Do not provoke

After returning to the house and taking a hot shower, the cold and sticky damp feeling soaked by the rain subsided.

Tang Xingbei wiped his hair, quickly changed his clothes and came out, walked to Fang Lin's door, knocked on the door: "Are you all right?"

When opening the door, Fang Lin was only wearing a pair of loose black sweatpants, with damp moisture on his body, he held the short sleeve in one hand and closed the door: "Okay."

Tang Xingbei paused and glanced at him.

Although he had felt it for a long time, he could already be sure that Fang Lin was not a good student in the normal sense.

His skin is fair, his shoulders are flat and straight, his muscles are thin and smooth when he moves, and there are obvious scars on his waist and abdomen, but they should be very old, with only a few pale pink marks left.

Tang Xingbei looked at it for a while, then looked away again.

Fang Lin should have noticed his gaze, but he didn't intend to explain it. He just glanced over and put on the T-shirt casually. His wet hair was still dripping, and his eyebrows and eyes were submerged vividly: " let's go."

The ginger soup was boiled just right, and each of them took a bowl. The two lowered their heads and tasted it, then raised their heads in unison, stared at each other with wide eyes, and frowned: Why is it so bad!

Tang Xingbei flinched with the tip of his tongue, but still gritted his teeth and drank it all in one gulp, puffing his cheeks and swallowing it before putting down the bowl.

Fang Lin was so fast that he didn't even have time to stop him.

But after drinking a bowl of hot ginger soup, the remaining cold air in his body seemed to be evaporated. Tang Xingbei breathed a sigh of relief and stretched comfortably.

Fang Lin put away the bowl and hurriedly rinsed it, then turned off the kitchen light, turned to look at him: "Go upstairs to sleep?"

"Not sleepy." Tang Xingbei leaned on the chair and squinted at him.

Fang Lin put one hand on the edge of the chair and raised his eyebrows.

"Let's chat."

"...What are we talking about?"

Tang Xingbei glanced at his waist and abdomen, and raised his chin: "What's going on with you?"

Fang Lin lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to lift up the hem of his clothes, looked at the less obvious scars on his lower abdominal muscles, and said in a low voice, "Would you believe me when I said it was a gathering of people to fight?"

Taking advantage of this angle of up and down, Tang Xingbei raised his head, just in time to meet his drooping eyelashes.

Fang Lin paused.

Tang Xingbei nodded: "I believe."

Fang Lin looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed, put down his clothes and approached him, gently rubbing his head: "Let's go upstairs first."

Tang Xingbei subconsciously slapped his hand away, straightened his hair vigilantly, and glared at him: "Speak well and don't touch your feet!"

"Let's go." Fang Lin turned his head, with an indistinct smile in his eyes, "Please eat delicious food."

Tang Xingbei hesitated for a moment, got up, put on his slippers and followed him: "...what's delicious?"

Fang Lin ignored him and went straight upstairs.

"I rely on you to say half of what you mean, what do you eat?" Tang Xingbei quickly followed him very dissatisfied, and looked up at him, "Is it hidden in the house? Braised pork? Sweet and sour fish?"

While talking, the two had already reached the door, Fang Lin stretched out his hand and opened the door: "Come in."

Tang Xingbei paused, hesitated outside the door for a moment, gritted his teeth and followed in.

This is the first time he entered Fanglin's room.

The room is very clean, so clean that it is a bit harsh.

The cold white porcelain jade-colored wall cabinet and the pure black marble desk are spotless, and even the books on the table are neatly arranged.

My own room looked like a doghouse by comparison.

Tang Xingbei quickly recalled the undisguised expression of disgust when he saw his room for the first time, no wonder.

"What are you doing standing there? My family wants me to give up my seat?" Fang Lin seemed to have eyes behind his back, and said suddenly.

Tang Xingbei was a little embarrassed, looked left and right, pulled a chair and sat down: "What to eat."

Fang Lin didn't speak, he took out a light blue packing bag from the drawer and threw it to him.

Tang Xingbei raised his hand subconsciously to pick it up, and looked over and over in his hand: "...cotton candy?"

He couldn't believe it, and looked up at Fang Lin's desk, which was stuffed full of blue and pink packaging bags: "Do you like this?"

"Hmm." Fang Lin turned around to get a glass of water without looking up, "What's wrong?"

A man who is likely to be late for fights likes to eat marshmallows.

This conclusion made Tang Xingbei feel a little weird.

He had nothing to say for a while, lowered his head, shook the bag, opened it, frowned, made a soft ball and looked at it for a long time before throwing it into his mouth.

Sweet and sour, it is a taste that children will like.

Tang Xingbei raised his head. Little friend Fang was holding a water glass in one hand and looking at him indifferently: "I haven't asked you yet, didn't you go to a dinner party? Why did you come out by yourself?"

Tang Xingbei paused and looked away: "It's too boring."

Fang Lin raised his eyebrows, watched him stuff marshmallows into his mouth, and suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"

Tang Xingbei just wanted to say that I am still hungry after returning from the fucking dinner party, but the empty stomach and unsatisfactory tears on the tip of his tongue made him silent for a moment: "...Hungry."

Facts have proved that the real master is really omnipotent.

Although it is instant noodles.

Tang Xingbei stopped his chopsticks until his nose was sweating, stretched his waist, and sighed: "Fuck, all those years ago I ate instant noodles for nothing."

Fang Lin also ate a lot, half leaned on the back of the chair, turned his face to laugh at him: "You are too easy to pass away, I thought..."

He paused.

"What do you think?" Tang Xingbei sneered, and completed the second half of his unfinished sentence, "You think a young master like me must be so squeamish that he only drinks toilet water every day?"

Seeing that he didn't have any signs of blowing hair, Fang Lin curled his lower lip: "You're not a mosquito, what toilet water do you drink?"

Tang Xingbei snorted coldly, ignored him, retracted the legs on the chair, got up, picked up the bowl and walked to the kitchen.

"Why go?"

"Wash the dishes." Tang Xingbei replied lazily.

Fang Lin supported his temple with one hand, squinted at him, and smiled silently for a long while.