[Ninjin] similar to you

Went out to patrol the room, came back and glanced at the alarm clock: "Go back to sleep, are you planning to stay with me all night?"

"I'm thinking." Nioh said, "You go to the clinic in the morning after your shift at night?"

"Everyone is busy at the end of the year, and there is nothing we can do."

Nioh nodded.

He got up and went to the window.

Behind the hospital building is a nursing home, and at night there are only dim street lights in the garden.

"You haven't changed much here in all these years," he said.

"How many years are so many years?"

"Fifteen...16 years?"

Resisting enough to turn the page of the case, he paused.

He turned to look at Nioh standing by the window.

The window is not open, but the night is still faintly smudged in through the glass.Half of the men standing in the light and shadow made people feel desolate for some reason.This is probably just an illusion, an influence caused by one's own state of mind.

but……

"It has been renovated inside and out, this hospital." Renzu said, "The current investors are rich and powerful."

"When it's dark, they all look the same, poof." King Ni laughed to himself after speaking.

He turned around and leaned against the window lattice and said emotionlessly: "In the hospital, you always have strange thoughts. Hey, you are on duty here every night. Do you have any strange stories?"

"You want to hear ghost stories?" Renzu pushed his glasses, "Aren't all the ghost stories in the hospital a routine?"

"You really haven't been scared? The light here is really not very good at night."

"Let me tell you a story, try it and see if you will be frightened?"

"Tell me." King Ren said indifferently leaning against the wall.

The story told quickly.

Those who listen may not be too distracted, but those who speak are quite serious.

Nioh heard the end and turned his head to look out the window.The hospital is very quiet at night, the doors and windows are closed, and the sound of the air conditioner is muffled.There is a Kansai accent in Ninzuzu's bass, which is not annoying or obvious, mixed in the standard language, but the words are pronounced like reciting poetry.

"You are not a ghost story." King Ni was silent for a while after the end of the story before commenting, "You are a love story."

He hooked his lips silently and opened the case again.

Nioh stayed in Shinozu's office that night.

He took out a few novels that Renzu had kept in a drawer in his office.

There are works by young authors as well as works by famous masters, and without exception, they are all tragedies.

When the sky brightened, Nioh turned the last page.

He exhaled and put the novel back down.

After checking the ward, Renzu walked in, with a little surprise in his tone: "Have you read everything?"

"Ah."

"So fast. Have you read it carefully?"

"Pfft."

He spit out a meaningless syllable, raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

Ren Zuzu walked over and patted him on the back: "Go back to sleep. Let you not stay up late."

"It's just one night." King Ren turned around and laughed at him unceremoniously, "Comparing the expressions of the two of us, it's obvious that you are worse."

"That's because I'm working." Renzu straightened his white coat.

The two of them said nothing more.

Although both of them knew in their hearts, some things were quietly changing.

The penultimate day of the year is the date for the scheduled party.Ren Wang told Ren Zu in advance that he was not sure if he would come back at night.

"Don't drink too much." Renzu reminded, "Your injury is not fully healed yet, so don't torment yourself if you want to go to work as soon as possible after the next year."

"Am I not safe enough? I'm almost like a mushroom living in your house." King Ni sighed.

Before going out, I put an umbrella in for him, and said that it is rare that I am not on duty and you have to stay out at night.

I've only lived here for a few days.King Ren said with a sneer.

He shook his finger at Shinobu, smiled and said that there is no way, whoever made you less important than them.

I will be sad when you say that.Leaning his feet against the door, he also laughed.

King Ni ignored him, and when he went downstairs, he thought that if I said you were more important than them, I would have seen a ghost.

How long has it been?

Is there a month?

Counting from hospitalization is another matter.

The traffic situation in Tokyo is not good.Nioh was too lazy to drive, so he simply took two buses.In this way, it's still early-not to mention Liu, who was transferred to Tokyo two years ago, Sanada and Yagyu are still working in Kanagawa.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Nioh went upstairs and opened the door of the private room.

Incense was also lit in the bourgeoisie-style izakaya, which neutralized the smell of sake.Some cold cuts and fruits were placed on the low table in the private room, and there was a row of wine bottles on the row of tables by the window.

Nioh sat down against the wall.

He took off the windbreaker he was just wearing and folded it by his side, and rolled up the sleeves of the sweater.

Marui leaned over and looked around: "You look fine."

"There's nothing wrong with it." King Ren said.

