Zhao Jingting was about to explode with anger, but in the end he followed Xie Lun out of the side hall obediently. Zhao Jingting was about to argue with Xie Lun when he was pulled into the dormitory by Xie Lun.
As soon as Xie Lunfu entered the dormitory, he was so busy opening the closet to find clothes to change into. His coat was stained with tears and snot. He was a very clean person and couldn't bear any sloppiness. After changing his clothes, , when he turned around, he saw Zhao Jingting standing behind him with a gloomy face, staring at him. His eyes were so fierce that Xie Lun was startled: "Why are you looking at me like this? I'm scared." Damn you, young master!”
Zhao Jingting became even angrier and his face turned uglier: "Is that kid interested in you?"
Xie Lun was startled, then became happy: "What? Are you jealous of Shan'er?"
"Shan'er?" Zhao Jingting's face turned pale, "You call him Shan'er?"
"Doesn't it sound familiar to call her like that?" Xie Lun chuckled. He had never seen Zhao Jingting look like this before, let alone he was quite lovable.
"Do you need to be so close to him?" Zhao Jingting said coldly, while asking angrily, "Why did he do that just now?"
"What's going on?" Xie Lun sat on the soft couch and poured a cup of tea to drink. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Jingting, "Zhao Jingting, what exactly do you want to say?"
Zhao Jingting was about to explode with anger: "Xie Lun, you know better!"
"How come I know it if you don't tell me?" Xie Lun suppressed a smile and rolled his eyes at Zhao Jingting, deliberately wanting to tease the anxious old man for a while longer.
"That's it!" Zhao Jingting stepped forward and took Xiaoji off the soft couch, then lay down on it without taking off her shoes, resting on Xie Lun's legs, while still holding Xie Lun's waist, while staring at Xie Lun, "That's it! Why did he touch you?!"
"Isn't that nothing?" Xie Lun looked at Zhao Jingting condescendingly, with an indifferent expression on his face, "He is still a child, what is there to be angry about? And he still uses his hands and feet? Bah! You really dare to think about it!"
"Child? Have you ever seen a child who is seven feet tall, tall and strong, and smells like alcohol?!" Zhao Jingting was so angry that he sat up again and glared at Xie Lun, "Does he have feelings for you... for you? What are you thinking about?"
"Zhao Jingting!" Why are you so glaring?"
Zhao Jingting's arrogance suddenly dropped by half, but he still muttered: "Then I can't touch you."
"Look at your potential!" Xie Lun pursed his lips and smiled, and said in a deep voice, "He has been depressed recently. You were telling me yesterday that something had happened to this kid, too. You asked the master to barbecue and planned to invite him to drink together and talk about what was on his mind, but today I, my close brother, only comforted him a few words, but you made peace with me. "
"If I knew you were so comforting to him, then I would have done it instead," Zhao Jingting muttered, lying down again, resting on Xie Lun's legs, humming, "I'm not in a good mood, and so are you, my dear brother. Please comfort me, please?”
The corner of Xie Lun's mouth twitched: "... Zhao Jingting, do you want to be shameless?"
"Shameless," Zhao Jingting turned around to face Xie Lun's belly, put her arms around Xie Lun's waist, and said sullenly, "Don't comfort others like that in the future, no one can do it."