I'm Dressed as a Non-Human Again [Quick Wear]

46: My Roommate is a Succubus (16)

Cheng Zhou felt that he had been wronged, coughed lightly and whispered: "Please eat."

Chen Zinan stretched out three fingers, which soon turned into a slap: "Three times, no, five times! Cheng

Zhou nodded: "No problem."

It was said that Chen Zinan was asked to help, but in fact it was Cheng Zhou who did it.

Chen Zinan is very clear about his position.

He is just a driver now.

There is no salary, no, even the car is brought, and the driver is paid.

Cheng Zhou hurriedly rushed into the room and continued to pack Jiang Tang's things. Chen Zinan sat on the sofa far away from Jiang Tang, feeling slightly cramped.

Jiang Tang put down the juice cup in his hand and asked him: "Do you want something to drink? There is juice and milk at home." "No, no, no -"

Chen Zinan waved his hands repeatedly, "Just sit down and I'll pour a glass of water myself. That's it,"

he said, almost immediately ejecting himself from the sofa and running into the kitchen.

Jiang Tang: "..."

He glanced at Cheng Zhou who was packing his suitcase, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

Look, it scares the kids.

Jiang Tang didn't have many things, and Cheng Zhou seemed to be afraid that he would regret it, so he collected his things very quickly and packed everything up in a short time.

There were still the same two boxes and several large storage bags as before. Chen Zinan wanted to help carry one, but Cheng Zhou gave him a sharp look and quickly took his hand back.

Forget it, he doesn't care about dog lovers. Chen Zinan thought to himself.

He just needs to be his driver quietly.

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Cheng Zhou and Jiang Tang were still sitting in the back row.

Jiang Tang habitually looked out the car window, holding his chin lightly with one hand, while the other hand naturally dropped to rest on his leg.

Cheng Zhou glanced at him and looked away.

Then looked at him again.

After repeating this several times, he suddenly reached out and took Jiang Tangchui's hand on his lap.

Outside of the fever period, Jiang Tang's hands always feel slightly cool.

Slightly cool, but soft.

It feels good in hand.

Cheng Zhou didn't dare to hold it too hard. After holding it, he looked away and looked out the window, but his ears were very red.

Sensing that the hand held by him moved slightly, Cheng Zhou thought Jiang Tang was unwilling. His eyes dimmed a little when his hand was held in reverse.

Their hands were intertwined.

The bright white and slightly dark wheat colors are intertwined, creating a wonderful harmony.

Cheng Zhou was startled for a moment, turned his head to look at Jiang Tang, and saw that he smiled at him, his smile was soft and clean, and his peach eyes seemed to reflect stars.

Cheng Zhou also laughed.

In the rearview mirror, he saw Chen Zinan with a silly smile on his face: "..."

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After sending the two of them back to the dormitory, Chen Zinan found an excuse and ran away.

Cheng Zhou put his luggage in the living room: "I'll tidy up the room first and make half of the room for you." After he finished speaking, he paused and asked, "Is half

enough? How about I make more room for you?" Not much, it doesn't take up much space."

Jiang Tang shook his head: "Half is enough. If the painting tools are placed in another room, my things won't take up much space."

Cheng Zhou smiled at him again, unable to control it at all. Stop the curvature of the corners of your mouth.

He was humming a song unconsciously while collecting his things.

Jiang Tang moved back to the dormitory, and even lived in the same room with him and slept on the same bed -

this is no different from a young couple living together after confirming their relationship!

Cheng Zhou opened the closet and when his eyes fell on the towel hanging in the closet, the tune he was humming stopped abruptly.

The off-white towel is Jiang Tang's previous towel.

Cheng Zhou looked guilty and quickly pulled off the towel, preparing to find a black plastic bag and throw it into the trash can to destroy the body.

But his movements were sudden and sudden.

Throw it away...it seems a bit reluctant to part with it.

Cheng Zhou secretly glanced outside the room and saw Jiang Tang sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone. He didn't notice the movement in the room, so he rolled up the towel and stuffed it into a hidden corner of the closet.

