Ms. Quan, who is male

The next day.

When Quan opened his eyes, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

He glanced at his side, and the wrinkles on the pillow and the sheets proved that people were still asleep here before. Quan stretched out his hand to touch it. The sheets were cold and there was no residual body temperature. Obviously, the person who had been sleeping here had already gotten up.

It's been a while.

Quan stared at the location next to him for a while.

"snort."

Turn over and look at it with the back of your head.

He was a little anxious when he turned over, and his muscles were tying the wound. But his injury recovered well, which was a slight sucking and it was nothing serious. I believe that the bandage should be removed in another day or two.

This time was later than when he had woken up in the past. But to be honest, he had nothing to do, and his eyes were sore and lazy, so he was rarely stuck in the bed for a while.

"Dongdong"

The door of the room was knocked on.

Although Quan heard it, he didn't want to respond.

The man knocked on the door obviously didn't expect his response and opened the door.

Quan pulled the quilt and covered it directly on his head, making him look like a snail.

"You don't feel so nervous."

Even if there was a layer of quilt, the spring could clearly hear the man's voice and the asymptotic footsteps.

After a while, a piece of sank beside the spring.

The man sat beside the bed, patted Quan on the back, and said, "I know you are awake, get up, wash up and eat."

Quan still didn't say anything.

Zhongyuan also sighed helplessly, and simply took up the quilt with the person and put it on his legs, and then pulled out the spring buried in the quilt like garlic cloves.

“…”

“…”

The two looked at each other.

"Well, that's what..." Zhongyuan Zhong also spoke first, with a faint pink on his cheeks, looking a little embarrassed.

But before he could finish his words, Quan's cheeks bulged up quickly as if he was full of breath, and then he tilted his head unhappily and hummed.

"..." Alas, let's bear it. Who made him cry with this spoiled bag yesterday?

Having said that, he didn't do anything too much last night and didn't do the last step - after all, there was still injury on Quan's chest.

But after this time, he saw how much trouble this little bastard could have, and he was simply a little trick.

After kissing for a long time, I hugged it tightly, making it itchy... In short, I started to get angry after a slight dissatisfaction, and refused his closeness.

But his resistance was more like acting coquettish than resistance. Moreover, once his movements slowed down and gentler, he glanced at him with another look, as if saying: Are you okay?

Zhongyuan:...Haha:)

Later, Zhongyuan finally figured out the nature of this little bastard who was disgusted with integrity.

After everything calmed down, the little message, who had been lying from beginning to end, began to think that he was in good physical strength again.

Zhongyuan Zhongya: "..." I think you just need a lesson.

Then Zhongyuan really practiced his "learning" to him.

The final result was... the tears in the spring were like opening the gate to discharge the flood. After that, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up this morning, my eyes were swollen.

So, Quan unilaterally had a quarrel with Zhongyuan.

"Okay, get up and have a meal." Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed Quan's messy head.

Quan didn't say anything and buried himself in the quilt.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took out his killer weapon: "I also bought a small cake, but your injury has not healed yet, so you are only allowed to eat one."

Then, slowly, a hand stretched out from the quilt wrapped in the spring, and gestured a few times like bargaining, finally spread out a slap and raised five fingers.

"..." Zhongyuan Nakaya pressed his finger back without saying a word, leaving only two, and said, "There will be no more."

Two is just two.

The fountain, who had negotiated the price, came out of the quilt.

After washing up, Quan sat at the dining table and had breakfast with Zhongyuan.

But what surprised him a little: "You did all these?"

"What?" Nakabara also drank a sip of miso soup, raised his eyelids indifferently, and glanced at Izumi sitting opposite him.

"If I'm not busy, I cook myself. Is there anything strange about it?"

"...No." Quan buried his head and took a sip of the soup, muttering, "It's pretty good..."

Since it was made by Zhongyuan Zhongya, Quan took the initiative to take over the follow-up work of cleaning and cleaning.

Zhongyuan Zhongya held his chin and watched him work in the kitchen. The fluffy short tail behind the home clothes was shaking in front of him, and he was in a very good mood.

This little slut is a little bit slutty when he is on the bed. He may be troubled, but he is obedient and sensible after getting off the bed.

When Quan finished packing up and sitting down with the cake plate, Zhongyuan Zhong also asked him: "I bought a ticket, do you want to take the Ferris wheel?"

Quan split his attention a little from the cake and said warmly: "I said yesterday that if you have a plan, then follow your plan."

"Huh? Is that right?" Zhongyuan Zhong also touched his chin and thought, saying, "Then we will still be in the bed..."

"Bang"

Izumi slapped the fork on the table expressionlessly and said coldly: "Please allow me to refuse solemnly."