Liu, who was sitting opposite him, had a gentle expression and a gentle tone, but the content of his speech was completely opposite: "Don't say it's okay if you get shot."

"It was really just an accident." Nioh was a little helpless, "Go and ask Sanada, I can really be treated as a joke in the police station."

"You don't have to ask, it's what he told me." Liu said, "You've been silent for several years, and once you make a noise, it's a big deal... This kind of habit is not good."

Nioh originally wanted to refute how this has become a habit?

Thinking about what happened in these years, he really didn't have the confidence.

He simply kept silent, raised his hand and poured himself a glass of wine: "I thought you were joking when you set the location at the izakaya."

"A group of middle-aged men, where else can they be in an izakaya?" Yukimura, who was sitting next to Liu, smiled and said.

Nioh took a sip of wine and choked in his throat like this.

He turned his head and coughed for a long time, and managed to catch his breath. He couldn't laugh or cry: "Xingmura, can you change the word? Thirty years old can't be called middle age."

"Then youth?" Yukimura suggested with great interest, "Youth party, shall we try a bar next time?"

"...Sanada probably won't agree." Marui said while finding an orange from the table, peeling it.

Those who were not present had no right to speak, so Sanada was brought up as a topic and talked about twice.

You have to find a pass first to eliminate the sense of distance that you haven't seen for a long time, right?

"You've been back to China for so long, and you still don't plan to go home?" Yukimura asked after exchanging pleasantries.

Only Yanagi and Marui were present, and they were both insiders, so there was no need to talk about him.Yukimura thought that he had to ask some questions before the others came, so he cut straight to the point.

It was rare for him to have such a straightforward moment, King Ren couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

The smile on his lips faded a little, and King Ni looked down at the wine glass: "Xingcun."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if the shot didn't just miss the point...?" Yukimura's tone was still gentle, but the meaning was sharp, "You didn't tell them anything?"

King Ren frowned slightly: "Don't let them know when it's over, so you don't have to worry about it."

"You also know that they will be worried?" Yukimura snorted, "Nio, you are not a child anymore."

The atmosphere was a little dignified.

King Ren turned his head and didn't want to speak.

Marui looked left and right, and began to smooth things over: "Change the subject, how embarrassing it is for you to quarrel."

You can't argue at all, it's embarrassing for you to say that.

King Ren slandered in his heart.

He pursed his lips and drank the remaining wine in the wine glass on the table, refilled it, and then looked at Yukimura who still had a gentle expression but his eyes were not the same: "I will go back, but not now."

"What are you holding on to?"

"Yukimura, stop asking." Nioh smiled self-deprecatingly, "There are many things I did wrong. But it has become like this, and there is no turning back."

Yukimura suppressed his smile.

"I know." He also picked up the wine glass, "I'm not trying to convince you. What you want to insist on... I probably know. But Nioh, are you so tired?"

"It doesn't matter if you're tired or not, at least you won't regret it." Nioh said so.

He raised his glass and touched Yukimura, and drank it down again.

The author has something to say: For those who are worried about Ninzu, the fox is really good at cooking, he ate it himself first...

It’s just not good looking ╮(╯▽╰)╭

And I found that writing about two 30-year-old men... seemed to come naturally to flirting.

Oh, did they imply something?

It seems that it has reached a state where it can go further...

It shouldn't be my illusion, right?It wasn't planned that way...Okay, let's go further.This article was written more smoothly than I thought. The next door to ORZ is almost impossible to change...

Also, I found out how I was always writing about their parties...

I have written too many times and can't find a new point!

I have met the teacher who has had the most troubles since I went to college, and she is also a teacher of elective courses... Every class must have homework. So far, I have arranged 5 presentations, drawn three schematic diagrams, and there are class assignments and after-class reports on the computer. ...

The teacher of my professional class didn't care about us getting on the computer.

It's not such a difficult software, just minitab...Easier than SPSS...

Sentimental, I have to take the microeconomics exam in two days, and I haven't attended the class for a whole semester...

