Standing up straight, Qi Bai's mouth twitched and he looked up at a certain cleanliness: "Mr. Jiang..."

The two were so close, he could feel Yu Fang's body stiffen.

As the weather turned warmer, Jiang Jianzhi's jacket was draped over his arms, and he was wearing two pieces of clothes. The sweater and shirt were soaked in liquid and stuck to the skin, and the wet and sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.

But compared to the bad clothes... Jiang Jianzhi's brows and eyes drooped, his eyes fell on Qi Bai's face, and he didn't speak and couldn't see his expression.

Professor Jiang pursed his lower lip at first, remembering the touch just now, and froze again.

The little boy who was catching the elevator politely apologized, saying that he missed the car at the cram school, and that he was a little anxious when it was dark when he came back late, so he didn't hit Qi Bai on purpose.

The little boy is round and looks particularly pleasing, and when he apologizes, there is still anxiety in his eyes, which makes it impossible to blame.

Seeing that Jiang Jianzhi's eyes were silent, Qi Bai opened his mouth to comfort the little boy.

On the nineteenth floor, Jiang Jianzhi was not allowed to drag him this time, and Qi Bai took the initiative to follow him out of the elevator.

After all, it's a bit too much to just slap the butt and leave after pouring milk tea all over the person.

The two kissed in the cafe, and they still slapped arrogantly in front of Zhao Yuankai and Jiang's mother, Jiang's father, so Qi Bai didn't take the mistakes in the elevator to heart at all.

Knowing Jiang Jianzhi's level of cleanliness, and seeing that he has not spoken all the way, Qi Bai knew that he was in a bad mood at this time, and asked him to take a shower and change clothes after entering the door.

Jiang Jianzhi was about to go to the bedroom to get a change of clothes, but Qi Bai pushed him into the bathroom:

"I'll take it for you after I wash my hands, you go take a shower first."

This body of milk tea spends more than one second on the body, and it will be uncomfortable for another second.

Professor Jiang wanted to refuse, but he didn't know what to think, and was finally pushed into the bathroom by Qi Bai.

The latter also kindly helped him with the door.

Looking at the embarrassed person in the mirror, Jiang Jianzhi's eyes unconsciously turned to the lips of the person in the mirror.

"Mr. Jiang, which wardrobe are your clothes in?"

Outside the door, Qi Bai, who had packed himself up, raised his hand and knocked on the door. He didn't flip through the clothes with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

With his thoughts gathered, Jiang Jianzhi took off his uncomfortable clothes that smelled of the sweet smell of milk tea, and calmly spoke:

"Third from left to right."

After Qi Bai responded, he said, "Then I entered your bedroom?"

After hearing Jiang Jianzhi's "um" sound, Qi Bai walked to the room where he slept.

After knowing each other for so long, Qi Bai has never entered Jiang Jianzhi's bedroom, pushed open the hidden door, and entered...

Uh, as always, the minimalist style seems to have nothing to say.

Jiang Jianzhi's bedroom had only one bed, two bedside tables, and a row of wall cabinets. Other than that, there was no furniture, making the room a bit empty.

Qi Bai's bedside table is filled with air conditioner remote control, power bank, signature pen, steam eye mask and other miscellaneous things, and the bay window is also piled with a pile of debris, but Jiang Jianzhi's bedroom is clean and tidy as if no one lives:

The quilts and pillows were neatly placed, the bay window was empty, not even a blanket, the marble looked cold, one bedside table was clean, and the other had a very familiar picture frame.

Qi Bai walked over and took a closer look, it was the painting he had given Jiang Jianzhi before.

"Tsk." Qi Bai picked up the picture frame and looked at it. He was very interested to think that Jiang Jianzhi was looking at a person who was strangely cold and didn't eat the fireworks.

You put your own portrait on the bedside table, do you want to open your eyes and close your eyes to appreciate your beauty?

Putting down the picture frame and opening the third wardrobe, Qi Bai was shocked by the obsessive-compulsive wardrobe again.

Under the astonishment, Qi Bai couldn't help whispering to himself:

"What the hell? Professional storage organizers can't achieve this effect, right?"

Qi Bai, who thinks that he hangs all his clothes so that they don't clutter up, is neat and tidy, and he is ashamed.

Qi Bai casually picked up a set of pajamas for Jiang Jianzhi, before closing the cabinet door, remembering that he didn't take any tight-fitting trousers.

Now running to the door of the bathroom to ask Jiang Jianzhi where his underwear is a bit strange, Qi Bai's eyes moved down, and he stared at the drawer below.

Isn't Jiang Jianzhi's underwear neatly folded and placed together?

With such a messy mind, Qi Bai reached out and pulled the ring of the drawer.

The matter of 'taking other men's underwear' is not within the knowledge of the theory masters. Even though there is no one else around, Qi Bai's face is still a little warm.

Uncomfortably uncomfortable.

The drawer really contained Jiang Jianzhi's personal clothes, but instead of stacking them together as Qi Bai thought, they were rolled up one by one and packed in grids.

How to see it, it looks like a show from a certain treasure underwear seller.

Qi Bai: "..."

He has a new understanding of Jiang Jianzhi's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

It's no wonder that every time he goes to his house, this person turns into Mr. Tianluo.

Once at Jiang Jian's house, Qi Bai had the illusion that he was living in a pig's nest.

The rolled up underwear could not see the whole picture, and the embarrassment plummeted. Qi Bai took a roll and stuffed it in his clothes, closed the cabinet and went out.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, Qi Bai knocked on the door, but there was no response.

When Qi Bai knocked for the second time, the sound of the water inside stopped, and he vaguely heard the footsteps of Jiang Jianzhi coming.

The bathroom door of Jiang Jian's House doesn't know what material to use. The upper part looks like frosted glass, but it doesn't look like it.

Qi Bai can even judge how far Jiang Jianzhi is from him from the shadow projected on the door.

"immediately."

It was Jiang Jianzhi's voice, a little hoarse under the steaming heat.

Outside the door, Qi Bai, who was originally focused, heard this, and his thoughts suddenly swayed.

Known: There is a man inside the door, and not surprisingly, a naked man.

Know again: There is a man holding a naked man's clothes standing outside the door, and this man is still a gay who can turn into a mosquito coil and circle the earth 800 times.