Paranoid president, he is inappropriate [wearing books](BL) (MTL)

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

    The faucet was running flabbergasted.

    Ji Mianzhu looked down at the transparent water flowing through his hands, but he couldn't help thinking about other things in his mind. For example, how to develop a top-level good figure in a short period of time, so as not to be compared.

    All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind like shooting stars.

    It wasn't until the hands that had been warmed by constant exercise gradually cooled down under the action of the ice-cold water, and the fingertips became cold, that Ji Mianzhu suddenly regained his senses. He laughed for a moment, sighed that he was useless, and reached out to turn on the faucet.

    Ji Mianzhu was about to turn around when suddenly a hand reached out and pressed it on the marble countertop beside him.

    The hand was broad, with well-defined joints, and the movement on the table was strong and familiar.

    Ji Mianzhu was taken aback.

    He maintained the motion of getting up and leaving, and glanced at the other side, and sure enough, he saw the same hand on the other side of the table. The other side trapped him in this corner.

    A hot breath came from the back of his neck, all of which brushed against his sensitive skin, penetrated into it, and felt numb, as if the pores were trembling. Ji Mianzhu couldn't help shaking, raised his head, and saw the person behind him in the mirror, it was Jiang Lian who had come over at some point.

    Jiang Lian stared at him with a fierce expression, like a beast that found its prey. Ji Mianzhu looked at him in the mirror, and was confused by the blackness in his pupils, as if his soul was about to be sucked away.

    He froze involuntarily.

    However, he was too familiar with Jiang Lian's feeling. Even though his body was stiff and a little uncomfortable, he unconsciously told himself that it was nothing.

    There was heat coming from the back, and it was Jiang Lian's chest that leaned over, and was pasted together through two thin layers of clothing. Even if it wasn't firm yet, Ji Mianzhu could feel the intense temperature that seemed to melt people, and even the shape of the beautiful abdominal muscles that he had only seen not long ago.

    Jiang Lian put his hands on the table and leaned over slightly. He was tall and tall, and the space formed by this movement was like a cage, just trapping Ji Mianzhu here. Looking in the mirror, the posture is really unsightly, and it reminds me of something bad.

    The tip of Ji Mianzhu's ear burned, he cleared his throat and expelled the waste from his mind, then with a little strength, he turned around in this corner made by Jiang Lian, and turned to face Jiang Lian.

    However, in the next second, Ji Mianzhu realized that this was really a wrong decision.

    Due to the small space, he could have concealed it by bending over, but after turning around to face it, the shortcoming of the narrow space became more obvious, and the space for him to move became even more stretched. Ji Mianzhu had to lean back against the edge of the marble countertop, leaning back slightly, and still managed to hold Jiang Lian's arm to maintain his balance.

    So the posture is even more unsightly.

    The crimson at the tip of Ji Mianzhu's ears gradually spread to his cheeks.

    He took a steady breath, and after a few seconds, he asked in a normal voice as much as possible: "Why did you come here, are you     not having a