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Tong Ming's lips seemed to have taken a sip of red wine, and he felt a different kind of intoxication in the cramped bathroom. His five slender fingers pressed the edge of the towel, and the gaze he cast was ignorant and innocent.

Song Limian's fingertips couldn't help but feel numb because of the immeasurable guilt just now.

He wanted to raise some towels for Tong Ming, but he didn't dare to get too close.

The cloth was loose, and Tong Ming didn't really try to cover it up. The smooth skin was exposed, and the white or pink complexion easily irritated Song Limian's eye mask.

He was silent for a while, then stepped back further.

"I'm not wearing swimming trunks," Tong Ming explained without noticing the struggle of the person opposite, "I'll get wet if I don't take it off."

Tong Ming was obviously not on the same channel as Song Limian, so he didn't understand his confusion.

"You don't even want to go to the bathroom, isn't it awkward to squeeze into the bathroom with me?" Song Limian asked suddenly after a long silence.

He leaned against the doorknob and pressed it heavily, the discomfort of being poked in the lower back made him wake up a little.

"Of course not." Tong Ming responded quickly.

After Song Limian took the initiative to speak, the atmosphere relaxed for the most part, and Tong Ming seemed to let go of his breath and became more courageous.

He raised his arms to hang up the clothes, and the straight side of the waist appeared and disappeared, and after a while, he took off the bath towel and hung it up.

After standing still, his hands began to reach towards his crotch, his fingertips hooked into the side of his shorts, and there was a tendency to pull him down. Song Limian was holding the doorknob with his arms behind his back, and interrupted him quickly when he saw this: "Tong Ming .”

Tong Ming raised his head in doubt, his thick black pupils met Song Limian's eyes directly, and combined with his naked white body, he showed a different kind of innocence in the steaming bathroom.

"Take it off later." Song Limian said, "I'll go out first, it will be cold when the door is opened, don't catch a cold."

"...Why?" Tong Ming was taken aback, his brows suddenly filled with gloom.

"Why?" Song Limian laughed angrily at the other party's reaction, "Can't wash alone?"

"No," Tong Ming said decisively, "It's too dangerous."

If the man standing in front of him bursting with hormones was only in his teens, Song Limian might be willing to believe that he really doesn't understand human affairs.

But Tong Ming's ID card clearly stated 25, and his intelligence was obviously not flawed.

Song Limian was about to be overwhelmed, so he could only sigh silently.

Due to the lack of oxygen, it was difficult for the mind to gather together, sporadically guessing the purpose of Tong Ming's actions, Song Limian glanced over the other party, trying to see a reasonable explanation from that face.

The person on the opposite side has long been steamed to powder, and the shower is right above him. The knob may not have been tightened tightly after testing the water just now, but now occasionally saturated water drips onto his round shoulders, flows through the collarbone and then gathers together.

Song Limian's cheeks became hot from the dripping water on the white chest of the other party, and he suspected that he was not much better. In order to prevent his facial expression from revealing too much emotion, he lowered his tone of voice a bit more coldly.

He bent his knees to push Tong Ming a distance away, stood up straight and said, "You're not a five or six-year-old kid."

Tong Ming clenched his jaw in dissatisfaction, and replied, "Then just treat me as I am."

His eyelashes were long and curled up, his pupils were dark in color, his eyes were so unobstructed without the gold rims, Song Limian had to avoid his sight.

"Tong Ming, who is used to you?" He didn't want to listen to the other party's nonsense anymore, and asked with drooping eyes, "Do you need someone to accompany you in the bath?"

Perhaps hearing the impatience in Song Limian's tone, Tong Ming fell silent.

"...you found out?" After a while, Song Limian took a deep breath, and Bao Liang asked.

Before Tong Ming could respond, he continued, "If it's a tentative sexual orientation, you don't need to do this. I can tell you the answer directly."

Tong Ming's expression became more confused in an instant, maybe it was because he couldn't understand Song Limian's deep meaning immediately, or he was surprised by Song Limian's sudden confession.

"What are you doing? Repaying favors? Repaying debts?" Song Limian showed a rare sharpness in his words, and handed down the verdict to Tong Ming, "There is no need for this, Tong Ming, I have no idea."

The air in the bathroom is thin, and the moisture sticks to the skin and is not clean. Song Limian confronts the naked Tong Ming for a long time.

The other party didn't say a word after hearing these words, but still stuck stubbornly on the spot, drooping his head, wondering what he was thinking, his neck was smooth, and trembling slightly with the butterfly bone on his back.

Song Limian's eyes became more serious, and he wandered to the extra set of toiletries. He couldn't help feeling that this scene was too absurd.

He wanted to unscrew the doorknob to go out to take a breath, but recalled that there was a large open ventilation window outside the door, worried that the other party would catch cold without clothes, so the back of his hand that was gripping the doorknob stiffened, and then he exerted so much force that his veins bulged.

"Put on your clothes," Song Limian said patiently, and gave an ultimatum, "I'm going out."

Tong Ming raised his head suddenly, cast his eyes stubbornly, and his thin lips returned to a bloodless state, pursing into a straight line.

To avoid his gaze, Song Limian lowered his gaze even lower. This time he clearly saw the scar near the lower abdomen of the other party. Unfortunately, the atmosphere was tense and it was inconvenient to say more.

"No," Tong Ming's voice became colder, and he reprimanded, "You promised me."

He took two steps closer.

Behind Song Limian is the door panel, and in front of him is the sweet shampoo smell of the other party. He stares down at the other party irresolutely, his aesthetically pleasing young body crazily challenges Song Limian's rationality.

