Beast

Of course, although Cuenca didn't have any unreasonable thoughts, it didn't mean that nothing would happen if he stayed here overnight.

Perot is really particular, even if it is only a small temporary residence, the materials of the tables and chairs are very beautiful, not to mention that each room has a very comfortable bed and matching bathroom.

Pero gave Cuenca his master bedroom, but Cuenca was not happy.But Perrault said the room was more airy, and that he slept next to his security so they could call him if something happened.

The lover and the poet lived in the same room, on the left side of the entrance on the first floor.They had to be the first to notice something strange, this was the second layer of protection besides the guards on duty.

So at this moment, Kunka is putting a jar of water comfortably, and lying lazily in it.

Perot should be using this shower gel now, and it smells delicious after washing, as if smelling it close to Perot's neck.

Although this is the first time Cuenca has stayed at Pero's villa, he has also spent the night with Pero before.Sometimes Perot settled the amount in his city or did something together, and he would put Perot in some very nice small houses.

Whenever this time, Cuenca will find 1 excuses to stay in the small house to sleep.But he is also stupid, and he has lived for less than ten times, and he didn't have anything to do with Perot.

It's the same process every time, everyone said good night and went into the house to take a shower, and went straight to the bed when they were done, and when they met again the next day, they were already well-dressed.

He had really liked Perrault for many years, and it seemed to grow a little more every year.He also couldn't understand why the two of them had no opportunity to advance their relationship. He was not an insulator, and there were many people around him who liked him, but for some reason Perot just didn't count him in the scope of consideration.

But Kunka didn't know why, but others knew it very well.

This is nothing more than two reasons - first, the model is wrong.

Perot is the one on top, and all his pets are thin, weak and very fair.As for Cuenka, Cuenka is big and thick, and his chest hair can be tied into a whip, not to mention that as he gets older in recent years, he has become less and less concerned about his image.Sometimes I don't even wear a shirt underneath, just smoking a cigar outside the villa with a leather jacket on.

I have to attend formal occasions such as meetings, and I have never worn a suit.I always wear a jacket that I don’t know how many years I have worn, and a pair of pants that have frayed.

When you are young, you still have a bit of unrestrained chicness, but when you are middle-aged, you don't pay attention to taking care of yourself, which is very greasy.Even if Perot can change the model to match Cuenca, it will be difficult for them to associate this image with the clean and refreshing Perot.

Second, there are many people around Cuenca.

Humanoid Pile Driver, Dancing Silver Tongue, Pu Sai One Finger Chan, these nicknames are too numerous to count.

When Cuenca first came to power, he had a lot of money, and there were too many women around him.For young people, everyone has a time when they are empty and lonely, and they can't reach the one they like, but they can also have enough for the one they like.

Anyway, everyone now knows that he will stay in a certain place for a week, and he is absolutely familiar with the girls in this place.He didn't even have a pet around him at random, and everyone didn't see when the little girl he brought out repeated it.

With such a temper, how could Perot think about that.This is so straight that it can't be straighter. Even if Perot is given another brain, his imagination will not be able to reach this side.

So every time Cuenca said that Perot was his, Perot also understood it as "everything that Cuenca thinks looks good should be his own".

This is the hole that Kunka dug for himself, and now that he is in the hole, no one can blame him.

So the coincidence that happened tonight was really because God couldn't see Kunka's slowness, so he helped.

Just as Cuenka squinted his eyes and drank the wine, waiting for the water in the bathtub to cool down, there was a knock on his bathroom door.He asked who it was, and it was Perot's voice outside.

Perrault said it was me, I'll come in and get something.

After all, Pero didn't wait for Kunka to agree, so he unscrewed the door of the bathroom directly.

At that moment, Kunka thought he was dreaming, but he still jumped up from the bathtub in a jerk, and then realized that he was not wearing anything, so he quickly lay back in the foam.

"Why did you come in like this?" Kunka was shocked, seeing that Pero was also wearing a bathrobe, with pomade and mousse still on his head, and he probably hadn't started taking a bath yet.

Perrault's bathrobe was loosely tied, revealing the sparse hair on his chest.

Cuenka couldn't help but look twice more, less than his own, haha ​​- no, this is not something to be happy about, Cuenka closed his smile and sank deeper into the foam pile.

"I'll just take a shower gel, so I won't disturb you." Perot didn't even look at him, and went to the storage shelf to get enough of his own things.Picking and picking several bottles, turning around from time to time to ask Kunka if he still needs it.

Cuenca said no, he could wash his head, face and feet with a single soap, so there was so much shit.

But seeing Perot's actions, he still couldn't help but said - "Why do you still have a special shower gel? I poured a lot of your bottle, and I don't know how much is left."

Perot said no, he was scratched by shrapnel while sweeping the field a few days ago, and the wound was not healed, so he couldn't stop taking a bath despite the oiliness. This shower gel was specially designed for nothing stimulating, so he only used this.

Kunka snorted, looked Perot's back up and down, and said casually—"Where is the injury, let me see."

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, and his foam was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.If Perrault had really unbuttoned the clothes for him to see, he wasn't sure if he would have made the slightest ripple.

Cuenca immediately prayed for Pero to refuse, but it was of no use.

Perot is so fucking serious, so serious that he doesn't have any precautions against Cuenca.He put three or four cans of something unknown by the bathtub, then turned around and undid his belt.

He said he got a little on his waist and a little on his back.The pain is on the waist, which happens to be strangled by the belt during the day, and the sweat can't go out, and it is probably festered by covering it.

Kunka ordered himself to relax, think about life, think about faith, think about the beast fighting business, think about those idiots in Yushan, think about poets and lovers... think about what you ate tonight.

