I jump repeatedly on the edge of life and death [Infinite Flow]

Song Qingshu quickly screwed on the lid, and threw the lubricant in his hand onto the tea table in front of him like a hot potato.With a blushing face and lowered head, he whispered "I'm going to take a shower", and then plunged into the bathroom as quickly as possible.

He turned on the shower as soon as he entered, and the warm water hit his face. After a while, the heat from the summit gradually subsided.

The water flowed down Song Qingshu's cheeks and hair, soaking his clothes.The thin cloth was wet and stuck to his body, which was very uncomfortable. After he calmed down from the panic just now, he took off the wet clothes on his body. The perfectly lined muscles were hidden inside. It really came out.

Although Song Qingshu is very busy, for the sake of his health, he still sets aside a fixed time in a week to go to the gym to exercise.In addition, he is not fat and has a relatively high body fat percentage, and he has formed smooth muscles over time.

Because he didn't deliberately create any effect, the muscles on his body are not as exaggerated as the muscular men in the gym. Instead, he belongs to a typical figure that is not obvious but has a good figure. In eight words, it means that he looks thin when he is dressed, and he has flesh when he takes off his clothes. .

Song Qingshu stood under the shower without hanging, allowing the water from inside to slide down along the muscle lines, and finally disappeared at the end of the mermaid line.

With his eyes closed, he was thinking about a very important question: how to spend this evening?

Seeing him enter the bathroom, Qin Shuiyue sat down where Song Qingshu was sitting just now, took a few pieces of toilet paper from the toilet paper on the coffee table, and wiped off the liquid dripping from Song Qingshu's hands just now.

He took out several boxes at the bottom of the plastic bag, walked into the bedroom, opened them and put them in the bedside table.

After doing this, he returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and read the messages sent to him by others on his mobile phone.

Some people are simple and serious on the surface, but they are blooming in private; some people are blooming on the surface, but they have not actually fought in private.

Song Qingshu belongs to the latter, so in the current situation, he is a little timid.

After a battle between man and nature, he turned off the shower, wrapped himself in a towel and walked out.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Qin Shuiyue turned her head and saw Song Qingshu coming out.

Just after taking a shower, Song Qingshu's body was still steaming slightly, and the unwiped water droplets shone like broken diamonds under the light, making it even more attractive against the smooth and moist muscles.

The fine short hair was pulled back, revealing the smooth forehead and delicate facial features underneath.

Qin Shuiyue's eyes were fixed on Song Qingshu's face. He put down his phone, waved to Song Qingshu, and said, "Come on."

Qin Shuiyue's hand seemed to have some magical power, which suddenly stopped Song Qingshu from going back to the guest room. As if he had been summoned, he walked up to Qin Shuiyue and sat down involuntarily.

Qin Shuiyue picked up the hair dryer from the coffee table, and while drying his hair, said to him in a hoarse voice: "I'll treat you to supper after drying your hair."

Song Qingshu:?

Well, maybe he was thinking too much.

But soon he denied his idea of ​​"overthinking".

Because after Qin Shuiyue finished blowing his hair, she pulled him up from the sofa and brought him into the bedroom with half her arms around her.

Song Qingshu: "Didn't you go for supper?"

Qin Shuiyue pushed him down on the bed, looked down at him and said, "Who says you can't have supper in the bedroom?"

The supper that Qin Shuiyue invited Song Qingshu to eat was baked pies, but he had never baked pies, but he was very talented in cooking, so he naturally learned how to bake pies without a teacher.

Qin Shuiyue's way of baking pies is very different from others. He first spread out a ball of soft dough little by little, then picked up the prepared oil and poured it on his hands, coating it evenly.

After the oil soaks into the noodles to make them softer, push in the selected thick, long and delicious ham sausage.When the face and ham sausage are tightly wrapped together, the pie is only half done.

Adhering to the principle that food tastes better when it is treated gently, Qin Shuiyue's actions are gentle from beginning to end.

He patiently made the ham-wrapped pies into various shapes, rolled them together or spread them out as he wished.While he was baking, he turned the pie that was facing him to the other side, so that the heat would be even and the taste would be better.

