Fortunately, on the way back, a taxi happened to drop off nearby and was stopped by Tan Jingyang.
He stuffed Ji Zhun into the car, and got in with him.
The driver seemed to smell the alcohol on the two of them, and looked at them repeatedly from the rearview mirror.
"Why are you two here? You ran so far in the middle of the night." the driver asked.
Jizhun had a terrible headache at the moment, and he really didn't have the energy to answer. He lowered the windows to get some air, but Tan Jingyang pressed his hand and raised them back.
"Don't blow the wind, or it will be even more uncomfortable." Tan Jingyang stopped Ji Zhun in a low voice, and then nodded politely to the driver master, "Student's birthday, we have dinner at a nearby farmhouse." The driver responded: "Look at your
friend Did you drink a lot? Be careful not to throw up on my car, I just washed the car." "
Hey, don't worry." Tan Jingyang smiled softly, and changed into the usual face of the deputy class cadre.
I have to say, it works very well. The driver didn't say anything along the way.
The scenery outside the car window gradually became crowded again. Tan Jingyang looked sideways at Jizhun, only to see him leaning on the back of the seat with his eyebrows frowned, his lips pursed into a line.
The neon lights of the city reflected on his face through the window, dancing with colored spots. A ray of red happened to land on Ji Zhun's neck, outlining his sharp collarbone.
Tan Jingyang's eyes darkened, and she couldn't help turning her face away, tapping her index finger lightly on the leather cushion.
"Where are you going?" Ji Zhun asked with his eyes closed.
"Your house." Tan Jingyang paused, "Or my house."
"Why go to your house, so many people can't fit in." Ji Zhun opened his eyes and said softly, "Master, stop.
" As soon as he stopped, he slammed open the door and jumped down, leaning against a tree and throwing up again with a "wow".
"Ouch, look at how my car was almost stained." The driver shook his head repeatedly and said to Tan Jingyang, "Young man, I'm in a hurry to change my shift. Why don't you try another car?"
Tan Jingyang knew that the driver was afraid that Jizhun would vomit again, so he made a random excuse, what shift is at this hour?
But he didn't point it out. He glanced at Jizhun under the tree, paid the driver quickly, and got out of the car.
In fact, the contents of Ji Zhun's stomach had been vomited out a long time ago, and now it's just retching.
Tan Jingyang helped him along his back, and the palm of his hand touched his obvious spine through the fabric of the clothes, feeling the heat from his skin.
"Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Ji Zhun waved his hand with his back to him, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Help me find a hotel nearby, and go home drunk like this, you're so cute My sister has to break my dog legs."
Tan Jingyang nodded and searched for nearby hotels with her mobile phone. During the period, he also walked to the side and called Cheng Zui, telling him that he would not be going back tonight.
"Are you looking for Ji Zhun?" Cheng Zui's calm voice came from the phone.
"Yeah." Tan Jingyang replied heavily, "He can't go home after drinking too much, and I don't feel at ease leaving him outside."
Cheng Zui was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Okay, I see."
Just when Tan Jingyang was about to hang up the phone, Cheng Zui suddenly shouted again: "Brother Yang!" He paused, then sighed, "You know what I want to say." Tan Jingyang's deep eyes darkened
again In the dark, he turned his head to look at Jizhun under the tree.
"Well, I know how to measure." He responded lightly.
The two of them looked for several hotels in succession, but probably because of the weekend, both high-end and ordinary hotels were already fully booked.
Finally, we found a home in a relatively remote alley, and there was only one big bed room left.
"That's it." Ji Zhun tiredly handed his ID card to the front desk.
The young lady at the front desk took it and looked at Tan Jingyang next to him: "You have to show yours too." "
Oh, he doesn't..." Before Ji Zhun could finish his words, he saw that Tan Jingyang had already pulled out his ID card. Passed it over. He looked at Tan Jingyang in surprise.
"I don't trust you like this." Tan Jingyang didn't even look at Ji Zhun. He waited until the front desk finished registering and took the room card, and then said, "Let's go." Ji Zhun stood there for a long time without moving, using only the
remaining The few brains have enough capacity to think about what Tan Jingyang wants to do? He was afraid of avoiding him before, but now he actually said that he wanted to stay and take care of him? A lonely man and two men share a room with only one bed. No matter what he thinks...the
elevator dings. Tan Jingyang presses the door button and turns to Ji Zhun and says: "Go upstairs." Ji Zhun takes it back with a sigh of relief
. Without thinking, he still followed Tan Jingyang into the elevator.
After seeing them leaving, the lady at the front desk immediately took out her mobile phone and sent a row of "!!!!!!" in a group called "Crazy!"