I’ve been hanging on Onmyoji for the past two days, but I couldn’t find a point to poke me, so I played casually, but I found out that I can get a star at level 17. I must be a handicapped game party ORZ

Speaking of which, SR is pretty easy to draw?But the SSR does not come out.I don't have a particularly big feeling, but I always feel like I'm drawing support... Sakura demon, demon luthier, although they are very beautiful, they seem to be support?In fact, I still like Sister Snow Girl, although the guide said she is not easy to use... Last time I wrote that Kirihara was a vampire princess, Nioh wrote it several times, and the white wolf also wrote about the dog that the fox got and carried the house. It’s amazing, the fox is really a dog type, the cherry blossom demon from Yukimura... Oh, I can’t remember, I wrote a lot of names repeatedly, and some didn’t write it if they didn’t want to write it... Anyway, the only one who came out with SR after Lihai finished writing the first time What about Yukimura?

Probably because I haven't completed the tasks every day and haven't completed the physical strength, so I have saved up for eight days and haven't saved up to 1000 Gouyu to make an eleventh company.In fact, I didn't smoke a few times, and I always produced repeated Rs and I fed them all.

Try to see the results of the 800th company in two days.It doesn't have to wait until midnight, it's okay at noon and afternoon?It's only over [-] now, the growth rate is so slow...

In fact, I really want to get the African Emirates reward.

I don't play games anyway.

The best player in the game is probably Nuan Nuan... My aesthetic is still OK ORZ

Out of aesthetics, I currently like White Wolf and Demon Luthier the most.

I want Yingcao.

I really want Yingcao.

The same is true for Hyakki Night Walk, the good-looking ones can't be thrown away, and the ugly ones will be broken into pieces.This game is mean to me...

By the way, I have been fighting automatically until now, so I don't know anything about all the collocations.Anyway, as long as it looks good.

And Sister Xue Nu is really easy to use during automatic battles.

I love Snow Maiden.

The game Onmyoji is really more complicated than any mobile game I have played before.

I refuse to recognize myself as a spring bug.

☆, 7

Some topics are suitable for talking after drinking, and some topics are better kept silent.

Having known each other for more than ten years, Yukimura knows exactly where Nioh's bottom line is.

After drinking this glass of wine, he took advantage of the situation to change the subject.

Niwang could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Talk about anything.

Work, life, and even talk about feelings.

He doesn't care either.No matter how you look at it from any point of view, Shun Shun graduated with a Ph.D. and found a job in a well-known psychological research institute. He can also do what he wants to do and get two salaries. Isn't this not enough for a "successful person"?

But these people know his details too well.

He insisted on going abroad alone, and endured all the censure in the past in silence.

But living alone is not as hard as it seems. For King Ren, what is even more difficult is the seemingly non-existent persuasion of these old relatives and friends.

He wanted to say he knew what he was doing.

But is it necessary to explain?

Caring turned out to be such a heavy thing.

But this path is your choice.

Nioh thought.

It is you who insist on moving forward, and you have already thought about the consequences.Then stop complaining.

Don't expect too much.

When the cold dish was half eaten by Marui, Kuwahara came in with Kirihara.

The man who has grown up to this age and still doesn't know his way has newly cut short hair, and the natural curl is not as good as when he was young.Neither he nor Kuwahara was a perceptive person, and neither knew anything about Nioh, but it eased the somewhat dull atmosphere in the room.

So when Sanada and Yagyu finally arrived, the private room was already full of food, drink, and play.

This can be regarded as a rare gathering in recent years.

"It's the fifteenth anniversary." Liu smiled softly, "It's a round number, so it's commemorative, isn't it?"

"It's been 15 years." Kirihara whispered.

Yes, it's been 15 years.

Nioh leaned against the wall with his chin resting, twirling the wine glass with one hand and supporting his arm with the other.

Those who came late were booed and persuaded to drink.

The man with the usual serious face frowned and raised his glass to drink seriously, while the man wearing glasses was probably planning to refuse, but the companion who came with him was too straightforward, so he had no choice but to drink the whole glass with his head up. All swallowed into the stomach.

"One more cup!" Kirihara booed.

As soon as Sanada raised his eyebrows, he was about to go into a fit, and Liu Zai said calmly, "It's okay, Chi Ye."

Without a breath, Sanada coughed.

After working for many years, his temper is not much different from when he was young.

The conversation after sitting down at the table begins with pleasantries.

As the first person to know about Nioh's injury, Sanada was both puzzled and worried.

"If you are a professional external employee, why would you be sent to the field?"

Nioh snorted: "Don't look down on people, I passed the physical fitness test and career selection, so I don't belong to 'external employment'."

"Oh." Sanada frowned slightly.

He is not very good at caring for others, and he has reached his limit here.Given his relationship with Nioh, he couldn't ask him to inquire further.This is also his courtesy.

