[BL] Dressed as The School Grass' Ex-boyfriend [Transmigration]

Chapter 102

When Jing Ci woke up again, it was already noon, and the sequelae of extreme physical overdraft finally appeared.

I only felt tired last night, but today feel pain all over body, especially at the base of thighs and the overused area behind me. It’s because he has always been able to bear it, and he couldn’t help but gasp.

Ying Jiao lay beside him with his eyes closed, seemingly still asleep.

Jing Ci moved aside cautiously for fear of quarreling him. Just thinking of getting up, an arm suddenly crossed over and fished him directly into his arms.

“Woke up?”

Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his neck, his teeth grinding back and forth on his beautiful collarbone. The voice is clear and there is no nasal sound: “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?”

“Brother, don’t bite.” Jing Ci trembled, and stretched out his hand to gently push his head: “You can tell if you wear clothes.”

In winter, just find a turtleneck sweater to put it on, but summer clothes are light and light, where it can be covered.

“See what’s wrong?” Not only did Yingjiao not stop, but instead he intensified and sucked at the place where he had just bitten: “The relationship between us is shameful?”

“No!” Jing Ci quickly explained: “It’s just… it’s not great.”

He is not afraid of public relations with Yingjiao, but he does not want other people to know about such private matters.

What Jing Ci thinks is like a mirror in Ying Jiao’s heart. But deliberately pretending not to know, holding back the bad and bullying people: “I think it’s pretty good, I promise to give you a symmetrical shape.”

“Change the place,” Jing Ci said in a low voice with his cheeks hot, “Don’t… show it.”

“Where can’t I show it?” Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows, put his hands in Jing Ci’s pajamas dishonestly, and lit the lights everywhere: “Here? Or this?”

Jing Ci was imprisoned in his arms, and there was nowhere to hide, so he had to pant lightly and said, “Either way.”

Yingjiao took enough advantage, retracted his hand, pretending to sigh: “But I like the collarbone.”

Jing Ci raised his eyes.

The noon sun was just right, even if the curtains were tightly drawn, there was still a little light in the room. In the dim light, Ying Jiao was looking down at him, and the picture inexplicably overlapped with when he was leaning on the bedside last night.

Jing Ci’s chest suddenly hurt.

Isn’t it just a hickey? The big deal is that you don’t go out, just win the pride and be happy.

He didn’t speak any more, just reached out and pulled his neckline down, which meant it was self-evident.

Ying Jiao was softened by his little movement. He gently rubbed the small piece of skin and whispered: “Whatever I do? Can you print a deeper one?”

Jing Ci made a red ear with an “um” cry.

Winning arrogance was beyond tolerance, lowered his head.

The two had a fuss on the bed for a while before Jing Ci was able to go to the bathroom to wash.

Yingjiao got up earlier than him, and got up early. He was leaning on the door frame, holding his mobile phone and asked him: “Today, I have something light, I will order a casserole?”