Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Su Hang didn't understand why he slept with Zhao Xuan like this. Not only did Zhao Xuan put his hands on his waist, but his face was also facing him.

Zhao Xuan sleeps very quietly. Unlike other educated youths who inevitably make snoring and grinding teeth at night, he is unusually quiet. The only sound left is his shallow breathing.

Zhu Hongjun was not the only one who was shocked by this scene. Zhu Hongjun didn't know that Su Hang had made an own goal yesterday afternoon. When Zhang Guoli saw this scene, he felt for the first time... two boys could be so good together!

Zhao Xuan doesn't like to sleep face up. He likes to sleep on his side. This position makes him feel safe.

Su Hang and Zhao Xuan are similar. To a certain extent, both of them have had some extraordinary experiences in childhood because of these different experiences.

They always subconsciously choose positions that make them feel safe when sleeping.

Su Hang had no intention of studying these messy thoughts at the moment. He lifted the quilt off almost without thinking, and the coldness of the morning hit Zhao Xuan unexpectedly.

Zhao Xuan... The quilt was lifted, and the cold wind that leaked in gradually woke him up. He felt that the source of warmth around him seemed to have left...

This knowledge made him open his eyes quickly. After opening them for only a second, he couldn't help but close them again. His heavy eyelids seemed to be hot and painful.

This swelling pain made him unable to help but open and close his eyes again and again. This process lasted about three or four times. He finally opened his eyes completely and looked at the situation next to him.

When he looked at it, he was surprised to find that he had rolled onto Su Hang's bed at some point. As for... Su Hang, who had just gotten out of bed, his back looked like a wolf with exploding hair. He couldn't wait to vent his anger and anger. dissatisfied.

Zhao Xuan looked hazy and unconscious. He subconsciously looked at Zhang Guoli and Zhu Hongjun, who were staring at him inexplicably with strange and subtle eyes, and asked them, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Guoli, "..." Well, what was he going to say, that Zhao Xuan was asleep and squeezed into a bunk with Su Hang, both of them sideways, facing each other?

Moreover, before Su Hang woke up, Zhao Xuan's hand was always on his waist?

Zhang Guoli hesitated when he thought of the story-filled experiences the two had.

Just because he was hesitant and hesitant, it didn't mean that others thought the same way, especially Zhu Hongjun, who liked to watch the excitement.

"What's wrong? Your sleeping posture is not good. You squeezed Su Hang into your arms and hugged her. You're just short of having a family member. You have the nerve to ask why?" Zhu Hongjun deliberately teased and winked.

Zhao Xuan, "!" (⊙o⊙)

He really didn't expect this development!

"Kiss, who are you kissing?" he stammered.

Su Hang just wanted to kick Zhu Hongjun, and looked at Zhu Hongjun with warning and cold eyes, who wanted to continue the competition, "Are you too busy?"

Zhu Hongjun, "...I won't even let you tell the truth, forget it."

Zhao Xuan, "..." Really, it's better not to say anything. These words made Zhao Xuan even more unsure.

What the hell did he do?

Unintentional planting creates a shadow, this sentence is most suitable for Zhao Xuan and Su Hang.

Although Zhao Xuan believed Su Hang's statement, he never thought that he and Su Hang would "reunite"!

Su Hang never thought about it. After all, it was just a nonsense. Although he didn't have a blood feud with Zhao Xuan, he was not generous enough to fall in love with the enemy who once scorned him.

Unexpectedly, this sentence directly pulled the two of them into an unprecedented state of mind.

Zhang Guoli touched his nose and glanced at Zhu Hongjun, who was deliberately exaggerating the facts. He was embarrassed to remind him that if things continued like this, Zhao Xuan and Su Hang might both go berserk.

His action made Zhao Xuan almost certain that this incident was not made up randomly. Even if it was exaggerated, it was definitely [-]% accurate.

Su Hang froze, holding a towel, and glanced at the talkative Zhu Hongjun coldly, saying calmly, "If you don't wash up and have breakfast, it will be too late to start work."

A simple sentence, but it instantly choked Zhu Hongjun and even the other male educated youths in the room who were watching the excitement, causing them to rush to wash up.

As for Su Hang, he didn't look at Zhao Xuan at all, pretending to be nonchalant and went outside to wash up with a towel and toothbrush.

Zhao Xuan.

His black eyes silently stared at Su Hang who had walked out the door. He touched his hot ears out of shame. Well, he always slept well. It must have been because the quilt was too small yesterday. he...

He accidentally rolled over to Su Hang's side.

Well, it must be so.

This little episode didn't seem to leave a trace in the hearts of the two of them. Work was done when it was time to do work, and things were done when they should be done.

However, only they know whether they really don't care.

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Zhao Xuan said he wanted to compensate Su Hang for a new quilt, so he went to buy it on the same day. However, this quilt was different from that of later generations. He could buy it if he wanted, so he went to the black market anyway.

Even though all his memories were lost, some instincts were still retained. For example, when he entered the black market, he immediately noticed a young man wearing a black hat. He lowered his hat and leaned slightly against the wall, seemingly basking in the sun.

The man was dressed very simply, and his clothes were even covered in hair. He seemed inconspicuous in this remote and dimly lit alley.

But Zhao Xuan had an intuition that this young man must know more than others, and there might be other ways to help him buy a quilt as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, when he approached him, the young man was very thin, with a tanned face under his hat. His appearance was quite upright, but his eyes were sharp and there was no obvious defense.

Zhao Xuan smiled with his signature smile, his gentle face smiled, both his face and his passionate eyes made people relax unconsciously.

The young man looked inconspicuous, but just by scanning up and down, he roughly estimated that Zhao Xuan was... rich.

Zhao Xuan dared to look for him, and of course he was not afraid of this person's estimation, so when the young man asked him what he wanted to do, he had nothing.

He confidently and decisively said that he wanted a quilt, a thick quilt with eight pounds of cotton.

When the young man saw Zhao Xuan say this, his eyes suddenly changed. Seeing Zhao Xuan's calm expression, he thought he was introduced by someone.

He didn't play any more fictitious tricks, but took Zhao Xuan through several winding alleys and took him to a house.

The door was closed tightly, but the boy knocked several times, quite regularly, three times in succession, a pause of one second, three more times in succession, a pause of one second, and finally two knocks.

The people inside didn't open the door until he knocked eight times. Inside the door was a man in his thirties. He looked at Zhao Xuan with sharp eyes, "What do you want?"