zhiye, who likes to stay in bed most of the pol, rolled twice and pulled the quilt to cover his head.

Xu Qingdu looked at the quilt that slipped down from his waist and was taken away by song Zhiye. He sat by the bed and was stunned for a while.

Well, song Zhiye robbed him of his quilt.

Xu Qingdu grabbed the mobile phone next to him and sent a message to Yu Hai, saying that he had already got up and was not convenient to open the door when he was washing.

The sound of gongs outside the door disappeared immediately. Yu Hai returned with a look of OK and went downstairs with Qin Dasen. On the way, he met many team members with dark circles under their eyes to see what was happening outside. They all laughed and patted them on the shoulder.

In the room, Xu Qingdu suddenly lifted song Zhiye's quilt when he got out of bed.

Song Zhiye grabs his head blankly. Xu Qingdu, who goes to the bathroom, looks back at him.

"You snatched my quilt."