Kirihara was at a loss after listening to the conversation: "Wait, Senior Nioh is a policeman now?"

"Forget it." King Ren hooked his lips.

After responding to Kirihara's question, he finally went to see Yagyu who was sitting next to Sanada.

It's a wonderful feeling.

It doesn't seem to have changed, but it seems to have changed a lot.

After they broke up, they broke all contact, and both parties began to avoid the occasions where they might meet.

In fact, there is no need to deliberately avoid it.Originally, there were not many opportunities to meet each other.

It was also at that time that he discovered that the relationship between him and Liu Sheng was really infinitely close to zero when both parties were negative.

Just like back then, if he hadn't taken the initiative to go to Yagyu and asked to "be a partner", Yagyu who stayed in the golf club might not have appeared in his life.

So gradually, King Ni began to understand that it was not Yagyu who he could not face.

But the self-righteous self.

The seats on the low table were changed, and the wine bottles placed at the end of the table were more than half empty.

When Kirihara and Marui pulled Kuwahara and began punching, Nioh's rather unusual silence finally caught Sanada's attention.

"Are you injured yet?" Sanada couldn't help frowning as he looked at Nioh who was half lying on the table.

Niwang waved his hand.

"Are you injured?" Liu Sheng, who had also been silent all this time, finally opened his mouth.He faced Niwang with just the right amount of concern on his face: "Don't drink if you're hurt."

"One or two said that." King Ni complained in a low voice, "I didn't drink much at all."

"That's true." Yukimura smiled at the side, "It's really abnormal for you to be so restrained today."

"Pfft." Nio finally couldn't hold back after holding back, "You have no position to complain about me like that, Yukimura."

"Oh?"

"Who was the one who insisted on bringing up some topics that made people want to drink away their sorrows?"

"It's me." Yukimura frowned, "What's your opinion?"

Nioh snorted, and finally lay down completely on the table.He buried his face in his elbow, revealing a pair of eyes: "No, what do I have to say. I'm still guilty."

Sanada didn't understand what kind of charades Nioh and Yukimura were playing, so he said hello straight away.

Liu Sheng guessed the point somewhat, but he didn't know how to call names.

He and Nioh met eyes in the dim and bright lights of the izakaya.

Very short, but also seems very long.

Some things were broken by the two people in this long-lost gaze, shattered into pieces and disappeared.

Nioh took out his mobile phone from under the table: "Leave a contact information, have you changed your number?"

Liu Sheng also took out his mobile phone calmly: "Work number and private number. How about you?"

"I don't distinguish between public and private."

Seeing that these two people really began to save their mobile phone numbers, Sanada had more question marks on his head: "Wait, wait, you don't have each other's contact information?"

"I just changed my number when I returned to China at the beginning of the year." Nioh said, "I haven't sent a group message to notify you, so I don't know if it's normal. I was surprised when you called me before."

"..." Sanada.

Seeing how delicate his expression was, King Ni had no choice but to explain with a smile: "Now there is no need to contact me on the phone. Every time Mrs. Wen finds me, she always chats with me directly on SNS. And if you ask Kirihara, he must not save me. phone number."

"..." Sanada was speechless.

He always felt that something was wrong but he couldn't detect what was wrong.

Turning his head to look at Liu Sheng, the gentle and refined man had a righteous expression on his face: "He's right."

After listening to everything, Liu silently turned his head and twitched the corners of his mouth.

It's really a lie to people.

How long have you two been unfollowing each other's SNS, and it's just Sanada who doesn't usually play social networks.

Even Kirihara once asked me if you guys had a falling out, and I fooled him into saying that you usually talk privately on the phone.

After a round of complaints, the sharp-eyed Liu saw Niwang put his phone on the table and swiped the screen silently.

...Is this the return of attention?

Forget it.

He sighed inwardly.

The water here is too deep.

No one can be blamed for the fault, and no one can be said to have made a wrong decision.It's just that we have a common beginning but can't reach a common end, and made different choices.

It's not too late for the party to end, even if it's the penultimate day, office workers still have to go to work the next day.

When I walked out of the izakaya, I found that it was raining lightly outside.

"The weather forecast is accurate one day." Marui took out his mobile phone and started poking at the taxi app. "I would have brought an umbrella if I knew it."

"Let's share a car, senior~" Kirihara laughed.

Marui raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you come here by car?"

"I've been drinking."