The elevator rose slowly, and the feeling of weightlessness made Ji Zhun feel dizzy again.
In the cramped space, Tan Jingyang's brandy scent mixed with the smell of alcohol inevitably lingered in his nose. Ji Zhun touched his nose and moved to the side.
Tan Jingyang seemed to be staring at the changing number of floors the whole time, but in fact he had a panoramic view of Ji Zhun's subtle movements, and he frowned slightly.
"Actually, I'm fine." Jizhun said with half-lowered eyes.
"You don't mind?"
"Huh?" Ji Zhun subconsciously looked up at Tan Jingyang and met his dark eyes. For a moment, I felt that those eyes were like whirlpools, and they would be sucked into the depths if they were not careful.
"Or are you scared?" Tan Jingyang curled his lower lip, stared at Jizhun and asked softly, "Huh?"
"Oh, I'm afraid what are you doing." Ji Zhun smiled, but still turned his gaze away.
For the first time, he felt that Tan Jingyang's slightly taller height than himself would be so oppressive in this narrow environment.
The two walked to the door of the room, and Tan Jingyang swiped the door open with the room card, and inserted it into the electric tank.
There was a damp musty smell in the room, after all, it was not a high-end hotel. But at this moment, Jizhun couldn't care less, he opened the window to ventilate, and reached into his pocket to touch the cigarette again.
As soon as he took one out and put it in his mouth, Tan Jingyang took it directly.
"Go take a shower first, and then go to bed quickly." Tan Jingyang put the cigarette on the ashtray and sat down in front of a chair nearby.
Ji Zhun originally wanted to ask him how he could sleep on a bed later. But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back, thinking that it would be better to let Tan Jingyang, a top student, do such a difficult question.
He nodded, turned and went into the bathroom.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of running water from the shower that Tan Jingyang's shoulders relaxed a little and slumped.
He picked up Ji Zhun's unsmoked cigarette again and held it between his fingers, leaning towards the fire and lighting it.
Only then did he feel a hint of alcohol. Tan Jingyang put his elbows on the armrests to support his head, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
The drainage in the bathroom was very poor, and a lot of water accumulated on the floor even after washing for a while. Ji Zhun didn't want to step on the floor with bare feet, so he could only wear the disposable slippers provided by the hotel.
The foam of the shampoo was hanging on the water. Ji Zhun felt sick and wanted to wash his feet quickly and then go out. As a result, his center of gravity was unstable and he slipped. His body suddenly fell backward, and the back of his head hit the wall with a "thud".
"Ah!"
Tan Jingyang heard Ji Zhun's short exclamation and a muffled sound suddenly coming from the bathroom. He stood up quickly and rushed over, pushing the door open.
In the foggy bathroom, Ji Zhun was sitting naked on the floor with his back against the wall, frowning and covering his head.
The rain shower head was still pouring water on him.
"Jizhun!" Tan Jingyang didn't care whether he would get wet or not, and went to help Jizhun while there was stagnant water.
"Fuck, it hurts-" Ji Zhun's voice was trembling now, but he still waved away Tan Jingyang's hand and tried to stand up.
"Where does it hurt?!" Tan Jingyang panicked and touched the back of Ji Zhun's head. Ji Zhun grabbed his hand and gasped, "Hey, don't touch it."
Tan Jingyang's hand stopped, and in the next second, Ji Zhun was beaten straight away. Hug him.
"No, no, I haven't finished washing yet!"
"You're still washing your ass!" Tan Jingyang cursed angrily, carried Jizhun out of the bathroom, and gently placed him on the bed.
"Wait, I'll get you a bath towel." Tan Jingyang pulled the curtains and quickly went back to get the bath towel. Just as Ji Zhun was about to wipe it, he raised his hand again to block it.
"Don't want that, it's so dirty." Ji Zhun was in pain, but he didn't forget to make mistakes.
Tan Jingyang took a deep breath, took off the close-fitting clothes under his coat, threw it to Ji Zhun and said, "Take it and wipe it!"
After that, he took the bath towel and wiped Ji Zhun's wet hair.
The air suddenly became quiet. Ji Zhun held Tan Jingyang's clothes in his hand, which still contained the other person's body temperature.
Tan Jingyang bare his upper body and wiped his head with a dark face without saying a word. Only then did Ji Zhun realize that he was still in a sexual state.
His face turned red all of a sudden.
At this time, Tan Jingyang really didn't have any other wrong thoughts, he was only afraid that Ji Zhun would have another concussion.
He carefully wiped the watery hair of the other party, and asked worriedly, "Are you dizzy? Do you feel sick?"
Seeing that the other party didn't reply for a long time, he stopped and reached out to lift Ji Zhun's chin.
