dangerous love song

The room was messy, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated. Zhi Meilunzhu took off her long coat, hung it up, brought a bucket from the balcony, filled half a bucket of water in the kitchen, and used a piece of old coarse cloth as a Wipe the rags, clean up alone, wipe the table, wipe the table, wipe the chairs, wipe the imitation leather soft sofa, wipe the appliances, and mop the floor.

Long Jue was still sitting in the bathroom, motionless.After a long time, Zhimei Lunzhu came in with a bucket of sewage, and calmly poured the sewage into the entrance of the sewage pipe in the bathroom. Long Jue was stunned and stared straight at it.

Zhimei Lunzhu turned her head, glanced at him calmly, and busily filled up half of the bucket of water. During the few minutes when the tap water was rushing into the bucket, she took advantage of her spare time to open the upper cabinet door and took out an electric The shaver, pressed the switch, checked the operation of the shaver, and knew that it was still usable, raised his hand and threw it to Long Jue, turned off the faucet, and went out again with the bucket half full of water.

When passing in front of Long Jue, Zhimei Lunzhu said caringly by the way: "Clean up your chin."

Long Jue looked at the back of Zhimei Lunzhu going out, lowered his head again, and held the razor. After a while, he raised his left hand, and subconsciously touched his chin, feeling that it was quite prickly.

After tidying up the living room and the kitchen, Zhimei Lunzhu felt a little tired. She took a breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead, but she didn't stop, and went into the bedroom again, and tidied up again seriously.

In the past few months, Long Jue has been depraved and decadent, and has become more self-defeating. He has not cleaned any part of this place at all. He has allowed bugs and mold to grow and crawl here, and he has allowed garbage to lie on the floor. He does not eat when he is hungry. When I was here, I just ate a bowl of instant noodles, didn't take a bath or wash my hair, and regarded this place as a den for beggars and refugees.

When Zhimei Lunzhu was tidying up his bedroom, he opened the drawer and found many tranquilizers and unused syringes. With such a number, Long Jue was probably addicted to smoking and injecting at the same time. Such tranquilizers can only be used by people who are extremely frightened and eager to see beautiful scenes from hallucinations.

Zhimei Lunzhu clenched her fists, knocked on the table, and pressed her lips tightly. She was very angry and heartbroken, but she didn't know who to vent her emotions to, and who to blame for her mistakes. impetuous.

After pushing the drawer back, Zhimei Lunzhu continued to tidy up the messy bedroom. After finishing this tidying up, he took a look at the alarm clock beside the bed, and nearly two hours had passed quietly.

When he walked into the bathroom for the third time, Zhimei Lunzhu saw that Long Jue was still motionless. He wondered if it was because the medicine was still working in his body. In short, Zhimei Lunzhu really couldn't stand his dull performance , standing in front of him, ordered solemnly: "Get up!"

Even so, Long Jue didn't move, like a statue.

Zhimei Lunzhu bent down, grabbed his collar for the second time, and lifted him up: "You don't even listen to me?"

Long Jue didn't respond, didn't have any resistance, it seemed limp.

Zhimei Lunzhu had no choice but to throw him to the ground, squatted down, and used the most cruel method - clenched his hands into fists, punched him on the left cheek, and then punched him on the right cheek, The right fist landed on his stomach again.

Even though Long Jue knew the pain, he bent down in pain, covered his face with one hand and his abdomen with the other, clenched his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence: "It's fine if you don't comfort me. ...you are so ruthless...do you have a grudge against me?"

Zhimei Lunzhu replied naturally: "What do you want me to comfort you? Why should I comfort you when you are out of medicine? Now, I will wake you up, will you listen?"

Long Jue lowered his head, but still didn't stand up.

Zhimei Lunzhu had no other choice, picked him up again, pressed him against the wall, and beat him violently, until he spit flew out of his mouth, and he fell limp on the ground before he stopped.

Long Jue wiped the spittle from his mouth, propped up his upper body, and finally stood up: "...I feel much better, although it hurts so much from being beaten by you..."

Zhimei Lunzhu picked up the electric shaver and handed it to him: "Hurry up and take care of your image."