He should not be discovered hiding here, Cheng Zhou thought.

After cleaning up the house, Cheng Zhou received a reply from his lawyer.

After getting the injury assessment from Jiang Tang, he immediately handed the information to the lawyer and explained the situation to him.

The lawyer said that with these injury assessments, Jiang Wu could be sent to jail for three years.

Cheng Zhou's eyes lit up.

Although three years is not a long time, a lot of things can change in three years.

At that time, he and Jiang Tang must have had a stable relationship. Jiang Tang could live in the Cheng family, and they could even go abroad to get married and get a certificate.

With him around, Jiang Wu would never have the chance to step into Jiang Tang's life circle again.

Cheng Zhou felt his heart wandering when he thought about things that had not happened in the future.

He glanced at Jiang Tang in the room opposite.

In addition to his usual part-time job, Jiang Tang will also take some scattered painting orders to make money.

The room opposite has been decorated as a studio, and the young man is sitting in front of the easel painting, with the sun falling on him, feeling peaceful and peaceful.

Cheng Zhou was stunned for a moment.

After coming back to his senses, he suddenly took a look at the racing uniform hanging in the closet that he had not worn for a long time.

Even if Jiang Tang works so hard...

there seems to be no reason for him to continue to be so decadent.

*

The next day, Cheng Zhou appeared on the training ground.

Chen Zinan, who was training, was pushed by someone around him: "Look, isn't that Cheng Zhou?"

Chen Zinan: "Cheng Zhou? How is that possible? You are wrong-"

He looked up and his voice stopped abruptly.

It's really Cheng Zhou.

After more than three months, Cheng Zhou finally returned to the training ground.

Chen Zinan almost thought he had seen it wrong, and rubbed his eyes again and again. When he saw the man being called aside by the coach and being scolded all over his face, he felt sad and relieved.

Taking advantage of his break, he secretly sent a message to Cheng Zhou's father, Cheng Dongming.

Cheng Dongming: [Okay, I understand. ]

[Zinan, thank you for helping me guide Xiaozhou during this time. ]

Chen Zinan said: [Uncle, this time it's really not my fault. ]

[ Someone did help him, but it wasn't me. ]

Chen Zinan probably guessed that Cheng Zhou suddenly figured out the reason for returning to the training ground.

Falling in love can indeed make people smarter, but a healthy relationship is, in a sense, more effective than any medicine.

Cheng Dongming asked: [Who is it? ]

Chen Zinan thought for a while: [Uncle, you should ask Cheng Zhou yourself. ]

[Some things still require you to proactively communicate before they can be resolved. 】

A shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes.

Cheng Zhou, who had been absent from training for more than three months, raised his chin at Chen Zinan and said, "What are you doing? Let's go to training." Chen Zinan put away his phone, jumped up suddenly, and gave Cheng Zhou a false alarm as before

. He shook his throat with a gun, patted Cheng Zhou on the shoulder and said, "Let's go! Go to training!"

*

Everything is going in the right direction.

Cheng Zhou returned to the training ground and quickly adjusted his condition. It didn't take long for him to almost reach his peak performance.

With the help of Cheng family lawyers, Jiang Tang prosecuted Jiang Wu, and Jiang Wu cried tears of imprisonment for three years.

The only thing that makes Cheng Zhou worried is that he has not yet successfully become a full-time employee.

Jiang Tang didn't take the initiative to mention it, so Cheng Zhou didn't dare to ask, for fear that he would lose points with Jiang Tang if he rushed.

Anyway...

the permissions of a prospective boyfriend during the probation period are no different from those of a formal boyfriend.

Cheng Zhou could only comfort himself in this way.

In the evening, Chen's bar.

Cheng Zhou finished his training for the day and rushed to the bar without stopping.

He and Chen Zinan were still sitting in the private room on the second floor. Their training ended late today. Jiang Tang's class ended earlier than them, so he came to the bar ahead of Cheng Zhou.

It was already after nine o'clock in the evening.

Cheng Zhou held the orange juice in his hand and scanned the dance floor downstairs, quickly catching the target figure.