However, it is still useless, it seems that everything is related to Perot.

Kunka looked down at the bathtub water, what to do, the bubbles seem to be getting less and less, and the enoki mushrooms have turned into Coprinus comatus.

At the same time, Perot's actions brought bursts of fragrance and his inherent taste, which made Cuenca slap himself 1 times in his heart, but he still couldn't move his eyes.

Perot opened his bathrobe.

Cuenca swallowed.

The wound on Pero's waist was indeed reddened, and Cuenca pressed the wound slightly. Fortunately, it should not have suppurated.Perot's clothes are relatively light and thin, and this situation is probably taken into account.

Although he was a little distracted after seeing the wound, as soon as he moved his gaze down a few inches, Kunka's blood gushed to his head again.So he hurriedly said - "What about the back, let me see the injury on your back."

Perot said that the back is fine, it doesn't hurt very much, maybe the clothes can't touch it, and I don't feel it.

As he spoke, he took off his bathrobe, revealing the cut on his back.The gash was deeper than the waist, but there was already a small scab from the lack of friction.There were still signs of redness around the edge of the wound, and it would have been better if it hadn't touched the water.

Kunka was a little annoyed.

Why didn't he know that Perot was injured, and Perot didn't tell him.

Just when he was about to exhort a few words, his gaze went down uncontrollably.

Oh, my God, why can't Perrault put on an extra pair of pants before taking a shower? It's not that Cuenca has the urge to step on the gas pedal, but that the doors are all welded, and he doesn't want to step on—

"Let me help you, or how can you wash your back yourself," Kunka said, his heart was beating violently, and he wished he could hold Perot's shoulders to prevent him from turning around, so that he wouldn't be able to notice the strange expression on his face—— "If you don't ask your subordinates to help you, the weather is so stuffy, it's hard to deal with festering."

Kunka reflected on himself while talking, is the tone normal?Serious?It shouldn't be obscene, right?Perot wouldn't hear anything, would he?Does he have a good relationship with Perot?There seems to be nothing wrong with helping your brother take a bath, right?

Perot hesitated for a second, then nodded, and said yes, then you can wipe it for me with a towel.

Perrault was so kind, so silly, so simple, Cuenca smiled contentedly.

However, God only helped Cuenka get here. He thought that the old driver had already sent him to the road, and Cuenka could go on smoothly no matter what.

Perot took off the other bathrobe, got up and put the removed bathrobe on the shelf, then groped for a while, found a small towel and handed it to Cuenca.

In order not to let him move too much and stretch the wound, Kunka stood up from the bath with a clatter.He took a happy splash and reached out to pick up Perot's towel.

Perrault also happened to turn around.

In an instant, Perot's eyes flickered, and he saw Kunka coming out of the water.If only the lush chest hair was more noticeable, so that Perrault would not pay attention to the scallops in the grass.

The scallops are so eye-catching, so eye-catching that Perot's hand immediately hung in the air and stopped moving.

Then he showed a slightly surprised expression and frowned slightly.

Cuenca moved a little farther, but did not reach the towel in Perot's hand.Following Pero's gaze, Cuenca lowered his head.

At that moment, Kunka was very desperate.

The surrounding colors were instantly sucked away, and the air became unbearable.Future goals and great blueprints become blurred, and all the good images that are trying to maintain are instantly strangled in the cradle.

Cuenca wanted to sit back in the bathtub for the last struggle, but Perot's expression froze.Only the eyeballs were still moving, and as Kunka sat back in the bathtub, he turned from looking straight to staring at him.

Then he rubbed his eyebrows.

Kunka felt that he should say sorry, this physiological condition independent of human will really couldn't explain the problem.

He is sincerely good to Perot, and he also had a brotherhood before, which is a pure revolutionary friendship.It's just that he doesn't know when the friendship will turn sour, so that he will have a little harmless little fantasy now... that makes sense, right?

However, I treat you like a brother and you actually want to sleep. My intention still makes Pero temporarily unable to recover.

He turned around with a solemn expression and put the towel back on the cabinet.After standing for two seconds, he took off his bathrobe and put it on again.

"It's okay, you go ahead, I... just wipe it myself." Perot smiled quickly, and walked straight to the door of the bathroom.

After taking two steps, I turned back and took the shower gel, but tried not to make eye contact with the other party.

Kunka sat in the bathtub in a daze, watching Pero gently open and close the door.

Life is like a play, and it is still a play without sound or color.

so gray.

Kunka let out a long sigh, wishing he could drown in the bathtub.

He personally ruined his relationship with Perot. After all, this confession was too straightforward.It is equivalent to liking someone without even having time to say "I like you", and then directly giving the other party a flattering evaluation.

Cuenca was hovering between making up the "like" and pretending nothing happened, but unfortunately, he didn't make a decision to convince himself until the bath water was completely cool.

He needs sleep badly now.Perhaps after waking up, everyone can regard the previous scene as an inappropriate dream.Everyone drinks too much. It is normal to have hallucinations after drinking too much.

So he would go out of the living room to get another bottle of wine, really not to continue this embarrassment.

But obviously it wasn't just him who needed an extra glass of wine to be quiet, but also Perot who was pouring wine at the bar.

The moment the two looked at each other, I really used up all the embarrassment of a lifetime.

At this moment, the young people were all in their places, and there was no one in the living room. This made Cuenka want to find a passerby to talk to relieve him, so he could only bite the bullet and walk to the bar to ask Perot to pour himself a glass.

Then the two drank in silence like this, as if they were going to drink to the end of the world.

It wasn't until Perot took the first step, breaking the petrified silence.

He asked, "Are you... are you straight or crooked?"

This is really a purgatory-level question, and Kunka almost choked on the wine when he asked it.