The Devil of the Walking Street

Lan Ming was carried all the way back to the church.

After struggling to no avail, he chose to put on a cat ear hat, and then buried himself in Swell's arms to avoid being seen by almost no passers-by.

The Archbishop said it was very helpful.

Back at the church, Qi Wei's placement became a problem.

There are only two rooms in the attic.

Lan Ming: "Why don't you open a room in a hotel outside?"

Hadley thought of the cruel sword girl that day, and immediately vetoed it: "No, no, no, she will definitely kill me when she wakes up."

Swell looked at Lan Ming, and Lan Ming looked at Swell.

The boy frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't like outsiders sleeping in my room."

"... But," Swell was about to say something, when he suddenly remembered that he had just shared the bed with someone yesterday. According to this theory, he was not an "outsider" but an "insider"—the archbishop was elated.

Siweier said seriously: "You guys sleep in the living room."

Hadley looked at the living room where there was only a low sofa, and he was still holding the girl in his arms. He couldn't help questioning: "There is only one sofa—"

"Did I tell you to sleep?" Swell raised his eyebrows, "The sofa is for girls to sleep on."

Hadley: "...What about me?"

Swell took it for granted, "Just turn into a husky."

After the gray-haired young man put the girl in his arms on the sofa, he straightened up and wanted to discuss life with Swell, but when he saw the white light gathered in the palm of the other party who seemed to be inadvertent, he finally succumbed to the lust: "... good."

Swell nodded with satisfaction: "This must be excellent."

Lan Ming didn't want to listen to their nonsense anymore, he yawned, took off his sweater and held it in his hand: "I'm going to take a shower."

Swell hummed, and glanced at the upper body of the other party who was only wearing a tight patent leather jacket, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Hadley smiled lewdly: "Is that sexy underwear?"

Lan Ming paused as he walked towards the bathroom, then turned around, staring straight at Hadley with scarlet eyes.

The demon's tail flicked slowly and regularly, seemingly carelessly but as if he was always paying attention to every move around him.

Under the intimidation of the pure-blood demon, Hadley was once again very spineless. He lowered his head, whimpered miserably, hid behind the sofa, changed into a "husky", and got out of his clothes.

Lan Ming smiled in satisfaction, and turned back to the bathroom.

Swell folded his arms in amazement: "Actually, you don't need to be afraid of him. I guess the witch's poison has not fully recovered."

Huskies looked at the man with a flattering light in his eyes.

Swell: "It's me you have to be afraid of, the landlord of all of you—understand?"

Husky nodded obediently.

The bathroom in the attic is not at the same place as the washstand. After Lan Ming took a change of pajamas and bath towels, he took off his clothes and put them next to the washstand, then went into the bathroom, locked the door, and started to turn on hot water.

Swell leaned against the door of the bathroom and played with his mobile phone.

After checking the news for a while, the man heard a strange voice.

Whose phone is ringing?

Swell opened the door and locked it casually. Following the sound of the vibration, he reached into the pocket of Lan Ming's sweater.

The archbishop took out the opponent's kidney 6, and what was displayed on it was a string of strangely unknown numbers.

Swell knocked on the bathroom door: "Honey! I have your phone!"

The sound of the shower in the bathroom stopped, and the boy's muffled voice came from inside: "What?"

"There's your phone—still ringing!"

"Hmm... help me get it."

Lan Ming's hands were full of foam. He fumbled to unlock the bathroom door. A gust of cold wind came in. The young man shivered and poked his head out: "Help me pick it up."

Swell only felt a gust of hot air rushing towards his face. He saw the little devil sticking out his red cheeks, his hair was full of white bubbles, he was obviously washing his hair—probably a little careless, the foam at the corners of his eyes forced him to close his eyes tightly .

Half of the young man's body was hidden behind the door, only revealing his white and tender shoulders covered with drops of water, glowing seductively under the bathroom heater.

"Is it cold? Then I'll come in."

Swell rolled up his sleeves. Although he didn't know the meaning of what he did, but the other party believed in him so much, if he didn't do something, wouldn't he be sorry for the waiting audience.

He pushed open the bathroom door and broke in, then raised his foot and closed the door: "It's cold outside in winter, don't catch a cold."

The young man didn't quite know what was going on now. It was pitch black in front of him, and he could only hear the vibrating sound of the mobile phone in front of him: "...Oh."

"No need to wipe!" The man's voice was short: "I'll pick it up for you."

Why are you so kind...

Lan Ming was a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't think too much about it. He raised his foam-stained hands aside, and felt the phone close to his ears. Substandard Mandarin came from the receiver, mixed with words from somewhere. dialect:

"Hello, sir, this is China Merchants Bank. Your bank card is abnormal and needs to be frozen. Please..."

Lan Ming was confused: "?"

The phone was cut off halfway through the conversation, and a man's voice sounded in the small confined space: "Scam call."

Lan Ming: "...Okay."

Neither of them spoke for a while, and there was silence in the misty bathroom.

Affected by the depressing silence, the boy's heart felt a little trembling: "...you can go out, I haven't finished washing my hair yet..."

There was a clicking sound of metal objects hitting the glass table in the bathroom.

When Lan Ming heard this, he was reluctant: "Put the phone outside for me. Putting it in the bathroom will shorten the service life-what are you doing!"

He felt his shoulders being held down, his body turned around forcefully, and his whole body was pressed against the cold tiled wall by the opponent.

Swell's low, sexy laugh rang in his ears.

[Let's talk about what happened in the bathroom the day after tomorrow]