The boy was wearing an off-white, wide-shouldered sports vest today. The vest had a small V-neck, revealing a small section of his white collarbone, as well as a red rope and a fish-shaped jade pendant hanging in the middle of the collarbone.

Cheng Zhou's eyes darkened.

Others don't know and can't see it, but he still remembers that there are traces of him not far below the jade fish.

A small, dense piece spread out on that piece of white skin.

The collar of the clothes just covered that area without revealing anything.

Cheng Zhou's Adam's apple rolled and he took a big sip of orange juice.

Chen Zinan on the side looked at him, then at Jiang Tang on the dance floor, and asked in a low voice: "Dazhou, why don't you go down and dance with him?" Cheng Zhou said in a low voice: "He is working, I won't disturb

him ."

He said this, but the words 'I'm not happy' were written all over his face.

Chen Zinan almost thought he was drinking lemon juice instead of orange juice, it smelled particularly sour.

There were many people on the dance floor, and when the music was playing, Jiang Tang was the focus of the crowd, so dazzling that everyone on the dance floor kept paying attention to him.

It's impossible to say that I don't care at all.

But Cheng Zhou knew that Jiang Tang liked the feeling of being on the dance floor.

Jiang Tang chose to stay here and continue working part-time, not just to make money, but also because of love.

Cheng Zhou didn't want to unilaterally not allow Jiang Tang to touch the things he loved because of his own emotions.

Such overbearing love is a kind of restraint for Jiang Tang.

Cheng Zhou didn't want the other party to be restrained because of him.

Cheng Zhou took another sip of orange juice sullenly, his lips curled up so much that he could hang the oil can upside down.

The young man in the crowd seemed to notice his gaze and suddenly looked up.

The young man's peach eyes were covered with silver-gray eyeshadow, and the eyeliner at the end of his eyes made his eyes extremely narrow, making him look particularly aggressive.

Jiang Tang raised the corners of his lips at him and smiled.

Cheng Zhou's heart suddenly skipped a beat, the corners of his mouth that were drooping just a moment ago suddenly rose, and his eyes lit up.

Just a smile made his previous worries disappear.

The next second, Jiang Tang suddenly took off the hat on his head.

Just like when they first met in this bar, the boy threw his hat to the private room on the second floor.

It's like a scene reappearing.

But this time the white peaked cap did not fall into Cheng Zhou's arms. Instead, Cheng Zhou reached out to catch it in advance and held it firmly in his hand.

Chen Zinan on the side exclaimed: "Congratulations, Dazhou, for finally getting a pair of black and white evil spirits!"

Cheng Zhou had no time to pay attention to him.

The young man on the dance floor raised his eyebrows at him and opened and closed his lips silently. Cheng Zhou recognized what he wanted to say.

The young man said: "Come?"

Of course he will come.

Cheng Zhou almost immediately turned around and ran downstairs, passing through the layers of people and standing next to the young man.

Cheng Zhou's heart was beating hard. Although he often came to the bar, he rarely went to the dance floor and was not good at disco dancing at all.

He even doubted that if he came with Jiang Tang, he would be nervous enough to make a joke like having the same hands and feet.

But when Jiang Tang took the initiative to hold his hand and pulled him to his side, Cheng Zhou's worries disappeared.

All he could think about was the boy beside him.

The boy's slightly cold palms, the soft fingertips that brushed against the lines of his shoulders and arms from time to time, and the body that sometimes came close and then quickly retreated...the

eagerness and rejection in every move made people's hearts tremble.

Cheng Zhou couldn't think of anything else.

Of course Jiang Tang danced a pas de deux with others, but even the people around him could see that Jiang Tang's interaction this time was very different from the past.

There is no longer a sense of indifference and alienation, no more introverted and restrained withdrawal, only open and flamboyant active seduction.

Even a brief eye contact can make people feel an almost tension.

The moment the dance ended, the thin boy raised his hand and hooked the tall boy's neck, raised his head and gave him a passionate kiss.

Cheng Zhou was a little confused by this sudden kiss, but he came to his senses in just a moment, grabbed the young man's body and kissed him back harder.

