Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Song Huaiju had no way to take him. He leaned over and gently opened his eyes. "Darling, I'll get you water."

After calling for several hours, Lin Jinan's voice was completely mute and could not speak.

The release of obedient fingers, Lin Jinan can not move the body, but he can use the brain.

"Brother Tong, I have made up with song Huaiju." He said happily, his voice full of joy.

"Mr. Lin, I know." The system has been blind for hours, and naturally knows what the host and his men have done.

While sighing at Song Huaiju's physical strength, he squatted in the corner and was sour with lemon.

There is no entity in the system. Naturally, it can't have a relationship with Mr. 1. They usually communicate online and are very pure spiritual partners.

"Ah, ah, I'm so jealous." The system cried and hawed and vowed to make money and use the entity as soon as possible.

Lin Jinan shivered, his system has been blackened.

"Ji Nan, get up and drink water." Song Huaiju goes in with a cup, picks up the man and pinches his face.

"Open your mouth."

One command and one action, Lin Jinan did it very seriously, but Professor Song, who was feeding water, had no idea.

The young man's lips were swollen and red, and he had eaten his food not long ago.

In front of his face, he swallowed it.

Song Huaiju pinches the youth's chin and kisses it.

In the room, there is a "tut tut" sound, Lin Jinan humming in a low voice, feel very comfortable.

When song Huaiju finished kissing people, he fed the youth water. He took a mouthful of it and then crossed over.

Before he went to sleep, Lin Jinan thought that Professor Song, who had been holding for a long time, was really terrible.

……

Up Lin Jinan back pain, from the opening of the games, there is less than a week.

"It can't be done today." Lin Jinan seriously said that he wanted to keep fit.

Song Huaiju is washing clothes for young people by hand.

Song Huaiju loves him and loves him. How can he ask Lin Jinan to wash himself.

Lin Jinan moved a small stool and sat opposite the man, watching him wash clothes.

There are many white bubbles in the washing basin. Lin Jinan touched them with his fingers and daubed them on the man's face.

Song Huaiju's coolness is gone, and there is more smoke and fire.

His eyes looked innocently, with concentration and indulgence.

There are too many marks on his body. On the day of the race, Lin Jinan is going to wear short sleeves.

If he wears long clothes and trousers, he is afraid that he is not tired to die on the track, he will die at the starting point first.

Bubbles flying all over the sky, falling on the man's hair, body.

In broad daylight, the windows of a certain floor of the classroom dormitory building are covered by curtains.

One or two strange sounds reached the corridor, and the teachers passing by looked at Professor Song's house door strangely.

I want to knock, but I dare not. So speed up the pace, as if they are deaf, go upstairs or downstairs quickly.