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Li Huairen struggled for a long time, but still accepted the money.

When the notification sound came, Song Limian had no intention of paying attention to the entanglement of the rebellious teenager, waved his hand to say goodbye to Li Huairen, and told him to remember to send text messages when he got home.

Song Limian took out his mobile phone, Tong Ming sent a message, only two words, how long.

The tone was calm, but the gap between sending messages was rather urgent.

Song Limian replied to him to "discuss again", and then asked him "would you like to have dinner together".

Due to his hasty pace, Song Limian turned the corner of the street in a short time, so he couldn't see Li Huairen's complex eyes and his trembling right hand behind him.

Ten red banknotes were tucked between the boy's fists, ironically revealing their wrinkled corners.

"The event will end in two weeks." Tong Ming reminded him as he walked towards the commercial street.

Song Limian followed behind him, listening to him lamely conceal his desire to go to the bathing center, for some reason, if Song Limian were to change someone, he would suspect that the other party had other intentions, but Tong Ming gave him a simple feeling that he really wanted to take a bath a feeling of.

Although Tong Ming's reason of "afraid of washing alone" is quite funny, but Song Limian believed him absurdly.

Perhaps it was because the other party's expression was too determined when he said this.

So his tone was calm, and he responded with a little indulgence: "Tong Ming, I deliberately came from the first ring to the third ring, do you just want to tangle with me about taking a bath?"

Tong Ming seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and stopped beating around the topic, but the words "otherwise" were written all over his face.

Song Limian stared at him amusedly. Tong Ming's skin was so good that he couldn't help but think of the lychee pudding he just took out of the refrigerator in the afternoon. The smooth and sweet taste could easily stimulate his taste buds.

He put away his imagination and turned to look elsewhere.

Tong Ming was wearing thick clothes today, with a long windbreaker on top, and black trousers covering his slender legs. Song Limian didn't stare at him intentionally, but for some reason behind his buttocks, there was a protruding line from time to time.

Because the windbreaker is sometimes put up and sometimes put on, it is not very clear.

Song Limian thought he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes, and he didn't see anything strange after that.

It was inconvenient for him to keep looking at Tong Ming's upturned parts, so he quickened his pace and walked slightly in front of Tong Ming.

"Don't worry," Song Limian said softly, "ask for leave after dinner."

Song Limian took Tong Ming to an authentic Sichuan hot pot restaurant for dinner.

There was a long queue at the door, and a soap opera of an unknown year was playing on the LCD screen. A group of people sat on chairs and kowtowed melon seeds while marveling at the hysterical female supporting role inside.

Tong Ming was probably tired of the too noisy environment, his brows were so frowned that he could speak for pistachios, Song Limian led him straight to the front desk, reported his surname, and the waiter invited them to the private room closest to the corner.

Song Limian ordered a mandarin duck pot in advance, the red and white soup in the partition was gurgling and bubbling, the air conditioner in the private room was too hot, Tong Ming took off his windbreaker and put it on the back of the chair, Song Limian asked for a cloth cover for him.

The waiter asked him if he needed an apron, Song Limian looked in Tong Ming's direction, inexplicably thinking of a particularly vulgar little movie clip, Tong Ming probably noticed that his eyes were flickering, and looked at him vigilantly.

Song Limian turned his head and said no to the waiter, and sat back in his seat to watch the soup pot eagerly.

The waiting time for the food was too long. Tong Ming didn't know whether he was hungry or too bored. During the period, he raised the chopsticks a few times, but was dissuaded by Song Limian. After finally waiting for Song Limian to finish saying "you can eat", Tong Ming was precise and brave I picked up a chopstick of octopus in the red soup.

Before he could stop it, Tong Ming threw the hot and spicy food into his mouth before even touching the oil dish. Song Limian stretched out half of his arms and trembled, witnessing the whole process of the corners of the other party's eyes turning from white to pink.

After several uncontrollable "hissing" sounds, Song Limian stood up laughingly, and opened a can of herbal tea for him.

With great difficulty, Tong Ming stopped the sound of taking in air-conditioning.

"I thought you were from the Southwest." Song Limian scooped up a few slices of clear soup potatoes with a colander, put them into the other party's bowl and sat down, "It seems that I guessed wrong."

