Nonlinear Love

The voice seemed to be a few degrees lower.

Su Lian took a few deep breaths back and forth, his reddish face gradually faded, and his tone was blunt: I don't like taking a bath with people, you go first.

Chi Huang is a straight man, but he is not.

This is really going to be all stripped, in the same bathroom, I can't imagine what the consequences will be.

Chi Li raised his hand and smoothed out his messy hair, as if it was frizzy: If you don't wash it, you won't wash it, what is it?

He turned around and took two steps towards the bathroom, then turned back: I don't close the door. If you're afraid, come in.

I'm afraid of shit... take your bath. Su Lian turned around and walked around the small balcony. The night wind was blowing, and he probably needed a little wind to calm down.

There was no sound from the side, and after a while, there was the sound of water from the shower hitting the ground.

Su Lian leaned against the glass window on the balcony and wiped his face. He didn't expect that the visit to 404 tonight would bring such a big impact.

Personality will change, habits will change, but some things do not change. Everywhere these details reminded him of the fact that they were indeed the same person.

Confused, Su Lian couldn't tell how he was feeling right now.

Happy, not happy, the mood is very contradictory.

He looked sideways at the lit bathroom, and there was a small crack, and the light and shadow cast a slender spot on the ground, as if welcoming you at any time.

Su Lian tutted: ...It's really kind.

But after being so messed up, he no longer had the time to think about that appalling ghost story.

Chi Wang took a shower quickly, and in three or four minutes, he came out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair. This man is really flamboyant, wearing a black bathrobe with loose straps, exposing large tracts of skin, for fear of being invisible.

Su Lian suspects that choosing to come here tonight is a huge mistake.

It's done, you can go. Chi Wang touched the cigarette case, noticed the fierce gaze, and put his hand back.

Su Lian hummed, walked by, and walked straight into the bathroom. The mist was steaming inside, and there was a faint citrus aroma in the air, probably the smell of body wash.

As soon as I took off my clothes, I remembered that I didn't take any change of clothes, so I simply rinsed.

There was a sound from the door, and Su Lian's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a beat, thinking about what kind of plane this person wanted.

A shadow was cast on the heavy frosted glass, and Chi Wang's voice came through a door: I'm standing here, call me if you're afraid.

I'm not afraid. Su Lianmu retorted with a faceless face, and turned the shower to the maximum.

Even though the water splashed on the ground, he still easily caught a chuckle.

The man was laughing at him for being afraid of ghosts. Su Lian felt that his personality had collapsed, and irritably rushed the shower to his face.

After the bath, the sound of the water stopped, and the shadow on the door disappeared. It was very intimate. Su Lian washed his face again, and after he calmed down completely, he put on his pajamas again and went out.

Sitting on the small sofa, stretched out his long legs, his nose keenly smelled the faint smell of smoke in the air.

Did you smoke?

What about your dog's nose? You can smell it on the balcony.

Chi Wang pushed the sliding door to the maximum, shook his hands to dissipate the wind, and smiled helplessly: It's only half.

I said before, I'll beat you up when I see you smoking again. It's not a joke. Su Lian had a cold expression and moved his wrists easily, looking very serious.

Chi Yan smiled and took two steps to the side: It's not, it's really not, don't you want to chat? Come on, chat, chat casually.

Su Lianqi smiled: You don't know that smoking can cause lung cancer?

Chi Wang touched his nose and defended in a low voice: I don't smoke much, two or three a day.

As a doctor, Su Lian also knew that this amount was indeed not large.

But it was very strange. When he knew Chi Liang, he never saw him smoking again, but he had brain metastases from small cell lung cancer at a young age, which was most likely caused by excessive smoking and overwork.

Perhaps, what Chili went through later, there was a period of quite decadent and depressing period that led to such a result.

This problem is still unsolved, Su Lian does not know, and neither does Chi Huang now.

We can only have a reasonable explanation until that day happens.

Su Lian lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Are you sleepy or not, don't you usually go to bed at eleven o'clock? Chi Li's hair was already half choked by the wind, and he put a towel on the back of the chair, raised his hand and patted the bed on the upper bunk.

Su Lian looked around at the other three empty beds, brought pillows, no cushions or quilts, and made a mistake.

Forget it, here's your picture, I'll go back to sleep. He got up with the pillow and strode towards the door.

The wrist was pulled, and Chi Wang pulled the person back again: They all slept, you can make do with one night, anyway, we slept together.

This makes sense.

Okay, then I'm sorry for you to squeeze with me. Su Lian was not hypocritical, he was really sleepy after being harassed all night.

After speaking, he glanced back at someone and reminded: Change clothes and come up again.

The irritating bathrobe is estimated to be gone in the morning when you sleep at night.

You should be glad that you live in the south. If you were in a big bathhouse like the north, wouldn't you be dead?

While laughing and complaining, Chi Li took off his nightgown and casually put on a T-shirt and sports trousers.