The villain loves the beautiful host

Li Cui came up to him stupidly, "Qinghuan, what are you talking about? I've only been out for a few days, how can I recover so quickly after cosmetic surgery?"

He saw that the one who performed the surgery had to wrap the eyes with gauze for several days, and they looked so natural as Yan Sui. The most important thing was the pair of eyes, so bright and shiny, could this be achieved through cosmetic surgery?

"You grown men don't understand." Xu Qinghuan began to lecture, "Nowadays, beauty technology is very advanced. Injections can heal the wound on the same day, and society is very tolerant of plastic surgery now, so Sui Sui, you don't have to feel ashamed. None of us will laugh at you."

He tried to comfort Yan Sui like a close friend, but he acted like he was not a man and talked in gossipy terms, which was annoying to listen to.

Yan Sui was speechless, too lazy to argue with him, and looked up at Wen Xu with an innocent face, as if to say, "Look at him!"

Wen Xu doesn't have any other skills, but he is good at identifying tea at a glance.

He sat on the bench and looked up at Xu Qinghuan's face carefully. The man who had been a little aloof just now suddenly said childishly, "Your face shape doesn't seem to be smooth."

Hearing this, Xu Qinghuan touched his face in panic, and then he heard Wen Xu add, "Go get two injections, one side seems to be crooked."

He shook his head again, "No, this requires bone cutting."

"I, I..." Xu Qinghuan lost confidence in what he said, and immediately ran to her desk to take a mirror and look at herself, "Wen Xu, are you seeing things?"

His face was clearly as good-looking as before, and his looks were universally recognized as handsome, with smooth facial lines.

"Warm?"

There was no response for a long while, and when I turned around, there was no one in the room.

The mad dog outside the door had gone away, Wen Xu took Yan Sui out, and Li Cui went to buy breakfast, leaving him alone standing there acting stupidly.

"Ah!" A feeling of shame and anger surged in Xu Qinghuan's heart, and he threw the mirror to the ground fiercely. The feeling of being ignored and not being noticed by others was really bad.

His face must be perfect! He is beautiful!

It must be that Wen Xu was sitting at the wrong angle and saw it wrongly.

That must be it!

He found a perfect excuse for himself.

Towards evening, Yansui came back from outside, took a look at the empty washing machine in the laundry room, and planned to wash the clothes he had taken off yesterday.

Back in the dormitory bathroom, he wanted to find last night's underwear from the dirty clothes basket and wash it separately, but he couldn't find it.

When I looked up, it was hanging on the pole.

The door of the bathroom behind him suddenly opened. Wen Xu leaned against the door leisurely and said naturally, "I accidentally dropped water on it last night, so I washed it for you."

"careless?"

"Yeah." Wen Xu said as a matter of course, without panic or blushing, "When I was taking a shower last night, I accidentally dropped some water into your frame."

That was such a coincidence, all the clothes were not wet, only a small pair of pants was wet.

His calm demeanor made it seem as if Yan Sui had a dirty mind.

Yan Sui: “…Okay.”

As Yan Sui walked to the door with the dirty clothes in his arms, he was grabbed by Wen Xu and the frame in his hand was taken away, "I'll help you wash it."

Yan Sui was not polite at all and just bowed, "Thank you."

I don't have to spend money on a washing machine.

The washing machines in school are not cheap. A quick wash costs three dollars, a clean wash costs four dollars, and a longer wash costs five dollars!

It costs two yuan just to spin dry.

Every time he washes clothes, Yansui feels sorry for his wallet. Even a small amount of money is still meat!

I can save at least three dollars this time.

If it were someone else, they would have said that Yan Sui was stingy. It’s okay, the little system will spoil him.

Can Can: "Baby really knows how to live."

Yan Sui enjoyed the compliment, "Of course, steel coins are also money."

If I spend 100 yuan on a meal, I will think it is cheap. If I spend 5 yuan on doing laundry, the sky will fall...

Wenxu was responsible for washing and hanging clothes. Yansui would just stay in his little bed and eat the snacks that Wenxu bought for him, then wait for Wenxu to come back and give him a bite, thus completing his daily task.

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It was past seven in the evening and it was getting dark. Li Cui came back with a basketball, sweating all over. He wanted to take a shower but found that someone was in the bathroom. He could only play a game outside and wait.

He was the only one in the dormitory. He glanced at the frosted glass door and saw a tall figure inside. "Is it Wen Xu?" he asked.

No one responded.

The sound of water was so loud inside that he couldn't hear any other sounds, so he thought it was normal that no one answered him and he didn't take it seriously.

But he didn't notice that the tall black shadow vaguely visible on the frosted door seemed to be covered by another thin black shadow. It was like a wolf attacking from behind, with a shadow covering another shadow.

……

Li Cui played a few games before the door opened. He glanced at the time on his watch and raised his head. "Wow, you took a long bath. A little..."

The words suddenly got stuck in his throat. He rubbed his eyes. Was he tired? Why was he blurry? Why did Wen Xu come out with Yan Sui in his arms?

Wen Xu came out, neatly dressed, holding a towel on his head, wearing short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, looking groggy from exhaustion.

The boy clung to him softly, held in his arms, very obedient but also very tired.

Li Cui was horrified, "You, you, you guys..."

Wen Xu looked calm as usual, and said seriously: "His foot was injured and he couldn't wash it himself. I just helped."

"I see..." Li Cui scratched his cheek, "Then you are... quite warm-hearted."

"It's my duty." Wen Xu said, "This is what I should do as a roommate."

Li Cui thought Wen Xu was a good person, he looked cold but at least his heart was warm.

But if he saw the marks hidden under Yansui's clothes, he would not think so.

Back in bed, Yan Sui was so tired that he fell asleep.

Wen Xu pulled the bed curtains and supported the boy who was about to fall like a tumbler, "Blow dry your hair before going to sleep."

"Then blow me." Yan Sui closed her eyes and rubbed his palm, acting coquettishly.

Wen Xu just fell for his tricks.

After taking off the towel from his head, the pair of droopy cat ears were still there.

Yan Sui still couldn't control himself. His emotions just came out and he couldn't control them for a while. He might need to sleep again before he could go back to normal.

Yan Sui leaned in his arms. Wen Xu held the hair dryer in one hand and covered Yan Sui's furry ears with the other hand to avoid blowing his hair.

The boy's hair was soft, and running his fingers through it felt as smooth as sliding on brocade satin. Wen Xu couldn't let it go, and even had the perverted idea of ​​braiding his hair.

His technique was very good and the boy was obviously enjoying it. Even with the whistling sound of the hair dryer in his ears, Yan Sui still fell asleep in a daze.

He tilted his head and leaned defenselessly against the warm chest.

Wen Xu held his head with one hand and turned the hair dryer on a low setting with her other wrist.

A few minutes later, he turned off the hair dryer, put it aside, leaned over and kissed the corner of Yan Sui's lips, "Good night, baby."

He slowly laid the person flat on the bed, covered him with a quilt, turned off all the small lights inside, and finally Wen Xu opened the curtain and walked out.

Li Cui was about to greet him when he was muted by his gesture.

He immediately understood and shut up, and took out the headphones from under the pillow.

The weather in the south is still very hot in October. If you turn on the air conditioner indoors, you will easily catch a cold after a long time.

Wen Xu looked at him several times with concern, and tucked in the quilt for the person who kicked it several times, without getting tired of it.