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Xu Qingdu won't get drunk and go mad. Although this makes song Zhiye's brain AChE, he won't yell for no reason.

As long as you don't offend him, everything is easy to say.

Song Zhiye pushed his suitcase to the sofa in the rest area on the first floor and put it away. Then he beat his waist and walked towards Xu Qingdu. He took his wrist and put his hand on his shoulder. The other hand carried him up the stairs with his belt.

Xu Qingdu's steps were all in the air. After he raised his foot to a step, he leaned on Song Zhiye, half closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Well, I can't walk."

Song Zhiye is extremely regretful at this moment. When everyone in the base said that an elevator was to be built, why did he say that it was only the third floor anyway, and that he couldn't even walk a staircase, which was not the physical quality that a professional E-sports athlete should have.

Why does he live on the third floor? Why should he suffer such sufferings when he carries the man all the way and drags him to his room? He is just a 25-year-old boy!

Finally, on the second floor, song Zhiye stood on the platform, holding Xu Qingdu's waist with one hand and tightening the guardrail at his hand with the other hand, breathing heavily with his mouth closed.

Too tired.

Why did he think that the pol base was not far away when the man said there was no place to go, and he thought that he could bring this man back to the base?

Finally, on the third floor, song Zhiye threw the man to his bed and immediately withdrew all his strength, lying on the bed and slowly returning blood.

Too tired.

Lying on the bed, sleeping with his eyes closed, song Zhiye's hot sweat slowly subsided, and the cold feeling of spring gradually climbed onto his body.

"Hiss!"

Song Zhiye suddenly woke up with cold, trembled and smart, and immediately turned over and sat on the edge of the bed. Turning his hair, he appeared to be lying beside a man who was sleeping regularly.

Xu Qingdu's face was red. He didn't know whether he was frozen by the weather all the way back, or was smoked by the drunkenness that did not disappear. White as if just painted out of the wall's face a bit more ruddy, it seems to be a lot of spirit.

When song Zhiye was staring at Xu Qingdu, he seemed to feel cold in his thin clothes. He held his shoulders in his hands and turned half his body in the direction of song Zhiye.

Song Zhiye, who had already seen his stupidity, stretched out his hand and touched the man's red ear. Suddenly, he drew back his hand as if the temperature on his ear was too hot.

He patted Xu Qingdu's body and found that his shirt was full of coolness.

"Tut."

Song Zhiye sighed inexplicably. He went to his closet, took out two sets of clean pajamas, and jumped to the cabinet in the door to find the remote control of the air conditioner and turned on the air conditioner in the room.

"Alas."

The wild God, who killed a rare opponent in the world, put his pajamas by the bedside and looked at Xu Qingdu, who was sleeping quietly with his body curled up. Suddenly, he felt that it was not good for him to lie on his own bed like this.

So, song Zhiye filled the bathtub with hot water, but he didn't know what he thought of and locked the door of his room. Then he walked back to the bed and stripped Xu Qingdu clean. Finally, he carried the man on his shoulder and dragged him into the bathroom.

"We are all men. What are we afraid of?"

Song Zhiye, who was talking to himself, put Xu Qingdu into the hot water. He opened a shower and took a shower at random. Then he took Xu Qingdu out of the hot water.

In the end, song Zhiye, the one-stop service man, put on his pajamas, turned off the light and went to bed happily.