Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Qiao Cheng frowned and looked at the past with disbelief in his eyes. "Do you want to sleep with me

Dormitory beds, at most can sleep under a person, two people stay in the same bed, not waiting for the heat to die, they were squeezed alive.

How does the man's brain grow in the end, a good big boss, must go with him to squeeze a small bed in the dormitory.

"It's not clean outside. I feel dirty." Near the University, hotels are open for couples, who knows how many pairs of mandarin ducks roll on a bed.

The news also said that in some hotels, there are cameras to record the time when lovers get along with each other.

Then take out the video, secretly put it on some unhealthy website to sell.

"You know so much." Qiao Cheng looked at him with a smile. The man's expression was too cute. His eyes were moist and innocent.

It's white and soft like the steamed buns just out of the canteen in the morning. It's warm after a bite.

The opposite seems to eat people like, Lin Jinan magnanimously on Qiao Cheng's line of sight.

After living with each other for a few lives, he knew what Joe was thinking in his heart with just one look.

The other party only liked him a little bit, but Qiao Cheng's love was about to overflow from his eyes. However, the party concerned was still a fool, slow to respond, and didn't know anything about it.

Two people go to the boys' dormitory. The housekeeper's aunt has a good memory. The faces of the men who come in and out of the dormitory are basically familiar. It may be a little difficult for strangers to muddle through.

But Lin Jinan was lucky. Auntie SuGuan didn't bring her eyes today. She could only look at people's faces. So he went fishing in troubled waters.

Qiao Cheng walked in front of him. His long legs went up the stairs. Lin Jinan followed him. From his point of view, Qiao Cheng's legs were straight and slender.

Especially good-looking, looking up at his waist, thin, shoulder and waist ratio is absolutely, is the standard mentioned in the book.

Although Qiao Cheng pointed at him with the back of his head and left a figure behind him, he was handsome in every way.

The footsteps behind him suddenly stopped and didn't keep up with him. He had to climb three more stairs to get to the dormitory building.

Qiao Cheng stopped and turned to look behind. Lin Jinan was lazy again.

He put his hand on the railing and took a breath. His mouth was slightly open, and he could hear a slight gasp.

"So tired? This is the fourth floor. " Qiao Cheng held his arms in his arms with a trace of irony in his voice.

Well meaning is that the mouth is a little poisonous.

Lin Jinan did not like to roll a white eye, he simply gave up and sat on the marble steps, "I'm old, can't compare with your young and strong boy."

"When you're old, you're looking for a young man to roll the sheets?" Qiao Cheng almost burst out laughing. He went down, grabbed the man's arm and went upstairs with half arms.

Lin Jinan was just like the prisoner who was being held. He looked at the boy's side face and put out his voice of bitterness, "you are really poisonous."

"Is it? I didn't notice. " Qiao Cheng was honest. People who had contact with him said that he was cold and cold, but he didn't say anything about his poisonous tongue.

Men's concerns are strange.

“……” Lin Jinan didn't speak. He had to climb the third floor to have a rest.

Qiao Cheng is a devil. He is tough.