Change your mind

"Then, that's fine." What else can I do, whether it's getting Zhang Yang out of the bathtub, or wiping his body with a towel, what's the difference!

I bite the bullet and followed Zhang Yang's arm that was holding me, and leaned over to pass my hands under Zhang Yang's armpit. With a huff, I pulled him out of the already cold bath water.

After half-dragging Zhang Yang out of the bathtub, I leaned against the wall of the bathroom and propped him in front of me with both hands. Looking at me from behind and sideways, I looked as if I had been hit by a wall.

Zhang Yang's whole body was wet, and the light shone on his skin with a seductive luster, which was unexpectedly... very lustful.

I swallowed my saliva very spinelessly, turned my eyes aside, and urged Yang Fan to dry himself quickly so that he could leave.

Yang Fan wiped Zhang Yang's back with a dry towel. He poked his head out from behind Zhang Yang and said, "Ah, Brother Chu, the clothes on your chest are about to get wet."

"Then you should do more and talk less." I glared at him.

Not to mention, Zhang Yang is quite heavy, my wrist is getting more and more sore, and Zhang Yang's big head is getting closer to me.

Suddenly a white towel was placed on Zhang Yang's head, and after Yang Fan worked there, Zhang Yang's hair didn't have so much water.

Yang Fan: "Brother Chu, I'll give you a towel, quickly wipe my brother's chest, or I'll get you all wet."

"..." There was no other way, I took the towel that Yang Fan handed me, put Zhang Yang's head on my left shoulder, and wiped his chest symbolically with my free hand.

It was too close, and the breath of Zhang Yang was lingering on the tip of my nose, whether it was the smell of things for bathing or the unique smell of Zhang Yang.

Dazzling, what if I get hard by accident?

Good thing I was wearing pants.

Yang Fan didn't know what he was doing squatting, he always felt that he kept pressing Zhang Yang towards me.

"What are you doing, haven't you finished wiping?"

Yang Fan replied: "I'm wiping my ass."

Hmm...that sounds weird.

I wore pants, but Zhang Yang didn't, and his little brother brushed against my thighs from time to time.

Even though I was separated by fabric, the feeling was etched into my heart.

I couldn't take it anymore, I put my hands on Zhang Yang's shoulders again, and pushed him away from me some distance away.

"Move your brother to the bedroom first, and then you can put on his underwear." I said in an almost commanding tone, making Yang Fan unresponsive.

It was said to be supported by two people, but I still took good care of the minors, and almost leaned most of Zhang Yang's body on me. Fortunately, the bedroom was not far away, and it was there in one go.

I hope that this kind of thing that tests my moral bottom line will not happen again next time.

I have to remind myself all the time that Zhang Yang is a straight man, and I can't mistake others.But every time I think about it, I feel bad myself.

It's so cruel, my own story can be posted on Weibo.

I have already thought of the name: I was obviously the one who came first, but the two of them were never on the same road.

Sitting in Yang Fan's room, I stared out the window in a daze.

I can't get older anymore, and no one would believe me if I said that I had never been in a relationship when I was twenty.Is it time to let go and take a look at another world?

Maybe it's more exciting there, after all, in Zhang Yang's world, I didn't have a very happy life.

I was thinking wildly, but I didn't notice Yang Fan walked in, and I was shocked when he sat next to me and talked.

"It's really leaking and it's raining all night. Mom has to work overtime at night to catch up on materials. Let us order takeaway for dinner."

I let out an oh indifferently.

Yang Fan said again: "My mother wants me to apologize to you, the dinner that was agreed upon - or the first dinner, was soaked in soup, oh no, soaked in the rain."

"What's the matter." I said, "But your brother has a fever, can you still eat those takeaways?"

Yang Fan hummed, lowered his head thoughtfully.

I looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and then at the time, it was almost five o'clock.

I thought for a while and said, "Let me make something for you, just to cook some porridge for your brother."

Yang Fan raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he eagerly said, "Okay, Brother Chu, what can I do for you?"

"You show me what's in the refrigerator, and then wait to eat." I smiled.

Fortunately, there are a lot of dishes in the refrigerator, so I just picked out two and went into the kitchen.

Yang Fan couldn't sit still. When he saw me in the kitchen, he also came in. He stood at the door and chatted with me: "I didn't expect Brother Chu to be able to cook."

While chopping the shiitake mushrooms, I smiled and said, "There are still many things you don't know."

"That's just right. Anyway, it's still a long time. We can all get to know each other."

I paused with the hand holding the knife, and soon began to cut again.

"Speaking of which, do you have a thermometer at home?"

"Yes." Yang Fan said, "I measured my brother just now, and it's a low-grade fever, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

"Yes, let him have a good rest." I unscrewed the natural gas and started to heat up the pan.

The oil was heated to [-]% heat, and the onion, ginger and garlic were sautéed in the wok. In the sizzling voice, I heard Yang Fan ask me when I learned to cook, and if he had a chance to learn from me.

When did you learn it?

This is really a problem that I have never calculated. I tried to recall it, but I really can’t remember it. It seems that knowing how to cook has been integrated into my bones.

I had no choice but to answer: "It's been a long time, since I can hold a spatula with a knife?"

Yang Fan responded sullenly, and didn't ask any other questions.