[MTL, BL] Pretend Little Cowardly Bag [Quick Wear]

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Lin Xiuyuan still didn't believe it. After running around outside for the past two days, he caught a cold once. Now his nose is still a little stuffed, and he can't smell the alcohol when he is close, so he had to say, "You have already graduated from high school, so drinking is fine. But it's best not to drink too much."

Jiang Yuming said the same thing again: "No."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't say much, and continued to walk forward.

In the large courtyard, other people either turned off the lights and went back to sleep, or were watching TV or listening to the radio, without making any noise.

Sun Xiaopang's house was still lit, and Lin Xiuyuan knocked on the door to buy something to eat.

The boy didn't go back to the house and put the beer on the table under the jujube tree, and people also sat there.

Lin Xiuyuan took out the steamed buns, looked at him there, and asked, "Aren't you going to go back to sleep?"

Jiang Yuming glanced at him, then turned his head away: "I can't sleep."

Lin Xiuyuan stopped talking, holding the Chi Chi sat down near him, and whispered while eating, "It's pretty cool here."

Jiang Yuming didn't move, and after a while he turned his head to look at him.

The young man was eating almost silently. Halfway through eating, he seemed to suddenly remember something and asked him, "Have you eaten?"

Jiang Yuming hurriedly turned his head away, hummed, and grabbed a can of beer in his hand.

Lin Xiu thought he was going to drink, but after watching for a while, the boy didn't open the can.

Lin Xiuyuan retracted his gaze, and after eating, he returned to his room to pack up the toiletries and take a shower.

This time the bath was very fast, he paid attention to the inner wall the whole time, and there was nothing abnormal until the end of the bath.

He took the dirty clothes and went to the sink to wash them fresh.

The young man was still sitting at the jujube tree, but the beer that had never been opened in his hand finally opened, and he raised his head to pour it over there.

After Lin Xiuyuan finished washing his clothes, he glanced at the bright moonlight as he passed by.

Looking at it, I found that I may have really wronged Jiang Yuming not long ago. Compared with the redness that I had before, it was really nothing.

At this moment, from the face to the ears and even the neck of the boy, there is not a spot that is not red.

Lin Xiuyuan's eyes widened: "Why are you drinking like this?" The

other party pursed his lips, glanced at him drunkenly, and turned his face away. When the night wind blew, the boy's short hair and clothes were blown backwards. His voice was low, with a little boyishness: "This wine is nothing at all, I'm not drunk."

Lin Xiuyuan : "..." They all started talking drunk.

The boy looked at him this time without evasion, his eyes blazing.

Lin Xiuyuan also looked directly at him and said, "Are you going back to sleep? Do you want me to help you?"

The hand holding the beer can froze. After a while, the boy lowered his head and hummed, like a mosquito.