The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Hearing Xu Xizhou's words, the man's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes changed instantly. He put down the hair dryer in his hand and walked towards Xu Xizhou step by step, his eyes dark and deep, as if some kind of ferocious beast was locking its prey.

Xu Xizhou inexplicably felt that Zhuang Jingchun was a little dangerous at the moment. He curled his fingers and swallowed saliva with difficulty, unknowingly being pushed into the corner by the other party.

"What do you want? Say it again."

Zhuang Jingchun's eyes were exceptionally bright, and his eyes locked him firmly.

Xu Xizhou felt that he could not lose his momentum, so he raised his chest and met his eyes, "I want you."

The last syllable was suddenly blocked, Zhuang Jingchun bullied him, put one hand on the back of his neck, and kissed his lips heavily.

In an instant, Xu Xizhou's breath was plundered, and the tip of his nose was filled with the breath of another person. Xu Xizhou unconsciously raised his hands that were originally by his side, and wrapped them around Zhuang Jingchun's neck.

Touching his wet hair with his fingertips, Xu Xizhou blinked his eyes and regained some clarity. In the interval of gasping for breath, the boy said in a vague tone, "Your hair is still wet, why don't you blow it first?"

"No, it will still be wet later anyway."

When the man said this, there was obvious joy in his tone.

Xu Xizhou didn't react for a while, and when he met those green eyes with ridicule, he instantly understood something.

"You're quite confident."

Zhuang Jingchun smiled and did not argue for herself, but just wrapped him in her arms again and dropped him with an aggressive kiss.

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Xu Xizhou slept until after ten in the morning.

He is now more tired than driving a car for a day, as if he had just finished physical training and had a fight with someone, his bones were sore and soft.

Zhuang Jingchun's previous worries were not without reason.

He turned over, because the movement was a little big and involved somewhere, and he suddenly took a breath.

There was no one on the bed next to him, so it was estimated that this guy got out of bed and went to wash.

Xu Xizhou was lying beside the bed bored, counting the small umbrellas in the trash can, turning his head and seeing the bottles and jars on the bedside table again.

Thinking of the scene where Zhuang Jingchun casually picked up the small blue bottle and poured it into his hand last night, Xu Xizhou's cheeks turned slightly red.

He didn't feel embarrassed for too long, and Zhuang Jingchun came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a loose beige shirt and black trousers, with a somewhat contented expression on his face, which contrasted sharply with Xu Xizhou, who was lying on the bed like a salted fish.

Xu Xizhou hammered out of the bed a little indignantly.

"Physical discomfort?"

Zhuang Jingchun walked over quickly, with deep concern and a hint of guilt on her face.

Xu Xizhou touched his flat stomach.

"No, I'm so hungry."

Feeling sick is a small thing, starving is a big thing.