Tong Ming was stupefied by the heat, his lips were redder than usual, he was slightly open in a daze, the white air rising from the pot floated towards him, Song Limian asked him if it was hot, Tong Ming breathed in softly and shook his head.

After a while, he stared at half of the octopus in red soup remaining in the bowl, poured them into the plate with a sad face, and did not respond to Song Limian's question.

Song Limian didn't care, shrugged and continued to eat.

When he was almost done eating, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, got up and used a colander to scoop out the meat that was about to boil, and poured it all into Tong Ming's bowl.

Tong Ming was scorched once, and he ate carefully, as well-behaved as a cat bowing its head.

Song Limian watched his head spin, smiled and took a few dishes from the shelf, plopped them a few times, and put the rest of the dishes into the clear soup pot.

The cat cafe shop was just opened, and there was a shortage of staff. It was difficult for Tong Ming to take two days off a week, but he didn't seem to mind, and got along happily with the cats in the shop.

Song Limian learned from Fat Brother that many little girls asked him for his contact information every day, but Tong Ming changed the subject with a slight smile.

Song Limian was chatting with Fat Brother at the cash register, Tong Ming was feeding the cat at a wooden table, his pale fingers ran through the cat's fluffy fur, he couldn't help but take a few more glances, the other party seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, looking up in doubt.

Song Limian waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Obeying the agreement, he asked for leave for Tong Ming. After returning home, he received a phone call from the other party before the bed was warmed up.

"I don't want to take a shower with a group of people." Tong Ming concluded, "I thought it was just you."

Song Limian sank into the bed topless, chewing on Tong Ming's words, trying not to think too much about it.

The arms tend to get numb after lying on the side for a long time, Song Limian changed his posture, and corrected him, "Two people take a bath, that's called a mandarin duck bath."

"Can you?" Unexpectedly, Tong Ming suddenly became emotional and asked.

Song Limian was speechless for a moment, pinching the space between his brows wearily.

He didn't understand how Tong Ming managed to say the ambiguous words in a candid tone. On the contrary, Song Limian, who seemed to be thinking about things, was harboring evil intentions.

Song Limian restrained his tone and asked why the other party changed his mind suddenly.

"I just searched for pictures, it's all white, it's kind of scary." Tong Ming paused before asking, "Is there no private room in the bathhouse?"

Song Limian did not expect that the other party would be so excited to search for the word bathhouse.

Now many places can rent single rooms, but Song Limian did not correct the other party's cognition, but regretfully said: "I have never heard of it."

After a while, he deliberately emphasized: "If you mind, just cancel the trip."

Tong Ming's breathing didn't change much, but Song Limian guessed that he was quite disappointed.

There is only a gap in the window, and the temperature in the bedroom is quite good. Song Limian holds the mobile phone leisurely, and the muscles in his left arm are loose. Wait for the person on the phone to respond.

The silence time is too long.

Song Limian wanted to make trouble with the other party, but couldn't bear the other party's frustration, so he began to consider giving Tong Ming a step down.

"Change the location." Tong Ming suddenly said loudly, as if making a major decision, and asked, "Shall I go to your house, or should you come to mine?"

A one-day trip to the bathhouse turned into an invitation to share a bath in a rental house, which even Song Limian did not expect.

When the appointed date came, they had dinner together, and watched TV on the sofa for a while.

The rental house is an old house left by Song Limian's grandfather. The infrastructure of the community is old and the structure is poor. Even adding a lot of valuables to the house can't save the overall decline.

His grandfather was very stubborn, no matter how much money he made, he would not move out of the old house. When Song Limian's parents passed away, Song Limian, who was still young, had no one to take care of him, so the old man temporarily moved to the apartment building.

After finally getting through until Song Limian lived in school, the old man moved back non-stop until the day he closed his eyes.

The light from the chandelier is dim, ambiguous and permeating. The TV is a bulky black desktop with acceptable clarity. Tong Ming is nestled on the sofa, cross-legged obediently, watching with relish.

He leaned forward with his upper body, his black eyes were extremely deep under the light blue light, from Song Limian's angle, the other party's fine white skin was clear and abrupt in the night.

Song Limian confirmed for a moment, and found that the other party really didn't care about the "mandarin duck bath", it seemed that only Song Limian was thinking about it from the beginning to the end.

