The water in the bathroom was filled with mist, and the mirror was covered with a layer of mist.

Ning Zhou reached out and wiped it on the mirror, and saw his appearance in the mirror.

The boy in the mirror had delicate facial features. At this moment, his face was slightly red by the heat, his lips were red, his hair was wet, and his cat's eyes were filled with water vapor.

How tempting it is to look at it.

How could Jiang Hangting control himself?

Ning Zhou couldn't figure it out.

There was a bold guess passing by Ning Zhou's mind, and the next moment it was denied by Ning Zhou.

He glanced secretly, it shouldn't work.

Ning Zhou shook his head with a chuckle, shook off the yellow waste in his head, and took the clothes that Jiang Hangting placed aside.

A shirt, a pair of shorts and a pair of new panties.

Ning Zhou stared at the shorts for a while, and suddenly his hands loosened and the shorts fell into the sink. There was still water in the sink, and the shorts were soaked in the shorts.

The boy smiled successfully in front of the mirror, and then put on a white shirt, buttoned his slender fingers one by one until he buttoned the button to the top, being well-behaved and abstinent.

The shirt is obviously from Jiang Hangting.

Jiang Hangting was about ten centimeters taller than Ning Zhou, so that his shirt looked a little wide when he was wearing Ning Zhou, and the hem fell just a little under the boy's buttocks.

But Ning Zhou was not very satisfied with his outfit, so he scooped up a handful of water and sprinkled it on his shirt casually.

The white shirt becomes transparent when it encounters water, and it is pressed against the boy, making the boy's skin appear faintly.

Ning Zhou then stroked his wet hair with satisfaction and walked out of the bathroom.

Perhaps hearing the noise from the living room, Jiang Hangting came out of the kitchen with a glass of honey water.

When he saw the boy standing in the living room, he was stunned.

The boy was wearing a white shirt, and the hem of the shirt just covered the boy's buttocks, revealing his long white legs.

The boy's legs look very good, long and straight, it's not difficult to imagine the best feeling when he is on his waist with these long legs outside the circle.

Part of the white shirt was wet with water and was pressed on the boy's skin. The pink dot looked like a red apple in the Garden of Eden under the bright white light, tempting crime.

The boy was a little helpless, with his hands hanging beside him, and he nervously rubbing the hem of his shirt.

He was barefoot, his round toes curled up restlessly.

Jiang Hangting only felt a stream of heat rushing towards his forehead and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

His hands holding the glass cup couldn't help but tighten. He felt dry mouth for a moment, and he wanted to turn into a wolf and pounce on him.

Ning Zhou didn't seem to notice the changes in Jiang Hangting, and explained shyly and nervously: "I'm sorry, I... I accidentally wet my pants."

The boy's tight voice recalled Jiang Hangting's reason. He forced his eyes to move away from where he shouldn't have looked, only staring at the boy's face.

The boy's slightly nervous expression made Jiang Hangting calm down a little.

"It's okay," Jiang Hangting said: "I'll get you one later, and now I'll drink honey water first."

"Okay." The young man responded obediently and took the honey water from Jiang Hangting's hand. He seemed so shy that he dared not look at Jiang Hangting, but in fact his drooping eyelids were just his cover, and his gaze secretly fell on Jiang Hangting's lower abdomen.

Jiang Hangting was still wearing suit pants, and now he has become tense.

Ning Zhou was relieved to see this change with his own eyes.

As long as you can do it.

Of course, if it were Jiang Hangting, he wouldn't mind Plato, but it would be better to have it than not.

Jiang Hangting knew his reaction very well. He bent down slightly, covered up a little and handed the water to Ning Zhou, and pointed the hair dryer to Ning Zhou, "Go and blow dry your hair, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."

Ning Zhou: "Okay."

Jiang Hangting: "You can do it yourself? I'll take a shower first."

His voice was dumb and dumb because of patience, and he sounded even more sexy.

Ning Zhou wanted to yell at Jiang Hangting: What kind of cold shower is it? I, a living person, stand in front of you. Isn’t it more effective than cold water, right?

But he took the hair dryer honestly and obediently turned on the hair dryer to blew his hair.

As Ning Zhou thought, Jiang Hangting returned to the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a cold shower.

In the end, it was up to my own five-finger brother to solve the problem.

