The next morning, Jiang Yao was a little confused about how he had crawled out of Duan Zhuxian's bed.
Not far away, Duan Zhuxian was sitting on the long sofa where he was supposed to sleep.
It was obvious that he had just woken up. His hair was hanging in disarray in front of his forehead, and his eyes, hidden deep under his brows, were a little hazy with the remaining sleepiness, diluting his fierce aura.
He doesn't seem as cold-blooded and mean as usual.
Jiang Yao flexed his knuckles and rubbed his slightly aching temple, trying to get rid of the remaining influence of alcohol, but he still had no memory of changing beds.
Isn't it going to black out again?
Last time, after drinking too much, he failed in his attempt to grab the bed and was pinned down by the winner and did whatever he wanted to him. This was the second greatest humiliation in his life.
The first one was the time when Duan Zhuxian denied their friendship on the spot.
With a hoarse voice, he asked Duan Zhuxian suspiciously: "Did I drive you out of bed?"
Duan Zhuxian didn't answer, and stood up after a while: "It's eight o'clock, pack up and go downstairs for breakfast."
His expression and demeanor were so calm and composed.
This made Jiang Yao feel that Duan Zhuxian agreed.
After all, Duan Zhuxian has always been such a pretentious person. When he occasionally beat him in exams at school, he always acted as if nothing had happened and did not bother to argue with the world. God knows how many exercise books he secretly studied after returning home.
However, since it was a fight for territory, there would inevitably be a fierce battle, and Duan Zhuxian would never give up the bed to him easily.
But Duan Zhuxian didn't look like he had been treated violently by him. His meticulously carved face was still so perfect that it was infuriating, without even a single red mark.
Is it possible that he was hit in a place covered by clothes?
Jiang Yao thought about it and secretly observed Duan Zhuxian while he was changing clothes.
With his upper body naked, Duan Zhuxian paused with his hand on the waistband of his pants and glanced at Jiang Yao.
"If you want to watch it, watch it openly."
"Fck, who wants to look at you..."
Jiang Yao took a long step, jumped off the bed, turned around and went into the bathroom to wash up, running faster than a rabbit.
After he left, Duan Zhuxian continued to take off his clothes.
He had stabbed Jiang Yao on purpose just now.
Jiang Yao's gaze on him was too presumptuous and too entangled, like a hook that scratched from head to toe, and he wanted to look deeper through his clothes.
In the early morning when his willpower was at its weakest, he was able to see his reaction directly.
*
Jiang Yao went downstairs before Duan Zhuxian. Duan Zhuxian was late, and no one knew what he was doing in the bathroom. He came in after a while, with steam on his body, as if he had just taken a shower.
When the two of them were sitting face to face, Jiang Chen was still sleeping upstairs.
This was the first time he and Duan Zhuxian sat at the same table to have breakfast after their breakup.
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[BL] Is it too late to cancel the wedding ?
RomanceDescription: The day after getting drunk, Jiang Yao was shocked to realize that something was wrong.The other party who disappeared, leaving only a note and a mobile phone number, was the person he hated the most in his life - Duan Zhuxian. They met...