After enduring it, Zhongyuan couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha……"

The laughter was refreshing, but Quan was sulking for what he was amusing. He snatched the little cake in front of him that was not moving, and used the strawberry on it as someone's head, poking it with a fork like venting anger.

"Eat quickly, I'll take you to a place."

“Where?”

Zhongyuan also reached out to wipe the cream from the corner of Quan's mouth, but did not tell him the answer, but just said, "You will know later."

Quan looked at him in confusion and muttered, "Mysterious..."

After eating the cake, Quan leaned against the back of the chair and didn't want to move. Zhongyuan also changed into a leather jacket and sat down opposite him, looking quite cool.

When Quan got up to change his clothes, Zhongyuan Zhong also specifically reminded him to wear trousers and take another coat to keep the cold.

"...Oh." Quan was still confused, but since he said that he would follow the plan arranged by Zhongyuan Zhongye, he would not deliberately go against him.

It is still fun to make people deliberately mess with their temper in bed, but if they get along like this, it would be too ignorant. In a relationship, both parties are equal, so why only one of them gives and accommodates unconditionally

The other party?

However... children who can cry and act coquettish will have candy, and some men just eat this. This is the experience gained from staying in Huajie for ten years and observing countless men's fountains.

After packing up and going out, Zhongyuan Zhong also held Quan's hand and took him to the garage.

But he did not stop in front of several cars he used to drive, but kept leading the Quan forward until he stopped somewhere.

This is a separate area, with helmets and tool boxes on the display rack, as well as some repair and maintenance and cleaning related products.

The most important protagonist in this area is obviously the row of motorcycles arranged side by side.

But at this moment they were all covered under a dustproof cloth, and the appearance seemed to be no different.

As of now, Quan still doesn't know that they should be on a motorcycle later.

Although he had never sat on this thing, he had seen many of them during his renting house.

Some young night owls rode this thing in the middle of the night, and the accelerator blew loudly and galloped on the road like a whirlwind.

Therefore, his impression of motorcycles is that they are fast and noisy.

He didn't expect that Zhongyuan also liked this kind of thing... But when he thought about it carefully, it seemed not that surprising?

Zhongyuan also took two helmets from the display shelves and threw one of them to Quan.

Seeing that he had successfully caught it, Zhongyuanzhong walked to a car and uncovered the dustproof cloth.

It was a heavy motorcycle that looked wild.

Zhongyuan Zhong is not tall, but his body proportions are excellent. He has long legs and rides on a motorcycle and supports it with one foot.

He put in the car keys, put on his helmet, raised his chin, and signaled to Quan to come over: "Get into the car and take you for a ride."

Quan looked at his free-spirited smile and his heartbeat actually missed.

"Why are you standing there? Come here."

"oh oh!"

After realizing it, Quan subconsciously ran to the car, holding the helmet given by Zhongyuan Nakaya in his hand.

Zhongyuan Zhong also told him to put it on and let him roll his hair in.

This was the first time Quan wore this thing, and the other party asked him to put his long hair in. He tossed it for a while, and then Zhongyuan Zhong also helped him to wear it successfully.

With a "click", Zhongyuan Zhongya clasped Quan's helmet and pinched his nose intimately.

"Get in the car."

"Um."

He finally knew why Zhongyuan Zhong also specifically reminded him to wear trousers.

"It's very fast, remember to hold me tight."

"Um……"

Quan Ru wrapped around his waist as he said, but he didn't use much force. He grabbed the two corners of his clothes on the side of his waist with his hands, obviously not realizing what he would encounter next.

The accelerator was sensational, and the overbearing motorcycle engine sounded like a thunder, and it exploded in my ears in an instant, especially loud in the quiet garage, which made Quan unable to help but tremble.

It was naturally felt in the Central Plains, but his chuckle was covered in the roar and was not heard by Quan.

"Hurry up, little dear."

He reminded him again loudly.

Quan felt his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He used to be just trying to grab the other person's clothes. Now, after hearing the other person's reminder, he tightened his heart for some reason and subconsciously hugged his waist.

Zhongyuan also grinned.

"Let's go—"

When his feet loosened, the motorcycle rushed out like an arrow from a string.

The sound of the wind and the roar roared in my ears, and the spring could hardly hear any sound next to it.

The surrounding scenery turned into afterimages during their high speed, passing by in a flash.

In the breeze, the only person who can feel and rely on seems to be the only person in front of him.

Quan couldn't help but tighten his arms.

Zhongyuan, who felt his movements, also asked him loudly: "Are you scared?"

Quan closed his eyes and almost used all his strength to shout at him: "I'm not afraid!"

"Okay, it's faster next-"

"Ahhhhh bastard-!!!"