[MTL]After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can't Leave

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After Song Linchu put on his clothes in the bathroom, he also felt a little strange.

How to put it, although Tan Yue gave him clothes, trousers and underwear, but these trousers are shorts, probably because they are worn in summer, they are still too short.

Tanyue was taller than him, and his shirt was so long that it completely covered his trousers, making it look like he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

If you tuck your clothes into your trousers, it will look weird and earthy.

Although Song Linchu didn't pay much attention to his clothes, he was still an 18-year-old boy, and he belonged to the age where face was most important. He could dress cheaply, but he couldn't bear the dirt.

His own clothes smelled of sweat after staying outside for so long during the day, so he couldn't wear them anymore.

So after hesitating for a while, Song Linchu decided to wear it like this.

Meeting Tan Yue's eyes, Song Linchu put his feet together cautiously: "It seems that the clothes are too long."

Tan Yue's eyes fell on the young man, it was difficult and gloomy. Before that, their relationship had developed to the most intimate step. Song Linchu had never worn his clothes. He didn't know that wearing just one piece of clothing could bring such secret excitement.

It may be because Song Linchu was too thin, the clothes on him were long and loose like a child who stole an adult's clothes, wrapping his whole body in it, only two slender white legs were exposed.

Danyue's throat felt dry.

Especially Song Linchu didn't know how attractive his appearance was at all, his eyes were clear and innocent as if they had been washed by water, and the way he looked at him carefully made people have the urge to bully him and cry.

President Tan's belt is gaining momentum.

At this moment, he regretted that he didn't give Song Linchu his pajamas, which was obviously torturing himself.

"Mr. Tan?"

"Cough," Tan Yue forced himself to look away, handed the milk in front of Song Linchu, and said, "Drink a glass of milk before going to bed."

"Oh," Song Linchu reached out to take it, "Thank you."

Song Linchu lowered his head and took a sip. The warm milk warmed his heart from his mouth. He smiled and said, "It's delicious."

Seeing that he was satisfied with a glass of milk, Tan Yue also had a little smile in his eyes, and said, "Remember to blow your hair after drinking it."

"good."

Tan Yue turned around and went to take a shower. After Song Linchu finished drinking the milk, he went to dry his hair and found that Tan Yue hadn't finished washing.

Song Linchu sometimes doesn't understand why it takes so long for a person to take a bath. He washes it every day, so it's okay to rinse it off. What a waste of water!

Tan Yue didn't tell him where he slept. Song Linchu sat down on the sofa and saw his roommate asking why he didn't come back in the group. He told him about the situation and said that he was staying at a friend's house.

I don't know if it was too comfortable after taking a bath, or the sofa was too soft, Song Linchu unconsciously huddled on the sofa, hugging the pillow, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

When Boss Tan solved his personal problems and finally came out of the bathroom, Song Linchu had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

The young man was holding a pillow in one hand and resting his head on the other hand, like a peaceful sleeping beauty. The sofa was a bit short, and Song Linchu's long legs, which had no place to rest, could only be half-curved, overlapping each other on the sofa, dark-colored The sofa made his legs look like lotus root joints, flawless and white, and it was submerged in his shirt.