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Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan without saying anything.

Duan Feifan looked over the parking lot: "You..."

"Now." Jiang Kuo said.

"What?" Duan Feifan turned around.

"Now," Jiang Kuo said, "Just talk now, I don't have as good patience as you do. I'll find something wrong with you when I get off the car and I can hold it in for a day."

"Those guys are still waiting for another round," Duan Feifan said, "We suddenly disappeared."

"Where are those people? Isn't you going to play if you can't find us?" Jiang Kuo said, "You have to be afraid that they can help you with an excuse..."

"I'm not afraid of them asking." Duan Feifan frowned, and wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.

He turned directly to the locker room.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Kuo followed. "Change clothes," Duan Feifan said, "Now."

"No," Jiang Kuo was puzzled, "You have to change your clothes when chatting for a while? You can finish your conversation."

Duan Feifan had already started taking off his snow suit. After hearing what he said, he stopped again: "Do you just want to talk a few words?"

"I didn't say it." Jiang Kuo stared at him.

"You just finished speaking." Duan Feifan continued to take off.

"Okay," Jiang Kuo also started taking off his snow suits. "Let's go to my room to chat, clean, let the restaurant send some food and drinks into the house, and chat while eating."

Duan Feifan laughed.

Jiang Kuo paused in his movements. In fact, he had been seeing Duan Feifan's smile these days. But this time, he felt the long-lost pleasure.

It cannot be said that it has been a long time since he first discovered something wrong with Duan Feifan. Since then, the unity has not been long for the time being, but this atmosphere is like being buried in a can of glue that is getting thicker and thicker on the fire, and it feels long for a second.

Although I don’t know what Duan Feifan will talk to him.

But it doesn't matter anymore, you can talk about anything.

You have to wait until the second you chat to know. Even if it is something he doesn't want to hear, it will be comfortable before the second you hear it.

When he walked out of the snow suit hall, the north wind slapped over him. Duan Feifan quickly zipped the jacket to the highest level. I don’t know if he had just finished exercising and has calmed down now. It feels much colder than before.

Or maybe it's just because of uneasiness.

Even the shoulders are a little sore.

This may be really skiing just now, and novices don’t relax anywhere.

It is very close to the hotel, and you will arrive after a while.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything on the way, not knowing what he was thinking.

Duan Feifan glanced at him and found that he pulled the zipper of the down jacket to the hat, only revealing his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo asked in his hat, "Go away quickly."

When he returned to the hotel, when he passed by the corridor desk, Jiang Kuochong waved to the waiter: "Grilled chicken wings, popcorn, coke, and then bring the bronchial sparkling wine to my room."

"Okay Mr. Jiang." The waiter nodded.

"Popcorn and Coke?" Duan Feifan asked, "Where are you watching a movie?"

"It's not that I can't watch it," said Jiang Kuo, "I'm mainly a little hungry."

"Let's just digest lunch..." Duan Feifan said.

"Isn't that also digested?" Jiang Kuo said, "so hungry."

I have returned to the hotel. There is no wind, the temperature is suitable, and it is even a little hot. However, when Duan Feifan walked towards Jiangkuo's room, he suddenly felt cold again.

The shoulders are still sore.

He tilted his head and pinched his hands on his shoulder twice.

Jiang Kuo, who was following behind, suddenly reached out and touched his shoulder.

His hands were cold, but Jiang Kuo's fingertips were warm. The touch was not so obvious because of the temperature, but there was still a series of thrilling sounds clearly wherever he went.

He turned his head and looked back.

Jiang Kuo had already withdrawn his hand, quickly stepped forward from him, took out the room card and opened the door.

This room is a suite, outside the living room, with a bedroom, the same floor-to-ceiling window outside the yard.

The sun is very bright now, and half of the room is bright and warm.

Jiang Kuo closed the door.

"Is there water in the refrigerator?" Duan Feifan walked to the small refrigerator, "I just drank a little bit tired of coffee..."

"Duan Feifan." Jiang Kuo called him.

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan responded and turned around.

Before he could see Jiang Kuo's face clearly, he rushed over.

Duan Feifan subconsciously took a half step back.

What's wrong, is this going to fight first?

When he wanted to raise his arms to block it, Jiang Kuo jumped up and hugged him.

The momentum of this pounce was quite strong. Duan Feifan was already retreating and was knocked down directly on the sofa behind him with the momentum.

Then the back of his head hit the armrest of the sofa, Jiang Kuo was like a flying cake, and he threw him tightly.

This weight must be filled with stuffing.

I don’t know which part it was, but it made his stomach twitch.

"Jiang..." He had only had time to call out this word.

Jiang Kuo kissed him by inertia.

Duan Feifan felt what the ever-changing changes meant.

My stomach is broken.

The soft lips, the dizziness caused by the moment you touch it.

And my lips may have been cracked.

Sharp tingling.

Jiang Kuo probably felt the pain and his arm quickly supported it.

Duan Feifan covered his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo looked at him nervously, with embarrassment caused by improper operation.

"No." Duan Feifan wanted to get up, but he felt bleeding on his lips.

"Let me see?" Jiang Kuo quickly stood up.

"It's okay." Duan Feifan covered his mouth, walked two steps to the bathroom, and then felt that the back of his head was so painful.

So I touched the back of my head again, and in just a few seconds, I could already touch a swollen bag.

"Let me see!" Jiang Kuo stopped him and pulled down his hand covering his mouth.

Duan Feifan's hands were covered with blood.

They were both shocked.

"Did I bit off your mouth?" Jiang Kuo's voice was so shocked that he raised his voice.

Duan Feifan suddenly wanted to laugh, but when he grinned, he hurt: "Well, it's not just the injury, and the back of his head makes you open."

Because his mouth hurts, he is speechless and it sounds quite scary.

"Okay, stop talking," Jiang Kuo pointed to the bathroom, turned to the table, ready to call, "Roll in, I'll ask them to come here with medicine."

"Oh," Duan Feifan grabbed his arm, "No."

"Is it really not necessary?" Jiang Kuo was very unsure.

"I'll take a look first." Duan Feifan turned on the faucet and glanced at himself in the mirror.

It seemed like someone had just punched him in the face.

He lowered his head and poured water on his face for a while. Seeing that the blood in the dripping water had already faded, he then took two tissues and pressed them on his mouth.

"How is it?" Jiang Kuo kept standing beside him and staring.

Duan Feifan took off the tissue and looked at it.

The blood was gone, and a very irregular hole on the lower lip was clearly visible.

It doesn't seem like someone was punched.

It was like a hooligan kiss and was bitten by someone.
To be continued...