The pie was gradually cooked, and the color of the noodles turned from pure white to reddish, a little burnt, but Qin Shuiyue knew that the pie was more delicious at this time.

When Qin Shuiyue was busy, Song Qingshu was not idle either, he helped Qin Shuiyue bake pies together.

The chef is still Qin Shuiyue, but for some reason, he is even more tired as a helper.As the temperature of the baked pie increased, he felt his whole body burn and his brain become groggy.

The temperature was too high, and he felt a little suffocated. He had to start to reject Qin Shuiyue. He told Qin Shuiyue that he didn't want to bake pies in a changed tone.

But was rejected by Qin Shuiyue, the reason was that the supper was eaten by two people, so it didn't make sense for him to cook it alone.

When Song Qingshu heard this reason, he burst into tears. He shouldn't be greedy for Qin Shuiyue's supper.

In the scorching heat, as if a century had passed, Qin Shuiyue let out a muffled snort, and her body shook a few times, the pie was finally baked.

The moment the pie was baked, the temperature reached the highest, Song Qingshu was scalded, a white light flashed in his brain, and he groaned uncontrollably.

It may be that he stayed in the high temperature environment for too long, Song Qing sweated a lot, as if he was fished out of the water.

He was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, and he thought he must have collapsed from losing too much water.

Qin Shuiyue looked at his sweating profusely, and brought him a cup of warm water for him to drink.

The warm water flowed down the mouth and esophagus, and Song Qingshu felt better.

Although it was very tiring, the pie baked by Qin Shuiyue was really delicious. The incomparable taste made Song Qingshu feel addicted after eating it once.

It was already very late after the two of them had supper, Song Qingshu was sleepy so he didn't go back to the guest room, and fell asleep in Qin Shuiyue's bedroom.

When Song Qingshu woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and Qin Shuiyue was no longer there.He moved his body, but he felt sore and limp all over, and there was a slight pain in his secret parts that was hard to describe.

He closed his eyes slowly, and got out of bed after he got used to his physical condition.As soon as she opened the door, she saw Qin Shuiyue walking towards the bedroom with a bowl.

Looking at each other, Qin Shuiyue smiled first, "Come and eat something when you wake up, I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I made some porridge for you."

"I, I'll go to the bathroom first, and come over to eat after washing up." After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he slowly moved to the bathroom.

Qin Shuiyue put the porridge bowl aside and followed.

"Don't come in, I'll be fine in a while." Song Qingshu said hoarsely.

"Can you really do it? Don't you need my help?" Qin Shuiyue asked worriedly. He was still a little worried when he saw Song Qingshu walking.

Song Qingshu collapsed on the sofa in the living room as soon as he came out after washing. He also wanted to sit, but his physical condition really didn't allow it.

Qin Shuiyue handed him the preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the coffee table, and he just slumped there and finished the porridge.

After finishing the porridge, Song Qingshu sat on the sofa and read the news.

The news also reported several recent deaths, including those who stayed up late to die suddenly, those who suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and were not rescued in time, and those who died in a series of car accidents...

Each one represents a vivid life disappearing from the world.

There are a few familiar faces in the news pictures that seem to tell him that their deaths are inseparable from the game.Song Qingshu looked at the dead man and thought that he should not be allowed to harm others anymore and should be eradicated as soon as possible.

It's a pity that even if he wants to go fast, he can't go fast. The game entry time is limited, and now no one can enter the game.

He thought about it again, and there really was no better way than to wait, if there was, Qin Shuiyue and the others would have used it long ago.

Song Qingshu watched the news for a while, then clicked on the small game installed in the phone.

Because it was late when he woke up, it was time for dinner after he didn't play for long.

Probably to take care of him, Qin Shuiyue's dinner is also some food that is good for the stomach.

After dinner, Qin Shuiyue came up with the idea of ​​adding another meal after packing up.

Originally, Song Qingshu refused, and why would he add another meal when he was full, but Qin Shuiyue's cooking skills were so good that he hesitated.

Qin Shuiyue is a person with a particularly strong ability to act. When he hesitated, he had already started to prepare things.By the time Song Qingshu reacted, it was already too late.

However, Song Qingshu also knows the taste by eating marrow, so he half pushed and half let Qin Shuiyue go.