His beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit, and what he saw was the white ceiling, which was no different from usual. He stretched out his hand and groped on himself for a while, and found the main source of gravity - Comrade Jiang Tiedan, a fat cat weighing fifteen catties. He half-squinted, touched the cat's neck familiarly, and threw it under the bed.
But he quickly sensed that something was not quite right - the cat had been thrown down, but something was still pressing on it. He thought that he had recited the book and fell asleep behind his back last night, but when he thought about it carefully... The shape of the weight source is not like the shape of a book, but like...
He opened his eyes and suddenly sat up from the bed, successfully finding another source of gravity - Luo Nanqiu's arm that was tightly holding his waist. He stared blankly at the layout of the room, only to realize that this was not his own room. Not only was the layout completely different, but the room was clearly filled with Luo Nanqiu's breath, the familiar faint mint fragrance.
Jiang Mo was stunned. He really couldn't understand what was going on, and his mind went blank. If he really said what he was feeling at the moment, he might only have the word "*".
Under normal circumstances, people can't remember their activities late at night under extremely sleepy circumstances, and most of them can't remember them the next morning.
Just like him.
Jiang Mo now had no impression of why he was on the bed in Luo Nanqiu's room and why he slept with him again.
"Awake? How did you sleep last night?" Luo Nanqiu was awakened by his startled movement. I don't know if he got used to sleeping too much or what. This time, he didn't panic at all in the face of this situation, and he could even calmly use a lazy voice to ask Jiang Mo how he felt after sleeping.
To put it bluntly, he felt that he was reasonable this time, so there was no need to panic, and it wasn't the first time they slept together.
Jiang Mo's face changed and changed, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. To say that he slept well, he did sleep quite well... good. But he remembered the fat cat of his own that woke him up early in the morning, and the arm of someone who looked lean but really weighty, and suddenly he didn't feel so good.
So he chose a compromise answer: "It's okay."
Luo Nanqiu heard this and commented thoughtfully, "Then it seems that you really didn't recognize the problem of the bed."
After all, he slept three times and the feedback was good - he thought it was good.
Luo Nanqiu rolled over and got up as he spoke. When he said the last sentence, he also picked up the ending. He was in a very good mood, and he didn't have anything else to say at all.
Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows, not wanting to follow his words to delve into the question of whether he recognized the bed or not.
He tilted his head and thought for a while, but he didn't think about the details of how to ask about it for the time being, and he didn't understand why Luo Nanqiu's reaction was so natural.
It's like they sleep together every day!
Taking advantage of Jiang Mo's psychological struggle, the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, and Luo Nanqiu had finished washing up. As soon as he came out, he found that Jiang Mo was still stunned on the bed. He was immediately puzzled: "Aren't you going back to wash up?"
Jiang Mo regained his senses and replied in a muffled voice, "Immediately."
He also got out of bed quickly, and before leaving, he spread out the quilt that he had slept in a bit of a mess.
Class A's learning rhythm and intensity are increasing day by day, and the school also arranges physical training at ordinary times. In order to ensure sleep, Jiang Mo temporarily lost the habit of running in the morning.
So after he got home and cleaned himself up, he took a slice of toast and nibbled it while swiping his phone. As a result, it was just unlocked, and the interface displayed was the call record.
The record clearly shows that Luo Nanqiu made a call at 2:14 in the morning.
And he took it.
The talk time is Nima three minutes and fifty seconds.
Still no impression at all.
What the hell is going on?
"Sure enough, I still have to ask." Jiang Mo couldn't help but mutter.
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