What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 25 Moving

Tan Jingyang was woken up by thirst in the middle of his sleep, feeling like a fire was burning in his throat.

After waking up again, his eyes twitched, and he stared at the ceiling for a moment without knowing what night it was.

Surprisingly, he just drank it all...

The people around him seemed to feel his movement, they frowned and turned over in their sleep, facing Tan Jingyang.

A hand lazily stretched out and placed it on his lower abdomen.

Tan Jingyang's pupils shrank suddenly!

No, the person lying on the side is not Tan Le!

Stiffly, he slowly turned his head to look at the sleeping face of the other party. Through the dim skylight through the curtains, he saw that the collar of Ji Zhun's pure cotton T-shirt was slightly open, revealing his ivory white neck and prominent collarbone. And through the thin clothes, the skin touching each other was feeling real warmth.

Tan Jingyang bit the tip of his tongue hard, damn it wasn't a dream!

"Hiss-" Ji Zhun's eyelashes trembled and he muttered dissatisfiedly in a hoarse voice, "Tan Jingyang, you bastard, I'm going to die from you." Tan Jingyang: "?!" Bastard, tortured to death,

hiss

. ...No matter how you listen to them together, it feels ambiguous and damn bad.

The hand on his lower abdomen continued to release the heat that made Tan Jingyang feel like he was sweating on his back and his palms were wet.

He clenched and unclenched his fist several times, then took a deep breath and removed Ji Zhun's hand from his body.

"Ji, Jizhun." When Tan Jingyang spoke, his voice was still trembling, "Are ... are you okay?

"

I vomited everywhere, and I apologized to the front desk for a long time."

"No, but how could I be in your bed? And..." Still shirtless!

"Why don't I let you torment Tan Le?" Ji Zhun stood up and reached for the cell phone on the bedside table to check the time. "Your clothes were also stained. I washed them and hung them in the bathroom. I guess you can dry them in the morning." "Ah, yes.

" Tan Jingyang pursed her lips, her mind still buzzing.

Seeing Tan Jingyang's embarrassed look, Ji Zhun showed a playful smile on his face.

"Don't worry, little brother, I didn't do anything to you~"

Tan Jingyang "..." I was afraid that I would do something to you.

"I'm going to the toilet." Tan Jing raised her body, feeling top-heavy again. He went to the cabinet and unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, gulping down most of the bottle.

There was a dripping sound in the toilet. Tan Jingyang turned on the light, closed the door, looked at the hanging clothes on his clothes, took them off, twisted them twice in the sink, and hung them on the handle outside the door. .

Then, he sat on the toilet and lit a cigarette, and he breathed a long sigh of relief after several puffs.

The memory gradually came back, and the farce in the hospital resurfaced before my eyes. Tan Jingyang knocked on the cigarette body, pressed the phone to look at the latest call record. It was the landlord upstairs from the massage parlor who called and asked him if he had thought about it. He was about to be admitted to the hospital.