Cannon fodder man becomes Sweeter with Him (Chinese Bl MTL Novel)

Chapter 88 Counting the Abs

Chapter 88    Counting the Abs

　　The knocking on the door continued, and Xia Zhiyun's voice came.

　　"Zi You, the hotel sent you the hangover soup. Would you like some?"

　　"Don't drink." Ling Ziyou opened his eyes and lay on the bed, feeling sleepy. How long has it been since he had this feeling of being completely out of control?

            wrong! Years of experience in struggling in danger made Ling Ziyou's groggy mind realize that something was wrong.

　　No matter how drunk he was, he would not let himself be in an uncontrolled state.

　　Ling Ziyou bit his lip hard, turned over with all his strength, and finally rolled to the ground with a loud thud.

　　"Woooo..."

　　Outside the door, Xia Zhiyun, who was leaning against the door panel to listen to what was going on in the house, felt nervous when he heard a strange noise, "Ziyou? Did you fall under the bed?"

　　Ling Ziyou lying on the ground: "..."

　　"If you don't say anything, I'm going to kick down the door. Ziyou?"

　　Ling Ziyou remained silent and sat up from the ground, but felt his head spinning.

　　Xia Zhiyun's knocking on the door became more and more intense, and when he was about to break in, Ling Ziyou finally covered his groggy head and opened the door. His eight-pack abs were the first to appear on his eyelids.

　　Xia Zhiyun was shirtless, with a white bath towel wrapped around her waist, standing outside the door, holding a can of hangover soup in her hand.

　　Ling Ziyou's blurred eyes suddenly widened. Xia Zhiyun's abdominal muscles are not the style of tendons, but the kind of thin muscles that stick to the bones and bones, with broad shoulders, a deeply sunken waist, and a pair of straight and powerful long legs under the bath towel.

　　Gulu~~ Ling Ziyou swallowed.

　　Xia Zhiyun, who was still nervous about his situation, followed his gaze and stopped on his abdominal muscles, and his eyes became dark.

　　"What do you want to do?"

　　"Would you like to try it out?"

　　"Is it okay?" Ling Ziling asked blankly, staring at his abdominal muscles.

　　"Ah..."

　　Xia Zhiyun chuckled softly, and Ling Ziyou finally realized that he had asked a rogue question, and his face turned red. He was pushing the door to close it, but was blocked by Xia Zhiyun.

　　"I'm bringing you a hangover soup. After drinking so much wine at night, why don't you drink a little of this hangover soup?" Xia Zhiyun's voice was gentle and had an imperceptible bewitchment.

　　Ling Ziyou's confused mind suddenly remembered that he was abnormal, and he sniffed the room vigorously.

　　"Did something burn in the room?"

　　"There is incense. What's wrong? Are you not used to the smell?"

　　Xia Zhiyun pushed the door panel harder, and Ling Ziling, who was holding the door handle, was staggered. Xia Zhiyun walked into the room with an awe-inspiring attitude and walked towards the corner of the room.

　　"There is incense here. Aren't you used to it? If you're not used to it, I'll put it out for you."

　　Ling Ziyou still held the door and watched Xia Zhiyun's movements. I saw him casually placing the soup in his hand on the table, taking out an incense burner from the corner, opening the lid and preparing to extinguish the incense inside.