"Then call it a substitute driver." Marui looked disgusted, "Don't expect me to accompany you to the game hall when I go back to Kanagawa."

"Hey, hey, in your heart, I'm the kind of person who can only play games! Damn it, Marui-senpai, watch out!"

"Hey hey you guys..."

Kirihara and Marui, who had drunk a lot on the other end, started arguing again, and Kuwahara and Yanagi went to deal with the mess.

Niwang stood under the eaves with an umbrella in his hand, thinking that the tortoise hair of the foot is actually useful.

Liu Sheng looked sideways: "You take a taxi back?"

"It's already time, and you still have to walk by bus." King Ren said.

Liu Sheng nodded.

Of course he saw the umbrella Nioh was holding in his hand.

In the night, King Ni's eyebrows and eyes still have a little bit of sharpness from his youth, but the aggressiveness in his eyes is covered up, and they appear gentle for no reason under the night lights.

Liu Sheng suddenly felt relieved.

After many years, this man's attractiveness has not diminished but increased.

He seems to be living a comfortable life, and his ideals and enthusiasm have never been wiped out by life.

He didn't know how much of this performance was real, and he didn't want to guess any more.

But at least on the surface, it couldn't be better to be able to live in peace.

He wishes him well.

Don't ask about the past, don't look at the future, just this moment.

The people fighting over there were finally separated by Liu and Kuwahara.

Then was sent to the same taxi.

Liu was really worried that the two would start a fight again in the car, but he and the two were on different paths, so he had to ask Kuwahara, who was still sober, to watch more.

After so many years of graduation, I still need to worry about the uneasy juniors, which is also tiring.

After sending off the two most annoying ones, Liu came over.

Yukimura, Sanada and Yanagi were also going back to Kanagawa. Yukimura called a substitute driver, and a car was also very convenient.

Liu then casually asked King Ren: "Where do you live now?"

"Over there at Tokyo General Hospital." Nioh was still looking down at his phone, "Are you going the same way?"

"Different directions." Liu frowned, "You haven't been discharged yet, have you?"

"Consultant, are you drinking too much?" King Ren was speechless.

"I thought you lived in the police dormitory." Liu felt wronged.

King Ni replied somewhat vaguely: "It was before. Now...well, I'm sharing the rent with others for the convenience of recuperating."

"So that's how it is." Liu didn't want to delve into it, so he just let it go.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the izakaya, and he turned his head sideways: "You go first, go back and rest early."

"See you next time when you're free." King Ren waved his hand as farewell.

The distance to the taxi under the eaves is not long, but after thinking about it, Nioh opened the umbrella.

When he folded his umbrella and sat in the back seat of the car, he met Yagyu's blurry eyes behind the glasses.

He pursed his lips and smiled, silently mouthing.

Goodbye.

It was saying goodbye to Liu Sheng.

It is also saying goodbye to the self who has been brooding for a long time.

He thought that next time he met Liu Sheng, he should say thank you.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if the last chapter was written clearly, that is, Nioh and Yagyu broke up very simply and there was no entanglement, so Nioh’s psychological burden has never been here. Yukimura asked him if he was tired and did not get along with this It's irrelevant... I don't think Li Haida's group is the type to interfere with other people's choices.

Mainly... um, pressure from public opinion and family.

Yukimura would persuade Nioh because he was afraid that Nioh and his parents would regret it if they were too stubborn.However, I still feel that some things can be compromised and some things cannot be compromised.

I don't want Nioh to be a sloppy person, so he and Yagyu have a very ordinary EX relationship.

The same can be proved forbearance.

The healing period has long passed, and this article is still not abusive.

☆, 8

Nioh stepped out of the taxi.

He didn't wear a scarf, and the windbreaker was open, and the cool wind hit his skin.

The inevitable rise in body temperature after drinking and the stuffy air along the way make people feel hot and dry, and it feels more comfortable to be blown by the wind.

He didn't open the umbrella this time.

The drizzle is not strong on the skin, but because the temperature is too low, it feels slightly like needle pricks.

He has always loved the rain.

At the beginning, I was too lazy to open an umbrella, and then it became a habit.

He hates the sun, but he doesn't dislike sunny days.But one day he began to prefer rainy days.

He lived in England for a while, and when he had spare time, he would lie on the bed with the window open, half asleep and half awake listening to the sound of rain.

The rain in Tokyo is different from the rain in England.

Softer, more lingering, and colder.

That's fine, he likes the cold.

