I was rented monthly after I became a virtual boyfriend

The lingering ending was prolonged, and it cunningly penetrated into Su Heran's heart, making him numb with electricity.

Su Heran's heart skipped a beat.

Xiaohe, what a long-standing name, only one other person in this world has ever called him that.

Memories flooded my mind involuntarily.

Xiudu adjusted his sleeping position, but couldn't hear the response in a daze, and repeated: "Xiaohe—"

The uncomfortable snort brought Su Heran back to his senses. He let go of his subconsciously frowning, tightened his grip on the phone, and tried to speak in a natural tone, "I...I've got something serious to tell you."

"Little Crane." Xiu Du's voice was muffled, but his tone was like that of a child making an excuse to escape, "I'm drunk and feel a little uncomfortable."

He clumsily unbuttoned the shirt one by one, took it off and threw it aside, revealing the exquisite and smooth muscles of the upper body, with just the right amount of wild beauty.

When the temperature cools down, it is more comfortable to lie on the bed like this.

Through the phone, Su Heran could only hear the messy sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

"Yeah." He reluctantly responded to Xiao He, feeling that the other party was not too drunk to communicate, and tried to say: "Today there was a black post on the Hoshino TV forum."

Xiudu lay on his stomach and muttered, "Yeah."

Su Heran heard that he could still respond, so he continued: "The content of that post is outrageous, but it's all rumors. I'm sorry to involve you this time. Xu Shikai and I have taken screenshots and saved evidence to report..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"I'm so bored." Xiudu didn't listen to a word, turned over on the bed, caught a glimpse of the computer out of the corner of his eye, pointed at it and said, "I don't want to go to work, I want to play games."

"So addicted?" Su Heran wanted to laugh.

From the other party's erratic language purpose, Su Heran finally determined that the benefactor was really drunk.

Too drunk to communicate normally.

Xiudu said unconvinced: "I'm only 27 years old!"

Su Heran tried to say that the business failed, but he was not in a hurry to hang up. A lot of bad thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart, and he joked: "Yo, an elderly Internet addict."

While talking, he turned on the recording software, preparing to record Jin Zhu's embarrassing voice after drinking, and laugh at him another day.

Just as he was about to press record—

The benefactor sighed, and said desolately: "Is there someone to accompany you to work? You can talk casually, but you can't go to work. You have to play games with Xiaohe!"

Su Heran's hand froze.

"Only play games with Xiaohe!" Xiudu stubbornly patted the phone that hadn't responded for a long time, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Su Heran was completely speechless.

In his heart, the benefactor has always been a person who doesn't talk too much, although he jokes occasionally, but generally has a mature, gentle and introverted personality.

Such a person should not have friends.

Only play games with Xiaohe?

How lonely it is to place hope on a netizen who has never met across the screen.

He was so lonely before.

"Is there really no one to play?" Su Heran suppressed his displeasure, for a long time he couldn't hear any movement except for the sound of steady breathing.

He thought the benefactor had fallen asleep, so he laughed, and whispered to himself: "When I was in the orphanage, no one played with me. I told you that people will be bad or they will get nothing. Very selfish, after I had a friend, I tried my best to occupy it, and I was angry with anyone who played with him, and I even bribed him with the most precious spicy sticks, but he couldn’t eat spicy food at all.”

Hidden secrets have been revealed again.

Su Heran felt like laughing when he recalled how he was madly pestering people just because of a little thought.

But there's no shame in talking to a half-asleep drunk.

But he didn't expect that the benefactor was not asleep at all.

Xiudu smiled, and said incoherently in a calm voice: "I can't eat spicy food either, you...the spicy strips are so spicy."

After speaking, he smacked his lips, as if he really tasted it.

Drinking misleads people.

These four big words came to Su Heran's mind, wondering if the benefactor would regret it if he knew what he did when he was drunk when he woke up.

He said with a smile: "You are not him."

"I am!" Xiu Du refused to accept.

After speaking, he seemed to feel that he was not convincing, so he added: "If you don't believe me, watch the video!"

Su Heran: "..."

"Would you like to see it!" Xiudu was full of confidence.

Su Heran was silent, and unknowingly remembered the white shirt that the other party had appeared for a few seconds. Driven by his curiosity, he was driven by the dissatisfaction of confronting the other party, and unexpectedly said: "Yes."

His tone was not firm at all.

I regretted it when I said it, and just as Su Heran was about to hang up, a video invitation popped up on the screen.

"Look and see!" Xiudu said.

Su Heran hesitated for a few seconds, then gently tapped the connection with his slender fingers.

The picture trembled for a while before it fully appeared, and with a thud, Xiudu became dizzy, his arms couldn't support his head and fell into the pillow.

Su Heran was staring at the phone screen in the dim room, only seeing a few strands of black hair sticking up, and...a large bare/exposed back.

The other party was not wearing a shirt, because the hands were supporting the bed, the butterfly bone on the back was raised high, and the warm yellow light shone on it, full of tension.

The word sexy came to mind again.

Su Heran's gaze moved down the spine uncontrollably until it landed on the cloth with a string of letters written horizontally, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

He didn't know when a thin layer of sweat broke out on his hands. After realizing what he saw, he turned away in a panic, hung up the video fumbled, and buckled the phone on the pillow.

The only light source in the room was deprived, and it was plunged into darkness again.

Su Heran raised his hand and ruffled his hair, trying to find his thoughts from the inexplicable tension.

After a while, the voice of the benefactor came again, and said in a proud tone: "You see, I haven't seen you yet."

Not fair at all.

"Let's talk about it later." Su Heran was in a mess.

Xiu Du refused to let go and said: "Then pull the hook, otherwise you will go back on your word."

Su Heran picked up the phone again, the fluorescent light from the screen was projected on his face, revealing a thin layer of red on the bottom of his neck.

He was made even more uncomfortable by the other party's begging voice, so he casually said, "La hook, pull hook."

The business can only be left for tomorrow, and I don't know what kind of moths I will make if I continue to chat with this drunk.

He recalled the video just now, the benefactor seemed to be living alone with no one to take care of him, how dare he drink like this.

Afraid of drunks being foolish, Su Heran threatened: "Sleep, otherwise there will be no games to play tomorrow."

He seemed to be intimidating a schoolboy who wanted to play with the computer.

But it works.

When Xiudu heard this, he immediately got into the bed peacefully and tidied up the corners of the quilt.After struggling to speak for a long time, he smiled and said contentedly: "Good night, little boyfriend."

"???"

Su Heran finally broke his guard. He sat up on the bed and sat up on the spot. He was unreasonable but at a loss for words, and retorted: "You fucking...who...who is your little boyfriend! You have admitted the wrong person!"

Can this be fucking nonsense?

As if Xiu Du had never heard of it, he repeated it stubbornly: "Good night, little boyfriend."

"..."

Su Heran suddenly felt that he was sick, and was so sensitive that he was struggling with addressing issues with an unconscious drunk.

It seemed that he was a little preoccupied and cared too much.

Drunks are really scary.

Su Heran resisted the urge to curse, and tried to pretend to be calm: "Good evening, drunkard."

The author has something to say:

I looked at his trousers and still didn't admit that he was a little boyfriend, a scumbag (cough)

Xiu·Zhenzui Dajiu·Du: []

A certain man surnamed Su is about to lose sleep all night because of being molested (doge