Holding the razor, Long Jue watched Zhimei Lunzhu turn around, watched Zhimei Lunzhu take a walk, and told frankly: "I closed the coffee shop..."

Zhimei Lunzhu looked back, not angry, but was very generous: "If you stop, just stop, and pay the wages to the employees in the store."

Long Jue looked at Zhimei Lunzhu, and said, "There is one more thing..."

Zhimei Lunzhu was curious: "What else do you need?"

Long Jue stared at Zhimei Lunzhu's abdomen without any shyness, and simply said: "You seem to be fat, you should go to the gym to reduce the fat on your body."

Zhimei Lunzhu was stunned for a moment, only lowered her eyes slightly, and replied: "Take care of yourself first, I will take care of my own affairs." Turning around, she walked out of the bathroom, only the sound of distant footsteps could be heard.

After a few seconds, Long Juejing moved, walked to the mirror in front of the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, lowered his head and turned on the shaver, and murmured in Bachang language: "Although you don't Ken hugged me, and my figure is out of shape, but I won't give up on you, don't even think about leaving when you come back."

The blade of the razor rotated, and Long Jue carefully pressed it against the skin of his chin, pressed his upper lip against his lower lip, and carefully cleaned the bushy beard on this part.

The finely shattered beard dregs fell into the sink, Long Jue turned on the faucet, washed his face, the water flowed down, and washed the dregs into the small slot.

As soon as he walked out of the bathroom and walked into the living room, Zhimei Lunzhu, who was standing at the entrance of the balcony, immediately asked him, "Have you taken a shower in the past few months?"

Long Jue looked at Zhimei Lunzhu, but did not answer.

Zhimei Lunzhu said again: "If not, we have to keep a distance of three meters."

Long Jue was startled, and said depressedly: "When I was in the countryside, no one would alienate me if I didn't take a bath for half a year."

Zhimei Lunzhu knew that he was stubborn, so he could only put forward a big reason: "The countryside is colder, this is Migan City, how can the city compare with the countryside?"

Long Jue still went his own way, and replied: "I don't think I'm dirty or smelly."

Zhimei Lunzhu took the towels from the drying rack, walked up to Long Jue, pushed Long Jue hard, and pushed Long Jue forward. Long Jue had no defense, was pushed suddenly, and almost couldn't stand up live.

Then Zhimei Lunzhu simply grabbed Long Jue's collar, as if leading a yak, led Long Jue forward, led him back to the bathroom, pushed him a second time, pushed him in, and then Close the door.

Long Jue was inside, eager to open the door, but Zhimei Lunzhu tightly controlled the door lock with both hands, preventing it from turning and opening the door. Long Jue couldn't open the door, so he knocked on the door frantically inside, shouting frantically: "Open the door!" Ah! Are you going to lock me here for the rest of my life! Didn’t I just not take a shower!”

Zhimei Lunzhu responded: "I am also a man, but a man must be clean in a big city. You can come out after you take a shower and wash in the inside. Knocking on the door for a long time can catch up with the speed of taking a bath."

Finally, the knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

Long Jue lowered his hands and shouted, "You didn't give me a towel! You have to give me a towel to rub my back!"

Zhimei Lunzhu looked at a white towel hanging in her arm, grabbed it in her hand, opened the door to create a gap big enough to reach her arm, and handed the towel in: "Take it."

Long Jue raised his right hand and held it, but it was the hand holding the towel.

Zhimei Lunzhu was silent for a while, then lowered her head and restrained herself, and blurted out: "Hey, I told you to get a towel, what did you take..."

Long Jue replied: "I think...someone must wash my hair for me."

Zhimei Lunzhu said reluctantly: "You wash it yourself! You have two hands!"

Long Jue held Zhimei Lunzhu's hand tightly, without any intention of letting it go, and said steadfastly, "You were the one who washed my hair before."

Zhimei Lunzhu replied: "That was before. Since you changed, I have changed too."

Long Jue understood that based on reason, he would never be able to say no to Zhimei Lunzhu, so he just lowered his head and said, "Jiadan also helped me wash my hair, but Jiadan is gone. Anyway, I'm not used to washing my hair by myself."

It's no use being coquettish...