Nioh walked through the neighborhood before it rained heavily.

While waiting for the elevator, he wiped his face, and the alcohol dissipated with the rain.

The elevator goes all the way to the top floor.

Nioh took out the key and opened the door, and put the almost dry umbrella on top of the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

The light at the bar at the junction of the living room and the dining room was on, but there was no one on the first floor.

He has lived in Ninzu's house for more than ten days, so he is not very familiar with this house.

But it’s actually kind of like someone leaving a light when you come back late at night...

Although it is not late at night?

Nioh changed his slippers, and silently felt that he should also keep a lamp when he endured overtime.

The sudden exposure to hot air made him shiver, and the heat started from the palm of his hand and dyed his cheeks all the way.

Still unable to adapt to the air conditioner, Nioh hesitated, and went to the kitchen to pour water before going upstairs.

The hot water in the water dispenser was always at the right temperature, and the stomach that was infected by the cold air was soothed by the hot water. Nioh exhaled, sweating on his forehead, and finally felt more comfortable.

When he was drinking water, he could bear enough to hear the sound of walking down, so he stood at the foot of the stairs and looked at him with the faint light.

Although wearing glasses (of course without prescription), the man with good eyesight leaned on the handrail of the stairs, and frowned slightly after a long while: "Are you drenched in the rain?"

Nioh just put down his water glass.

He washed the cup and put it back in place, and walked towards the stairs: "It's a little drenched."

Renzu took a deep breath: "It's such a cold day, drinking wine and going to the rain...Are you afraid that you won't get sick?"

King Ren didn't leave quickly.Hearing this, he glanced at Renzu with a smile, and walked past him under Renzu's frown and walked up slowly bit by bit, his voice was more gentle than usual after soaking in the water: "What about people, always There will be a certain moment, when suddenly a string is connected to a strange place, and you want to do something crazy. Being in the rain...it’s not really crazy. But you understand this kind of feeling, right?”

"...what do I know?"

"It's like going to a night movie alone in the middle of the night. It's a feeling."

Renzu frowned and followed King Ren up, and after holding back for a while, he couldn't help but said: "Go to your feelings."

This is the first time Nioh heard Ninzu utter such forceful complaints with such a standard accent.

Ah, of course it’s not that I didn’t complain before Renzuzu, but... Basically, this guy has a hobby of deliberately lowering his voice with a Kansai accent. The more he’s in a good mood, the more he likes to use his breath. Like flirting.

King Ren laughed out loud when he heard it, and thought in his heart that Ren Zu's standard language was pretty good.When he reached the top two steps, he stepped up one step at a time: "Everyone has to have feelings, big or small. And isn't it a pity not to get sick once in winter?"

I'm at a loss for words.

He watched Niwang walk into the room without turning around to close the door, just barefoot—oh, this guy doesn't even wear slippers? ! ——Bending down to rummage through the clothes that were taken out of the suitcase and placed in the closet.

He leaned against the door frame: "Are you drunk?"

"What do you think?"

"...I think you're out of your mind." Renzu said honestly.

Nioh shrugged, not angry.

He tossed the clean clothes back on the bed and pulled the towels.

He lowered his head and glanced at the footprints that were faintly visible under the light, and said without sincerity: "Ah, I just stepped in when it was raining... It's okay, anyway, I won't go to work tomorrow, and I will clean it up."

"That's not the point." Ren Zu frowned again.

Nioh was still laughing: "Isn't this very important? What about your cleanliness as a doctor?"

"King Ni..." Renzu lowered his voice.

The unique voice passing across the eardrums would give people goosebumps. Nioh was briefly stunned, and stroked his wet hair again.The guest bedroom with its own bathroom is also a very extravagant point of this house.Nioh walked into the bathroom with a towel in his hand, and closed the door behind his back: "Just take a shower, and you won't necessarily get sick, right?"

"...If you drink too much, you will have big problems in the shower." Renzu rolled his eyes.

The sound of water sounded.

Bite enough to take two steps into the room.

The door of Nioh's bathroom was not closed at all, and more than half of it was casually closed, revealing a width that could not even be described as a "slit".White gas faintly began to spread.

How is my guest bedroom furnished?

Is the layout the same as the master bedroom?

He stared at the seam for a while.

Something got out of control tonight's rhythm, since King Ni opened the door.

But in fact, the rhythm between him and Nioh has been on the verge of getting out of control.