There seems to be no difference between kissing in front of so many people and directly announcing to everyone that he is his boyfriend.

The moment the kiss ended, both parties saw a cluster of dancing flames called dissatisfaction in each other's eyes.

Jiang Tang licked the corners of his lips, pulled Cheng Zhou and walked out of the crowd.

Someone in the crowd booed and asked, "Is this your boyfriend?"

Jiang Tang smiled at the man and said, "No." Cheng Zhou

pursed his lower lip, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, but he heard the sound immediately afterwards. The young man said: "But it will be sooner or later."

The young man turned back and winked at him.

Cheng Zhou's breath was suffocated, and bright sparks suddenly burst out from his chest.

Jiang Tang took him to the changing room backstage.

Since knowing that Jiang Tang was Chen Zinan's friend, the bar manager prepared a separate changing room for Jiang Tang.

The door to the dressing room was slammed shut and locked with a click.

Cheng Zhou was pushed by Jiang Tang to sit on the makeup chair. The young man raised his long legs and sat on him, lowering his head and kissing him.

The air conditioner was on in the changing room, but the cool breeze blowing from the air conditioner outlet could not suppress the heat surging in the two people's bodies.

Cheng Zhou raised his head, caressing the boy's slender neck with one hand, and held the boy's slender waist with the other hand. His curled little finger inadvertently lifted the hem of the boy's clothes, revealing a small piece of white. The black lines range from light to dark, gradually spreading and expanding.

Jiang Tang's eyes were hot from his kiss, and even the silver-gray eyeshadow couldn't cover up the rouge at the end of his eyes.

During the kiss, Cheng Zhou asked him, "Do you want to be here?"

Jiang Tang stepped back slightly and opened the distance between the two.

His short, naturally curly hair was tied back on his head, with only a few strands hanging down his forehead. There was undisguised affection and yawning between his delicate brows and eyes.

The young man chuckled hoarsely, and the succubus' charm was fully revealed at this moment.

"Can't you?" he asked.

Cheng Zhou's mind went blank.

He has never seen Jiang Tang like this before. Even during the succubus fever period in the past, Jiang Tang would always be a little shy in his initiative.

It won't be like this now -

like the eye of a storm suddenly appearing in the calm sea, wild, passionate, and engulfing everything.

"Cheng Zhou, I want it, now." The young man bit the tip of his nose and whispered, "Give it to me."

Cheng Zhou lost his mind and was defeated.

There was a loud crash, the sound of something on the dressing table being swept to the ground.

Cheng Zhou stood up, picked up Jiang Tang, and placed him on the dressing table.

Behind him was a smooth mirror. Jiang Tang's back was forced to press against the mirror, and the cold mirror soon became warm.

The sturdy solid wood dressing table made some unbearable noises.

During the movement, Cheng Zhou did not forget to ask him: "Jiang Tang, you just said sooner or later...how early is sooner or later?" The

young man's hand rested on the edge of the table, and his fingers pinched the edge of the table tightly, so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Of course... it depends on my mood." Jiang Tang bit his lower lip and answered him with difficulty, "Maybe one day, as soon as I'm happy... I'll agree..." Cheng Zhou's eyes were filled with emotions

.

Jiang Tang was forced to turn over and put his hands on the warm mirror.

He saw his own image in the mirror.

The young man's eyes were red, as if he had cried, and his lips were even redder. There were several tooth marks of different shades on his lower lip.

The succubus's charm pattern has climbed up the side of the young man's neck. The white and black are intertwined with red, creating a complex light and shadow in the air.

Jiang Tang's breath was hot, and a pale white mist quickly spread on the mirror, covering the posture of the young man in the mirror.

The hands in the clock on the wall kept ticking, going around and around.

The moment everything settled, Cheng Zhou suddenly came back to his senses.

Jiang Tang just said that sooner or later it depends on mood, not performance.

The boy in his arms lowered his eyes, seeming to be calming down.

Cheng Zhou lowered his head and kissed his messy hair, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Only looking at his mood and not his performance...

Does that mean that his performance has actually passed the test?