Tong Ming just invited people to take a bath in a very serious way, the reason why he didn't want to take a bath alone is still unknown, in short, it was not an invitation full of hints.

At this moment, Song Limian couldn't change his words. If he was a straight man, he probably wouldn't think this matter was so strange, it was worth tossing and turning for a few nights. After all, he was thinking too much.

Looking for excuses now is too much to cover up, so he simply followed Tong Ming.

Tong Ming went to the appointment frankly, and the two of them squeezed together on a sofa with a blanket on their laps. Song Limian didn't get any news from the charming, so he behaved a little restlessly.

He is not a low-level animal, and he doesn't go into heat anywhere, so it's okay to go to the bathhouse, but it seems absurd to bathe together in a narrow household bathroom.

He can guarantee his own brain, but not so sure about other parts.

The scene is embarrassing when you think about it.

Song Limian ate so much for dinner today that he didn't even notice that Tong Ming had picked up all the fish and shrimp on his plate, and even poked the plate with chopsticks for a long time. Tong Ming asked him several times if he was feeling unwell.

The old house didn't have a set-top box, and there were few channels. Tong Ming tuned to a gourmet show, and secretly stuffed the remote control into the crack of the sofa, for fear that someone would change the channel. Song Limian pretended not to see it funny.

The chef in white is wielding a knife and is proficient in making sashimi, but Song Limian's attention is not here.

Tong Ming covered his lower abdomen with his right hand, and rubbed it occasionally. He ate fish and shrimp for two for dinner, and he was probably full.

His movements were neither too big nor too small, but Song Limian could see them very clearly, including his shirt which was raised from time to time, and the delicate skin under it.

Tong Ming was so white that the brown line was particularly annoying. Song Limian guessed that it was a scar, but he wasn't sure.

His gaze seemed to be bolder, and Tong Ming noticed it, so he stopped his movements immediately, and Song Limian sat upright with regret.

After the sashimi was finished, the staff served it to the audience, and Tong Ming's Adam's apple rolled a few times.

Song Limian wanted to laugh.

The theme of the show is Japanese cuisine. After preparing the staple food, the chef explained how to make a simple vegetable salad. He picked a few good-looking oranges from the fruit basket and peeled them for later use.

Tong Ming's expression suddenly became extremely disgusted, he tapped his stomach with his right hand, and not long after, he pulled the remote control panel out of the sofa.

Before Song Limian regained consciousness, the TV returned to gray. Tong Ming seriously said that he was sleepy, and then turned his head to stare at Song Limian.

The indoor light was several degrees lower, but the eyes and red moles at the corners of the eyes behind the lenses were exceptionally clear.

Song Limian avoided his gaze, thought for a while, and suggested, "Why don't you eat some oranges to refresh yourself?"

Tong Ming's expression was definitely subtle.

He repeated bluntly and persistently: "I'm so sleepy. Take a bath and rest."

They brushed their teeth, arranged a change of clothes, and adjusted the water temperature.

The bathroom was narrow, and the two tall and long-legged adult men in the fortress were reluctant. Song Limian pressed his back against the wooden door, ready to find an excuse to escape.

The bathroom window is closed all the year round, and the space is pitifully small after the door is closed. The rising water vapor is floating around, the air is burning ambiguously, and the incandescent lamp above the head is particularly glaring.

Compared with Song Limian who had nowhere to rest his hands and feet, Tong Ming was much more at ease.

He took off his glasses, perhaps due to his poor vision, and walked forward while touching the wall with his five fingers. Fortunately, the bathroom was cramped and it was not easy to fall.

Finally, he stood by the wall, looked up at the hook, and raised his arm to lightly tug at his jacket.

"No." Song Limian came to his senses when he heard the rustling noise, "Really?"

With a narrow neckline, Tong Ming was affected by Song Limian's question, and his body language suddenly became a little anxious. His clothes were stuck for a long time and he couldn't take them off.

But Tong Ming insisted on taking it off, the two stalemate for a long time, Song Limian surrendered, and obeyed Tong Ming's wish to take off his shirt for him.

In the next second, Song Limian grabbed a bath towel, wrapped it around the opponent's shoulders, and asked Tong Ming to hold it steady with his hands.