It seems that both of them want to maintain a little restraint and indifference, but because of their tacit understanding, their reserve and indifference appear to be extraordinarily false.

In memory, he and Nioh are not such compatible people.

But he and Nioh were not that familiar at first, so the authenticity of the "memory" had to be compromised.

What is happening now?

...This still needs to be confirmed?

Ninja Yuuji, you are 30 years old, not 13 years old.

He hooked his lips playfully, walked out of the room and went downstairs.

When King Ni walked out of the bathroom, he found a pair of slippers placed at the door, and there were traces of being rubbed on the floor.He raised his eyebrows while wiping his hair while trying to hold back. Is this a whim to do housework?

He folded the used bath towels and put them at the end of the bed, and put on a loose cotton T and home pants.

I dried my hair hastily with a hair dryer, and when I walked out of the bathroom, I leaned against the door frame with a glass of water in my hand.

Hot water, hair dryer and air conditioner made Nioh feel dry.

He took two steps back and sat on the edge of the bed, then walked in and handed the cup to him.

...to be too considerate.

Nioh took the cup while thinking.

I tasted it, it was sweet.

honey.

He frowned and turned to the bedside light to see the color of the cup.

"What are you doing with that expression? It's just honey water." Ren Zu said.

King Ren pursed his lips with a delicate expression: "It's too sweet."

"...Don't go too far, honey water is too sweet." Renzu said helplessly.

Nioh licked his lips noncommittally.

He was indeed thirsty, so he frowned and took two sips.

The sweet taste lingered between his lips and teeth, and he looked through the glass to see the eyebrows and eyes that were half behind the light.

Warm honey water can't dispel the dryness and heat.

He got hotter instead.

Sake is not drunk.

But the matter of being drunk or not... Don't you want to make yourself drunk, even if you drink water?

He kind of wants to do what is often done in dog-blooded illogical idol dramas, but he also feels that such things are too...a bit too much.

So, do you want to do it?

The hesitation lasted for a few seconds.

Niwang raised his head slowly, and glanced at Shinozu.

The moment they looked at each other, he made a decision.

"It's really too sweet." His voice was a little hoarse, "Can you try it?"

Browsing his eyebrows, he took off his glasses.

Now it's really difficult to ride a tiger.

But I'm still a little excited?

Thinking of this, King Ni felt that he might really be a little drunk.

He took a sip of honey water, put the cup on the bedside table behind his back, and raised his hand to wrap around Renzu's neck.And Ninja bent down in cooperation.

A kiss came naturally.

The angle of raising the head is quite high, which makes the attempt to pass the water much easier.

Of course, neither of them has this purpose.

A sip of honey water was quickly swallowed by the two, but the kiss continued.

It seemed urgent at first, both of them.Then breathing quickly becomes messy.

Nioh tilted his head up and felt a little lack of oxygen, so he reflexively moved back and wanted to distance himself a little.Renzu followed his strength and moved forward.

After both of them fell on the bed, their movements slowed down instead.

It was trying, but it didn't seem like it was trying.

They stopped when the sweetness remaining between their lips and teeth was almost gone.The kiss wasn't too deep, so they restrained their panting when they parted.

Even when kissing, their eyes are open.

Looking at each other, occasionally staggering their eyes.

It's like a confrontation.

The two of them didn't speak for a moment until their breathing gradually calmed down.

He didn't move.

From such a close distance, he could feel the high temperature on Nioh's skinny body—maybe it was because of the wine, maybe it was because he had just taken a bath.The smell of mint is very light, it should be the smell of shampoo.

He stocked the guest bedroom with unscented shampoo and body wash, which the man probably didn't like.

It is.

During this period of time, this person behaved so maturely and steadily, but in essence he was still reckless.

"Is it sweet?" The person who asked this question narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a bit of teasing and teasing expression.

Renzu raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "It's really sweet."

A deliberate gesture of puns.

King Ni turned his head to the side and laughed out loud, and the shock came through the close bodies.

Ninzu cared about Nio's body, even if the wound was basically healed, there was a hole in the whole body, and repairing it was not just a matter of good looks on the outside.He turned over and sat next to King Ren, and stretched out his hand to touch King Ren's forehead.

"I don't have a fever." King Ni raised his hand to cover the back of Ren Zuzu's.

The doctor's hand was warm, and when held by the slightly cool palm, one could feel the callus of the man's palm.

He frowned: "Why are your hands still so cold?"

"Born