Jiang Hangting went to the cloakroom to change clothes with a bath towel and opened the cabinet door of the wardrobe. The first thing that caught his eye was rows of neat suits, all of which were dark in color.

The clothes in the other wardrobe are very fashionable and energetic. This is what Jiang Hangting has prepared since he started dating Ning Zhou.

Now these clothes are quietly hanging in Jiang Hangting's wardrobe, just waiting for the owner of these clothes to move in.

As for why he didn't change the clothes of Ning Zhou just now?

Mature and steady people naturally do not allow themselves to develop or express their impatient mood.

Of course, Jiang Hangting also has selfish intentions.

He wanted to see Ning Zhou looked like wearing his shirt.

The shirt he once wore was now sticking intimately to Ning Zhou's skin.

Ning Zhou, wearing his white shirt, was indeed as seductive as he thought.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Hangting's breathing became a little deeper. If he thought about it, he would probably not be able to take a cold shower.

Jiang Hangting forced himself to curb his thoughts of breaking away and found a set of home clothes from the closet to change it.

When Jiang Hangting returned to the living room, Ning Zhou was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, lowering his head and chatting on WeChat with someone.

He talked very deeply and did not notice that Jiang Hangting walked towards him.

Jiang Hangting frowned, sat next to Ning Zhou, and asked as if nothing had happened: "It's so late, who are you still chatting with?"

"It's Teacher Song." Ning Zhoutou replied without raising his head, worried that Jiang Hangting didn't know who Teacher Song was, so he explained, "It's the Teacher Song Feng who sat next to me tonight."

Jiang Hangting's voice couldn't help but sink, "I know him."

Ning Zhou was silent again and continued to chat with Song Feng.

Jiang Hangting moved to Ning Zhou, but his good education made him unable to do anything to peek at other people's chats.

Kinzhou was still pressing his cell phone.

Jiang Hangting coughed and asked again: "Do you like Song Feng very much?"

"Yes." Ning Zhou's voice floated up because of excitement, like a loyal fan who talked about his idol. "I am his fan, his acting skills are very good, and I dream of becoming an actor like him."

The boy's eyes seemed to be shining.

But Jiang Hangting was so depressed.

He began to recall how he saw Song Feng tonight: he was about forty years old and looked very calm, and everything fits the four words "maturity and stability". He heard that Song Feng is still single, and then he thought of Song Feng's emphasis and protection of Ning Zhou earlier...

Jiang Hangting was shocked and scared himself.

But Ning Zhou didn't know what Jiang Hangting thought, and added fuel to the fire: "I think I'm very lucky to be able to work with my idol on the first filming."

"You want to cooperate with him?" Jiang Hangting's voice became abnormal for a moment, but fortunately he controlled it in time.

"Yeah." The boy nodded excitedly and talked about his idol. He suddenly opened up and jumped out one by one about Song Feng.

Jiang Hangting was jealous.

At the same time, he also realized a problem: Ning Zhou is an excellent person, and excellent people will naturally attract many gazes, and these gazes must be of the same nature as him. But he cannot guarantee that Ning Zhou will stop for whom he is in the future.

Thinking of this, Jiang Hangting's eyes sank.

He thought he could slowly adapt to Ning Zhou and then work hand in hand with Ning Zhou to the next stage of his life.

But now he found that he couldn't do it.

He had to mark Ning Zhou with a unique mark that belonged to him Jiang Hangting.

Jiang Hangting couldn't wait.

Jiang Hangting suddenly leaned over and kissed Ning Zhou's chattering lips.

It would be better to let this mouth kiss someone else's name than to let it kiss yourself.

The kiss came unexpectedly. Ning Zhou first widened his eyes, then closed his eyes, and responded to Jiang Hangting's kiss awkwardly.

After the kiss ended, Jiang Hangting gasped slightly in Ning Zhou's ear, and the scorching breath sprayed in Ning Zhou's ear, making Ning Zhou curl up his toes involuntarily.

Ning Zhou: "Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Hangting: "What do Zhouzhou thinks about me?"

This was the first time Jiang Hangting called Ning Zhou so intimately, and Ning Zhou's heartbeat was a little accelerating.

His voice was dry, "Mr. Jiang is naturally good."

Finally, I emphasized again, "It's very good."

Jiang Hangting stood up, looked at Ning Zhou's eyes, and said seriously: "Then will you agree to my request to marry you now?"
To be continued...