Senior help me chase him back

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Qiao was about to undress, and Song Xiuyang's body froze suddenly.

"Cheng Qiao, I think it's more convenient for us to wash separately."

Song Xiuyang's expression was very unnatural. It's not that he didn't want to have a bath with Cheng Qiao, but, now they...

"Really, it's not convenient." He seemed to be talking to himself and added another sentence.

Cheng Qiao didn't understand why, so she put her white hands on the buttons, and still insisted on her own opinion, "What are you afraid of, senior, I used to wash with Minghui often, and it was not inconvenient." After speaking, he continued to unbutton the buttons with his hands.

Seeing that Cheng Qiao was about to take off his shirt, Song Xiuyang hurriedly turned around, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. In desperation, he could only distort the facts, "Cheng Qiao, I'm not interested in men."

"Ah?" Cheng Qiao obviously didn't hear Song Xiuyang's words clearly.

Song Xiuyang paused, turned around, his eyes sparkled, and he repeated in a high-pitched voice deliberately: "I'm interested in, man, no."

But he didn't have any confidence in what he said. His gaze swept over the gloss under Qiao's clothes. His eyes froze and his heart beat faster. In order to restrain the impulse in his heart, he had to look away from the side.

After hearing Song Xiuyang's words clearly, Cheng Qiao was dumbfounded. She didn't know whether to continue or let go of the hand that was unbuttoning, "Well, senior..."

This sentence seems to be correct, but...

"Senior, I'm also interested in men, ha ha..." Cheng Qiao laughed awkwardly after explaining, his eyes wandered between him and Song Xiuyang, he wanted to find evidence to prove the credibility of his words.

But there was half a step between them, his collar was half unbuttoned, and half of the buttons on his shirt had been unbuttoned.

The shirt is wobbly, as if the slightest tug would tear it away from the main body.

As for Song Xiuyang, he turned his face away to avoid looking at him, his handsome face showed embarrassment.

Cheng Qiao hurriedly turned her back and straightened her shirt, her blushing face was/delicate/yan/desire/drip.

He coughed twice, and explained loudly on purpose: "That senior, you misunderstood, ahem...you wash first! I'll go out first."

After speaking, he rushed out the door, but just as Song Xiuyang relaxed his vigilance, Cheng Qiao suddenly opened the door and appeared in front of him.

Song Xiuyang took a half step back hastily, a trace of helplessness flashed across his deep eyes, if this guy doesn't know it anymore, he doesn't mind getting on the bus first and then paying for the ticket.

"Well, senior, I have to clarify that I'm not interested in men either. It was really a misunderstanding just now."

"Boom—" the glass door was closed again.

Song Xiuyang, who was standing in front of the glass door, couldn't laugh or cry.

Cheng Qiao blushed and sat on the bed. Soon there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. He swallowed subconsciously, annoyed at his abruptness just now.

He really just wanted to stall for time, to get through this long night, but right now...

Cheng Qiao felt like picking up a rock and hitting her own foot, what kind of thing is this!

Fifteen minutes later, Song Xiuyang walked out of the bathroom. With the mist enveloping him, his already handsome face became even more handsome, and his black eyes were moistened by the mist.

It's just that the clothes on him don't fit well.

Cheng Qiao pointed to his clothes and said, "Is it a little small?"

Song Xiuyang didn't take it seriously, he just glanced at his clothes and smiled, "It's okay, you can go wash it."

"I'm fine, you go."

"Well, good." Cheng Qiao looked away from Song Xiuyang, maybe because of the embarrassment in the bathroom, Cheng Qiao always felt that he looked at Song Xiuyang with weird eyes.

He picked up the clothes he had prepared and ran towards the bathroom as if he had escaped.

Song Xiuyang stared at the glass mirror that separated the two of them, and smiled wordlessly.

Cheng Qiao was taking a shower, and Song Xiuyang was sitting at the table and drying his hair. He had nothing to do, and he began to look at the furnishings in the room.

He found that besides collecting cups, Cheng Qiao also liked to collect comics. On the bookshelf, he found many limited edition high-quality comics, some of which were even out of print, but to his surprise, he found it at the bottom of the bookshelf. A pile of old books.

Song Xiuyang walked over slowly, bent down with difficulty to check, it turned out to be a comic book from his parents' era.

He stared at those comic books for a long time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

The glass door of the bathroom was finally opened, and Cheng Qiao walked out of the bathroom cautiously, but there was no one in the room.

He hesitated for a moment, then took the towel to wipe off the water stains on his hair, and just as he walked to the bed, he saw Song Xiuyang who was squatting on the ground reading a book.

"Senior, you didn't leave."

Hearing the sound behind him, Song Xiuyang stood up suddenly, but he didn't want his legs to be inconvenient, so he staggered a little. Fortunately, he supported the bookshelf behind him.

Cheng Qiao hurriedly threw away the towel to help him, but was stopped by Song Xiuyang.

The hair on Cheng Qiao's head was still dripping, dripping onto the shirt, soaking into the shoulders and front of the shirt, and the skin//skin under the shirt was faintly visible, which aroused people's imagination.

Song Xiuyang looked at him slightly lost in thought, his eyes skipping over his hair, a little displeased.

"Wipe dry before going to bed."

"Huh? Oh." Cheng Qiao picked up the towel and tried to wipe her hair to ease the embarrassment between the two.

Seeing Cheng Qiao's restrained appearance, Song Xiuyang thought that he had to explain the matter clearly, otherwise it would be very troublesome for him to chase after him.

