don't touch my ghost

After Zhang Han lowered his head and sniffed his clothes for the hundredth time, he finally made up his mind.

He stretched his neck and glanced at Ji Kai, who was still humming a little song from an unknown era while washing dishes in the kitchen. He turned up the volume of the TV first, then put on his slippers, tiptoed into the bathroom, and turned around to lock the bathroom. Door.

Although undressing, washing hair, and bathing with one hand are really difficult, but as a suave young man in the new century, how can Zhang Han endure the "beautiful ghost by his side" while he is dirty smelly...

Zhang Han gritted his teeth and tried his best to raise his injured right arm, and finally pulled off the T-shirt that had been worn for three days and almost turned into armor. To the semi-disabled Zhang Han, such a trivial matter as taking off his clothes was overwhelming. His back was covered with sweat.

Turning on the faucet to pour water into the bathtub, Zhang Han began to show acrobatics of taking off his pants with one hand.

Just a second before the crooked golden rooster threw off his underwear on his own, Zhang Han lost his footing and sat down on the cold floor tiles with a squeak. His naked body came into intimate contact with the cold floor. The cool touch and the electric shock-like pain from somewhere in the lower body/body made Zhang Han howl out loudly.

Ji Kai was washing the dishes in the kitchen and pondering that Lin Qing must have taken away Zhang Han's half of his soul. He was scratching his head to figure out how to get it back when he heard a scream from the bathroom.

The ghost's sense of hearing is so keen, Ji Kai immediately recognized Zhang Han's voice through the cheerful commercials on the TV, he was so frightened that he threw down the bowl and rushed out. right through the bathroom door...

If Ji Kai can foresee his "inattentiveness" this time, he will be very grateful to this inattentive self...

I saw that Zhang Han was carefully held up except for his arms wrapped in plaster. The rest of his body was attached to the ground and fully exposed...

Ji Kai held up two hands that were still stained with detergent foam, and with a "gudong", his throat slipped and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Zhang Han was lying on the ground, his two handsome eyes widened in shock, and he said tremblingly: "You..."

Ji Kai has never seen such a "fragrant" scene, and he opened his mouth in a daze: "You...?"

"I……"

"I……?"

Zhang Han's white and tender face was flushed red at the moment, and he was so hypoxic that he lost the ability to think. Fortunately, before he suffocated himself, he turned over and stood up, and got into the bathtub with a whoosh. Wan begged hard to install a bathtub in the bathroom for her.

Thanks to Zhang Wan, to all the gods, for giving me such an excellent, considerate, gentle and lovely sister.

Zhang Han couldn't control how much water he splashed. He submerged his entire body in the water, only showing his raised arms and head in plaster, like a primary school student scrambling to answer questions in class. He regained his breath, opened his mouth wide and took several breaths, but was still a little short of oxygen: "Uh... I, I just want to take a shower, and, I locked the door..."

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Han wanted to bite off his tongue.

Because, after hearing Zhang Han's words "lock the door", Ji Kai's grimace, which was originally blue, turned red to the point where he could directly fry an egg...

"I, I didn't mean to come in to see... Uh no, uh, I just heard that you seem to have something to do... Uh, I'll leave first if you're okay..." Ji Kai turned his body around while talking, But even with his back to Zhang Han, he still stuttered so that people could see his thoughts clearly.

"Uh...well, now that we're all here, can you... help me...?" Zhang Han mustered up the courage he had held back for 20 years, took eight breaths, and finally said the whole sentence finish.

The water mist evaporated from the hot water quickly spread in this small bathroom. The water vapor was dense and surrounded the two young and strong bodies. A spark that can start a prairie fire.

Ji Kai blushed and wiped Zhang Han's body lightly with a towel, like a shy girl on a wedding night.

Zhang Han tried his best to breathe steadily, hoping that the sound of his heartbeat that could be heard outside the bathroom would not be heard by Ji Kai...

Ji Kai stood behind Zhang Han and washed him with water while secretly pondering, because Zhang Han, a ghost without a heartbeat, seemed to be alive again, otherwise how could he hear the rumble of his heart desperately hitting his chest so clearly? ...

Although Zhang Han's plastered arm was raised above his head, like a naked "Statue of Liberty", this still couldn't stop the ambiguous atmosphere from heating up in the air.

"Uh, you, turn around... I'll wash your hair for you..." Hearing Ji Kai's unnaturally nervous voice, Zhang Han behaved like a submissive cat, lightly splashed the water, and turned around facing him.

Facing each other but not daring to look up, Ji Kai stared at Zhang Han's soft hair, and the beauty under the hair, took a deep breath, and said in his heart: I want to be a saint, do not see evil.

Ji Kai slowly rubbed the shampoo on Zhang Han's hair to create foam. Zhang Han's head shook back and forth with the strength of Ji Kai's rubbing. Lucky cat doll, Ji Kai finds it more and more cute the more he looks at it, the movement of rubbing his hands can't help but turn into scratching, just like scratching the stomach of a cat...

Ji Kai never dared to dream that there would be such a day, he felt that his death was a huge profit.

At this moment, Zhang Han was in his eyes, and Zhang Han was in his heart, every cell in his body was calling Zhang Han's name, and in the end, all his thoughts turned into a slight... "hey-hey"……?

Zhang Han was a little unsteady after holding his arms up for so long, but he was frightened by the sudden "hey" and kicked his legs in the water. in the arms.

"Puff-puff--"

Zhang Han's face was attached to Ji Kai's lower abdomen, and a cold touch was passed to Zhang Han along the place where the two touched, and Zhang Han's warm feeling of water vapor also went straight up to Ji Kai's chest. Location.

Zhang Han subconsciously raised his eyes slowly, looked up at Ji Kai's face from bottom to top, and met his eyes. For a moment, everything around him seemed to have lost all sound, only Zhang Han's seemingly invisible breathing sound was heard in this quiet place. The atmosphere is becoming more and more clear.

Ji Kai's dark eyes revealed a kind of indescribable familiarity, and there was also a hint of...possessiveness that seemed a bit abrupt.

"Ji Kai...?" Zhang Han locked Ji Kai's eyes tightly. He didn't know what kind of mentality he was calling out this name, but he was a little confused when he said the words. The tone didn't seem to be his own, but It was like a call to Ji Kai from another person in his body.

"It's me..." Ji Kai also seemed to enter a fantasy, with a gentle and loving tone, with a hint of deep hoarseness, and unconsciously caressed Zhang Han's gentle side face with both hands, "Zhang Han..." Low and It was a voice, the echo of the ghost's voice made his call sound like a sigh and whisper from a long distance.

The two got closer and closer. Zhang Han looked into Ji Kai's eyes, and felt that he was deeply attracted by the emotion in those eyes. He couldn't move his eyes away, and stroked Ji Kai's strong back with his arms: "Ji Kai..."