He murmured for a while without uttering a single word. The sarcastic remarks were not in line with Song Limian's habits. The words just now were the limit of his helplessness.

Tong Ming's mood became even more depressed, and he didn't know whether it was because of the embarrassment after being rejected, or the anger of being punctured.

Song Limian regretted talking too much, but now is not the time to apologize, he just wants to escape from this place as soon as possible.

He turned the doorknob, and after a "click", he wanted to turn around and leave the place.

Too bad he couldn't move his body at all.

Song Limian's muscles were so stiff and sore in an instant, his feet were rooted in the clear tiles like lead, and he couldn't move at all.

His gaze was originally dodged, but for some reason, he was suddenly caught by the other person's eyes, and he couldn't look away at all.

Tong Ming's appearance was still as beautiful as usual, but his eyes became bewitching, and the deep pupils suddenly changed from round to narrow, so charming that he was not human.

Thousands of star lights flowed in those eyes, trying to seduce Song Limian's desire/thoughts similar to lower animals.

Over the years, Song Limian has met many beautiful people, but no one can make him fall in love with them.

His throat began to tighten, his chest trembled so loudly that his ears were about to ring, and he couldn't regain his sanity even though he clenched his fists. His back gradually felt cold, but the rest of the place was hot.

——This kind of heartbeat has nothing to do with emotion, it is just the attraction of the flesh to the flesh, which can force people to abandon their moral sense and willingly turn into beasts.

Tong Ming's voice approached, his tone became weird, and he confirmed with confusion: "Song Limian, you shouldn't lie to me, right?"

Song Limian's throat was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, like a marionette who couldn't control his actions and thoughts.

In a trance, he heard himself utter a hoarse and firm "No".

Tong Ming was probably smiling.

Having known each other for such a long time, Tong Ming seldom smiled. Even if he smiled, most of the time it was just a shallow expression without making a sound.

At this moment, Tong Ming's smile is quite touching.The low laughter lingered in his throat, and the air was more intoxicating than wine. Song Limian's ears were flushed with drunkenness, and his scalp felt numb with a burst of electric current.

His feet were so weak that he was about to fall down, and the door panel he was leaning on was less supportive than fudge, Song Limian felt that he was about to sink into it.

Not long after, Tong Ming came closer.

Song Limian was dressed neatly, but the thin fabric was not very useful in the current environment. When the clothes rubbed against the skin, the illusion of his hot body touching the milky smooth skin of the other party.

Thick black hair swayed under the breath, and the sweetness of chocolate easily occupied Song Limian's entire sense of smell.

The other party wrapped his arms around his waist covered by thin muscles, rubbing his head restlessly against his sensitive neck, Song Limian couldn't dodge it even if he wanted to, and could only let the other party act like a small animal on his chest.

"Give me a bath, I'm too dirty." Tong Ming raised his head and complained, breathing on his chin, "Don't worry, I won't run away or scratch you this time."

Song Limian agreed when he heard his voice hoarse.

Tong Ming tugged at the hem of his clothes and happily walked towards the shower together.

He didn't take off his clothes, and after turning on the water for Tong Ming under the shower, the warm and slightly higher than body temperature water hit the fair skin of the person in front of him, and the other party let out a groan.

Song Limian's inner lining sticks to the skin very uncomfortable, but he has no time to care about himself, he just slightly stiffly brought milk-flavored shower gel and chocolate-flavored shampoo, wiped it on Tong Ming who was close to him, and rubbed it out white speech bubbles.

The person in front of him didn't escape as he said, but complained dissatisfiedly when his eyes and ears got water, Song Limian grabbed a towel and wiped it carefully for him.

When he was young, Song Limian took off the shower and rinsed the other person clean. He inserted his fingertips into the black hair, and seemed to touch two soft little ears that fluttered uncomfortably.

But when Song Limian wanted to touch it again, he couldn't find it.

After pouring hot water, he mechanically tried to wipe off the foam from every part of the opponent, his fingers lingered all the way down, and was finally stopped by a fluffy tail hanging from his wrist.

"No need," Tong Ming muttered through the sound of dripping water, "it feels a little strange."

Later, Song Limian's memory completely fell into dormancy.

The early-rising little animal ran back and forth in the forest several times before Song Limian opened his eyes.

When he woke up, his muscles were swollen and uncomfortable. He probably had to fight a black bear for three rounds on the grassland before losing all over to achieve this effect.

He gasped uncomfortably, struggled to remove the no longer cold towel on his forehead, and put his arm holding the wet towel over his eyes.

Song Limian was dizzy and dizzy. Since graduation, his daily routine has gradually become regular, and his body has never been so weak.

Even though he was hit on the head with a stick for a while, and there was a lot of blood on the back of his head, he only lay on the hospital bed for three days, and he insisted on being discharged from the hospital like a normal person.

He withdrew his thoughts, coughed a few times, and pinched the trapezius muscle with his other hand uncomfortably, at least to relieve the initial dizziness.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the unfamiliar ceiling. The old chandelier hung above his head, casting a dim light. Song Limian reacted for a few seconds, remembering where he was.

The back was pressed against the hard board, he was stunned for a while, his breathing stagnated for a while, and then he reached out and touched the side bed.

cold.

While he was relieved, he also had other concerns.

Song Limian's brows were condensed, and he rubbed his temples with his fingertips soaked in the towel, trying to search out the fragments about last night from his memory, but unfortunately, bursts of splitting headaches stopped him.

He tried many times, and finally chose to give up when the bedroom door creaked.