"I'm sorry just now, the reason why I said those words is because I'm not used to having people around me in the shower, and I didn't deliberately target you."

Song Xiuyang said this, which made Cheng Qiao feel a lot easier. After all, it is very embarrassing to be misunderstood to like someone, not to mention that he doesn't like to take a bath with others.

"I can understand, but I was too abrupt, senior, don't take it to heart."

After the two talked, Song Xiuyang's heart fell back to the original place. It was late at night, and he didn't need to stay in Cheng Qiao's room for a long time. "Well, then I'll go back to sleep and see you tomorrow."

Cheng Qiao's face turned ugly, "Okay, good night, senior."

He thought about his abruptness in the bathroom, and this time he did not dare to stop Song Xiuyang rashly no matter what.

Cheng Qiao sent Song Xiuyang back to the bedroom. When he returned to the room, he deliberately walked to the bay window and closed the curtains. He didn't let go of even the slightest gap on the curtains.

He stared at the closed curtains for a long time, until he got hairy and lay on the bed suspiciously.

The bedroom wouldn't be too hot with the air conditioner on, but hesitant Cheng Qiao was so timid that he buried himself under the blanket, and the shower he had taken was wasted again.

But because of his fear, he didn't dare to get out of bed, so he kept nestling in the blanket until his face turned red, and he was so frightened that he couldn't stay in the blanket anymore.

Cheng Qiao pricked up her ears to listen to the movement next door. Except for the sound of walking at the beginning, the next door was quiet, as if she was asleep.

He picked up his phone to check, it was already two o'clock, Song Xiuyang should have fallen asleep.

Cheng Qiao got out of bed and went to the table, and poured himself a glass of water, but no matter how he drank the water, the timidity in his heart remained undiminished. Even when he saw a place in the room where the lights could not be found, he would think that there would be trouble at any time. Good stuff comes out.

Cheng Qiao forced himself to sit back on the bed and fell asleep, but half an hour later, he still couldn't fall asleep.

As long as he closes his eyes, those messy things will flood into his mind immediately.

Cheng Qiao got up and finally made up his mind to go to the next door for help, but he had to take a shower before going.

After coming out of the bathroom refreshingly, Cheng Qiao didn't bother to wipe her hair, picked up her pillow, opened the door, and quietly walked to the next door.

There is a floor lamp at the door of the bedroom on the second floor, but the light on the floor is dim, and it can only illuminate the feet clearly.

It was only ten steps away from his room to the guest room, but Cheng Qiao ran over with her heart beating fast and her face grim.

Standing at the door of Song Xiuyang's room, he hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare to knock on the door.

After careful consideration, he decided to go back.Just when he was about to turn around and leave with his pillow in his arms, the door of the guest room was suddenly opened, and Song Xiuyang appeared in front of him unsuspectingly.

"Cheng Qiao—"

"Senior—"

The two yelled at each other at the same time.

Seeing Cheng Qiao appearing in front of the door with a pillow in his arms, Song Xiuyang was surprised and quickly realized, "Do you want to come in?"

Forget it, whatever you like, sleep is important, if you don't have any sleep, what face do you need?

Cheng Qiao smiled apologetically at Song Xiuyang, "Well, about the seniors?"

But he didn't wait for Song Xiuyang to respond, he walked directly into the guest room, stood by the wrinkled bed, hesitated for a while, and sat down.

Song Xiuyang closed the door, pulled up a chair on the side, and sat down opposite Cheng Qiao, "What's wrong?"

When his eyes caught sight of his dripping hair, he frowned, got up and went aside to fetch a towel and put it on Cheng Qiao's hand.

"Dry your hair first."

"Oh." Cheng Qiao took the towel, put the pillow on the bed, and rubbed her hair awkwardly.

"I had a nightmare just now, and I woke up covered in sweat, so I took a shower again." Cheng Qiao thought for a while, and he still wanted to explain.

"En." Song Xiuyang stared at the movements of his hands and responded softly.

"Senior, did I bother you just now?" Cheng Qiao didn't explain why he appeared by Song Xiuyang's door first.

"No, I'm thirsty and I want to go down and drink some water."

"Oh, then I'll pour it for you now." After speaking, Cheng Qiao got up and left.

"No need." Song Xiuyang quickly grabbed Cheng Qiao's hand and motioned him to sit down, "Do you want to ask me for something?"

Cheng Qiao glanced at the hand held by Song Xiuyang and hesitated.

Song Xiuyang pretended to withdraw his hand naturally, "Tell me, are you still afraid of losing face in front of me?"

Song Xiuyang's words really reminded Cheng Qiao, yes, what does he look like before Song Xiuyang?

Even so, it is still a bit difficult to say what you really think.

Cheng Qiao touched the stud on her right ear subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Well, I'm afraid..."

Cheng Qiao deliberately lowered his head and didn't look at Song Xiuyang's facial expression. He must be very surprised. Such a big boy is an adult, and he will be afraid of watching ghosts//movies until he can't sleep at night.

After waiting for a long time for the other party's response, Cheng Qiao looked up, only to see that Song Xiuyang took the towel in his hand, got up, walked to him and sat down.

He was wiping his head.

???

what's the situation.

But he didn't resist either.

"You want to sleep here?" Song Xiuyang's clear voice came from above his head after a long time.

Cheng Qiao continued to lower her head and gritted her teeth, "Yeah"

Where Cheng Qiao couldn't see, the corner of someone's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a charming smile, "Okay, just sleep here." The voice was a little doting and a little helpless.

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