"That's no nonsense, of course you'll be dizzy if you drink too much." Ji Zhun hurriedly avoided, and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, the head bump wasn't hard." "Are you sure?" Tan Jingyang asked with a frown, "Where does it hurt
? "
Tail, tailbone."
Jizhun rubbed Tan Jingyang's clothes on his body with some embarrassment. Just before he fell, he instinctively supported the wall with his hands, avoiding his vital parts, but his buttocks still sat on the ground hard.
"Do you want to go to the hospital to take a film?" Tan Jingyang asked.
"Probably not." Ji Zhun took a breath and tried to move his body.
Fortunately, the pain has begun to ease now.
He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his body to get up from the bed again, but Tan Jingyang grabbed his shoulders tightly.
"What are you doing again?" Ji
Zhun pursed his lips, and his voice softened a little: "I want to wash it again, but I feel very uncomfortable now."
Tan Jingyang looked at him, the impatience in his eyes was a little weak by the other party The appearance was soothing, and gradually calmed down.
At the end, he took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said in a low voice, "Let me help you."
Seeing Ji Zhun's hesitation, Tan Jingyang turned around flatly and searched for towels in his bag without looking back Said: "Don't worry, homosexuality doesn't mean you have to kill every man you see." From
the corner of the eye, he noticed Ji Zhun's obviously flustered expression, and a self-deprecating smile flashed across Tan Jingyang's eyes.
...
After helping Jizhun take a shower, he watched him lie on the bed and put on the quilt. Tan Jingyang zipped up his jacket and left the room without saying a word.
Just when Ji Zhun thought that the other party had gone back, he walked in again carrying a plastic bag, and took out a bottle of medicinal wine from it.
"Turn around." Tan Jingyang said in a low voice.
Ji Zhun was startled, but he turned over obediently and turned his back to Tan Jingyang.
Tan Jingyang sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifted up Jizhun's T-shirt, and pulled down his trousers a little. Then he poured some medicinal wine, rubbed it on his palm to warm it up, and put his hand on Jizhun's tailbone.
When Tan Jingyang touched his skin, Ji Zhun couldn't help but tremble. The fingers holding the pillow tightened suddenly, and the knuckles of the fingers protruded.
"Is this strength okay?" Tan Jingyang rubbed Ji Zhun and asked.
"Yeah." Ji Zhun buried his head in the pillow, and threw out a random joke to ease the embarrassment, "The service of technician No. 10 is very good, and I will give you a good review later." But Tan Jingyang didn't answer his stalking at all, just kept
silent She continued to massage him.
At this time, only an orange desk lamp was turned on in the room, and the warm light covered everything around with a soft light mask.
The weight of Tan Jingyang's strike was very appropriate, and Jizhun felt that the pain in his waist was gradually easing, followed by a hot tingling sensation.
"It's all blue." Tan Jingyang said lightly, his voice sounded a little hoarse.
For some reason, when Ji Zhun heard this voice, his whole body went numb as if he had been electrocuted.
"Cough, just press it, don't look around."
Ji Zhun buried his face deeper into the pillow, and said to himself that it's good that Tan Jingyang can't see his expression now, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to tell.
But he also didn't see that Tan Jingyang's earlobes were already red to the point of bleeding behind him.
Because of the effort to restrain himself, the hands massaging him were trembling.
"Okay." Tan Jingyang helped Ji Zhun pull up his trousers, turned around and walked quickly to the window.
He opened the window and took a few breaths of fresh cold air. The obvious changes in his body told him that he must not turn around at this moment.
With her back to Ji Zhun, Tan Jingyang reached for the cigarette case from the table and lit a cigarette, smoking silently.
Brigadier General Ji was covered back by the lifted T-shirt, turned over carefully and lay on his back, resting his head with one arm, and half-raised his eyes to look at Tan Jingyang.
After Tan Jingyang finished smoking, she picked up the clothes she had just used to wipe Ji Zhun's body from the bed and went to the bathroom.
During this period, the two of them remained silent.
Hearing the sound of flushing from the bathroom, Ji Zhun sighed softly, then reached out to the bedside table and turned off the lamp.
After Tan Jingyang finished washing his clothes and came out again, the room was already plunged into darkness.
He thought that Jizhun must have fallen asleep, so he quietly returned to the seat and sat down again, intending to stay like this until dawn.
"Tan Jingyang."
Ji Zhun's voice suddenly came out from the darkness, sounding sober.
Tan Jingyang was stunned for a moment, but still responded in a low voice: "Huh?"
Ji Zhun didn't speak for a long time, just when Tan Jingyang thought that the other party was just talking in sleep, he said again lightly:
"Have you fallen in love with someone?" He paused, and then said, "I still know this person."
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