Zhimei Lunzhu thought helplessly in her heart, opened her lips, and refused again: "What can you do if you wash it yourself?"

Long Jue held Zhimei Lunzhu's hand even tighter: "Zhimei...you can wash my hair for me, it's okay, I won't eat you, that's all I ask, you're so stingy, Have we really known each other for a long time?"

Zhimei Lunzhu had no choice but to slowly open the door, facing Long Jue, said helplessly: "Let go, turn around, go in, and sit in the bathtub."

Long Jue did so readily, let go, turned around and walked to the bathtub, took off his slippers, entered the bathtub, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and waited.

Zhimei Lunzhu hung the towel on her shoulders, rolled up her sleeves, took off the shower head with her right hand, turned the switch to let the shower spray warm water, pressed Long Jue's head down slightly with her left hand, raised her right hand Turned on the shower and sprayed it directly on Long Jue's head.

The water flowed down Long Jue's hair, most of it fell into the bathtub, only a part flowed along his side neck, into his chest, and wet his top.

Zhimei Lunzhu put the shower in the bathtub, turned off the water temporarily, walked to the sink, opened the cabinet above, took out a bottle of shampoo, walked back behind Long Jue, opened the lid, and sprayed it in the palm of her hand. Squeeze out a creamy shampoo the size of a one-dollar silver coin, cover Long Jue's head, rub it gently, and slowly knead a lot of white foam.

Fingertips interspersed with the hair mixed with rich foam, and gently scratched the scalp everywhere. It was neither painful nor itchy. Long Jue felt very well-dressed. He lowered his head slightly, and put his hands quietly on his knees that were not close together. superior.

Zhimei Lunzhu did not hesitate at all, and carefully rubbed the foam to play with Longjue's hair. After only 15 minutes, after making sure that any piece of scalp or any strand of hair had been cleaned, he picked up the shower again and washed it with warm water. Rinse the foam, and rinse all the foam trapped between the hair, meticulously.

The balls of foam slipped down the flowing water, also fell into the bathtub, floated on the water, soaked Long Jue's toes, and the small splashes would also jump up Long Jue's trousers, Below the knees, there was a sporadic water stain, sticking wet to the skin of Long Jue's calf, but Long Jue kept calm all the time, showing an expression of indifference.

The wet hair hung down, sticking to Longjue's ears and forehead, he just remained motionless, waiting for Zhimei Lunzhu to take care of him.Zhimei Lunzhu grabbed the towel hanging from her shoulders, covered his head, and rubbed it with the towel. Every inch of hair was rubbed several times, so that the moisture was absorbed on the towel, and even the wet ears and side The neck should also be wiped once.

After finishing, Zhimei Lunzhu folded the towel, twisted it, twisted out a column of water, unfolded it, hung it up, glanced back at Long Jue, and walked outside while talking: "Okay, take a good bath by yourself .”

Long Jue raised his right hand, touched the hair that was not yet dry, compared the length with the hair between his fingers, and suddenly asked, "Can you accompany me to cut your hair?"

Zhimei Lunzhu replied: "Well...let's talk about it after you take a bath."

The door was closed, and Long Jue was left alone in the bathroom. Long Jue took off his clothes and stood naked in the bathtub. After cleaning the foam in the bathtub, he turned on the faucet to let the warm water The water filled the entire bathtub, and then he sat down, with his legs slightly straightened, and his back leaning against the bathtub wall, looking comfortable.

Not long after, he suddenly came to his senses. After looking around, he showed a surprised expression, straightened his waist, and yelled miserably: "Naomi!! I didn't bring in any clothes to change!"

Zhimei Lunzhu was sorting out the news papers that he hadn't read in the past few months in the living room, and replied leisurely: "There are no women here, why panic? If you are afraid that your buttocks will be exposed, don't you have towels..." He didn't care about his voice at all. Have you been heard by Long Jue?

Long Jue screamed miserably in the bathroom, always yelling 'I didn't bring any clothes in', Zhimei Lunzhu had no choice but to glance at the quiet door of the bathroom, hesitating a bit, thinking 'Is it a random choice? Send the two pieces of clothing over, or just ignore them? 'this problem.

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