Drunk years

Washing hair with one hand is indeed a test. Xia Jianxing carefully protects his injured hand from getting water, and at the same time applies shampoo in a hurry, because he is afraid that the water from the shower head will splash on the wound. Gang Qiu Han took off the shower head.

Xia Jianxing closed his eyes to touch the shower head, and because his hands were too slippery after applying the shampoo, the shower head fell to the ground, his eyes were covered by the foam of the shampoo, and he couldn't open them. At this time, he took off all his clothes It's too late to ask Qiu Han to come in and help, so Xia Jianxing had to squat down by himself and grope for the naughty shower head on the ground.

How could the ground be too slippery? When I was standing, I leaned against the wall to stabilize my figure so as not to fall. I bent down and just took a small step forward. The bare soles of my feet stepped on the shampoo foam. You didn't sympathize with Xia Jianxing because he was a wounded person. He slipped him down in response. Xia Jianxing instinctively protected his right hand and fell to the left. The sound of his body touching the ground said whether it was big or small, but It was enough for Qiu Han, who had been standing at the door without moving away, to hear it.

In fact, when the shower head fell to the ground just now, he had an urge to rush in, and now he was even more upset, and he pushed the door open and rushed in, regardless of the etiquette.

The situation was better than he imagined, the heart that was about to rush to the throat slowly fell back, Xia Jianxing had already sat up on the slippery ground, the foam on his hair turned into water, flowing down his cheeks, The neck twisted and slid a little bit to the chest and back. It seems that the foam around the eyes has not dissipated, and he still has his eyes closed.

"Are you okay?" Qiu Han walked over quickly, avoided his right hand and helped him stand upright, then picked up the shower head that had fallen at his feet, and said softly, "Keep your head down, don't open your eyes, and put your head down on the water."

If there is a real hole in the world, Xia Jianxing hopes to arrange one for him immediately, he urgently needs to get into it immediately, or use the method of memory loss, so that Qiu Han can forget his embarrassing side just now.

Fortunately, Qiu Han didn't say much, but quietly helped him wash his hair, washed his hands and took out a dry towel beside him, like wiping a child's face, and wiped off the water on his face, Xia Jianxing slowly opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, he happened to meet Shang Qiu Han's gentle gaze. Xia Jianxing's heart sank when he watched him, his eyes drooped, and the blush that had just receded crept up his neck to the tips of his ears.

Xia Jianxing thought it was funny again, he was 32 years old, probably this time he forced out all his shyness for so many years.

"Don't move, it's not good to fall again. I'll wash it for you. You just... just treat me as a tool." Qiu Han's voice was a little hoarse, and it was too difficult to force himself to be a saint, but in front of him was a man who made him fall in love. .

Qiu Han squeezed out the shower gel and put it in his palm, lightly supported Xia Jianxing's injured right arm with one hand, stroked his body with the other hand, and slowly applied the shower gel. Xia Jianxing only felt that his hand was burning with electricity, , with a kind of magic power, which made Xia Jianxing tremble and suffocate, and the raging fire ignited wherever his hand touched seemed to swallow Xia Jianxing whole.

The reaction from a certain part of the body became more and more obvious. This is probably what Xia Jianxing can recall. It was the only spontaneous reaction in the past few years. Such a strong reaction, clamoring, standing up, there is no way to avoid it, there is no way to hide it .

When Qiu Han moved his hand to his lower abdomen, he was stunned. His old face was no less red than Xia Jianxing. He didn't know Xia Jianxing's inner activities, nor did he know that Xia Jianxing had a hidden disease. He just thought it was a normal reaction of a man. However, he is different, he is a man who likes men.

I can't go on being a saint, and I don't want to be a saint anymore. When desire comes to mind, reason doesn't know where to go. Offend it.

Qiu Han turned behind Xia Jianxing, held his injured hand and wrapped it around his waist instead.

"Close your eyes, and imagine my hand as your own." Qiu Han whispered in Xia Jianxing's ear, men know men best, if you don't get rid of them at this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight.

Xia Jianxing wanted to push him away, but the strength of his hands and feet seemed to be drained, and he couldn't even stand firmly. The strength in his body collapsed the moment he was held by him. Xia Jianxing couldn't speak, so he had to He closed his eyes, leaned against Qiu Han, and was "forced" to endure this unbearable suffering.

(Omitted here………………)

Qiu Han hugged Xia Jianxing, who was trembling all over, for a long time, until he was out of breath, picked up the shower head again, adjusted the water temperature to help him rinse off.

"You..." Xia Jianxing spoke with a hoarse voice, "You don't need...do you need me to help you?"

"My clothes are also wet. You get dressed first and go out. I'll be fine after taking a shower."

Xia Jianxing didn't dare to look at Qiu Han, and didn't dare to stay any longer, and rushed back to the room as if fleeing, and closed the door.

After listening to the movement outside for a long time, Qiu Han took too long to take a bath, so long that Xia Jianxing fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning. The biological clock woke up Xia Jianxing at around 6:30 on time. Xia Jianxing was just about to get up to wash up. The discomfort in his right hand reminded him that he was still on vacation. The absurd scenes of last night flooded into my mind.

Xia Jianxing hissed and covered his face, God, this face is embarrassing!

Xia Jianxing got out of bed lightly, not daring to make a sound, wondering if Qiu Han was still sleeping, he fell asleep first last night, and didn't call him, he should know to sleep on the sofa.

There was no one on the sofa, and he was nowhere to be seen in the bathroom or the kitchen. Just when Xia Jianxing was about to make a call, he saw a note next to his cell phone: The porridge is in the pot, the eggs are on the egg steamer, and he left beforehand. Pay more attention to the wound, Qiu Liu.

Xia Jianxing walked into the kitchen, the porridge was in the rice cooker, and the keep warm time showed that it had been kept warm for two hours, that is, it was cooking porridge around four o'clock in the morning. Did this person stay up all night?

To say that he is busy at night is still possible. The store may be busy and needs his help, but now, what can he be busy with?During the chat yesterday, he was still saying that to give Hongfei the opportunity to be independent, the operation of the entire store, from procurement to finished products, should be handed over to him, and he can monitor it from the rear.

Unless, he is escaping.

Run away from what happened last night.

The author says:

(Omit here………………………… See VB@is Muzitong (VB name is just five characters, it doesn’t matter whether you read it or not~~)

Please copy the link and open it in your browser to watch

Drunk years