Breeding Manual of Cat Movie King

Qiao Ze: ...

There was an air of silence and awkwardness in the air.

Qiao Ze coughed, looked at Bai Heng's wet pants, froze for a few seconds, walked forward, first carried the culprit down and put it on the ground: "That... sorry, this cat doesn't usually behave like this ..."

Bai Heng didn't move, his hands were still in the air, his eyes were fixed on the wet spot, his whole body seemed to be frozen.

Qiao Ze put the cat on the ground, crossed his hands, stared at that piece, scratched his head, and said tentatively: "That... Teacher Bai, if you don't mind, change my pants...?"

If you don't mind, you can only change it.

Better than wearing pants wet with cat piss.

Bai Heng didn't respond, and still maintained a motionless posture, but the ups and downs of his chest and the rapid breathing revealed his mood at the moment.

Qiao Ze: ...

It's over, Bai Heng's cleanliness seems to be really serious.

Look, people are freaking out.

Seeing that Bai Heng didn't reply for a long time, Qiao Ze made a quick decision, took out a few wipes, squatted down in front of Bai Heng, and wiped Bai Heng's wet pants with the wipes.

Bai Heng was taken aback for a moment, pulled away from the discomfort and nausea all over his body, and raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

Qiao Ze moved slowly and focused, rubbing carefully bit by bit, and a cold feeling spread from his legs.

Qiao Ze squatted in front of him, with his head down, only revealing the fragile and delicate white back of his neck with a few touches of pink.

Bai Heng closed his eyes slowly, and pulled down his clothes.

"Don't—you get up."

Qiao Ze raised his head: "Huh?"

Bai Heng rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and said calmly, "Get up."

Qiao Ze: ...

Why did your tone turn cold again?

Qiao Ze felt a little guilty, guessing that Bai Heng was angry, but he couldn't figure out the reason for his anger, so he hurriedly stood up.

"it is good."

He paused, and tentatively said, "Then, shall I go find a pair of pants?"

Bai Heng nodded and gave a gracious compliment.

Seeing that Bai Heng finally let go, Qiao Ze breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and took out a pair of pants from the closet: "Go take a shower, there is hot water, here—"

Qiao Ze handed the clothes to Bai Heng, and was about to point Bai Heng in the direction of the bathroom, when he saw Bai Heng took the clothes and walked towards the bathroom.

Qiao Ze: ...

What's the matter with Bai Heng's familiarity with this place?

After a while, there was the sound of water dripping from the bathroom.

Qiao Ze sat and read the script, waiting for Bai Heng to wash it out.

Suddenly, the sound of drizzling water suddenly disappeared.

Qiao Ze raised his eyes from the script and looked towards the bathroom.

What's the matter, suddenly stopped?

Because the water in this house is often cut off, Qiao Ze couldn't help worrying about whether there was no water.

Qiao Ze put down the script, approached the bathroom, and knocked on the door: "Teacher Bai?"

There is no sound inside.

What's wrong? ?Nothing will happen, will it?

Qiao Ze was a little anxious, knocked on the door quickly, put his ear to the door and listened to the voice inside, and asked, "Teacher Bai?"

Sudden--

The door was thrown open unexpectedly.

Qiao Ze was leaning against the door, staggered and almost fell.

Immediately afterwards, a hand that was stained with water droplets and steamed, with well-knit joints stretched out, grabbed Qiao Ze's wrist, and pulled it in.

Bai Heng exerted great strength, and Qiao Ze was terrified. Before he could react, he was dragged into the bathroom.

"boom--"

The door was locked again.

Qiao Ze was grabbed by the wrist, and before he could stand still, a hand pushed his shoulder hard, and he fell to the wall.

Too late to react.

There was a cold and hard wall behind him, Qiao Ze closed his eyes in panic, and the back of his head was ready to face the dull pain of being hit——

Hit an unexpected softness.

No pain.

Qiao Ze opened his eyes.

Bai Heng supported the wall with one hand, and rested the other behind Bai Heng's head.

The soft palm was protecting the back of Qiao Ze's head, and the back of his hand hit the cold and hard wall.

Qiao Ze was stunned.

The bathroom is full of water vapor, foggy, and the surrounding temperature keeps rising, lingering an indescribable atmosphere.

Bai Hengchi's upper body was naked, with wet drops hanging on his body, and only a white bath towel was wrapped around his lower body.

He lowered his head slightly and looked down at Qiao Ze.

Qiao Ze raised his head slightly, meeting the restraint in Bai Heng's eyes.

Qiao Ze's heart suddenly beat a lot faster. He didn't know if it was due to the increase in temperature. His face was slightly flushed, extending to the base of his ears.

In the bathroom with the sound of needles falling, Qiao Ze could only hear his own heart beating, which was extremely frightening.

The soft spot on the back of his head was getting hot and he was having trouble breathing.

The tips of the reddish ears were fully seen by Bai Heng. He lowered his eyes slightly, pulled out the hand supporting the wall, and followed Qiao Ze's hand.

All the way, he felt the pulse of Qiao Ze's wrist.

Bai Heng held Qiao Ze's wrist and felt it quietly.

The beating frequency was exceptionally abnormal.

Ten seconds later, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and stroked Qiao Ze's wrist.

Qiao Ze not only felt itchy in his pulse, but also felt his legs were a little soft. If he continued like this, he probably wouldn't last long. His ears were red, and he pulled his hand back:

"Teacher Bai..."

Bai Heng frowned and glanced at him: "Call me Bai Heng."

Qiao Ze was stunned for a moment, cleared his throat, and said unnaturally: "Well, Bai Heng——arrest me in, what's the matter?"

Grasp……

Qiao Ze wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

What a broken word.

Bai Heng laughed softly, the laughter was crisp and itchy.

He leaned over to Qiao Ze's ear and whispered with his breath:

"No shower gel."

Qiao Ze: ...

Hold.

Can't you say it well...

Qiao Ze blushed, and tried to keep his breath steady: "Then...then I'll go buy it."

After speaking, Fei Ye seemed to open the door, stumbled out of the bathroom, and slammed the bathroom door.

Qiao Ze escaped, gasped for breath twice, took a few breaths of fresh air, and then recovered.

Although he has written so many fanfictions, all of which are colored fanfictions, it is still a bit difficult to see a scene with such a large visual impact for the first time.

Qiao Ze shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the memory just now, but the more he worked, the clearer he became.

Bai Heng exuded dangerous eyes, well-defined abdominal muscles, and the soft palm against the back of his head. The pulse of his arm felt like it was scalding.

Qiao Ze pushed open the door and went out in a trance, bought shower gel and came back, almost forgot to take the money from the store, his mind was buzzing.

He didn't dare to approach the bathroom again, and put the shower gel outside from a distance, coughed guiltyly, and rushed in loudly: "Mr. Bai, I put the shower gel outside, take it."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Bai Heng's answer, she hurriedly fled to the living room.

10 minute later.

Qiao Ze put down the script and listened to the sound of dripping water from the bathroom. His mood gradually calmed down and he began to realize that something was wrong.

No, he just bought that bottle of shower gel a few days ago, why is it gone?

The amount of this shower gel is not a problem to wash a few super big furry bears, why is it gone? ?

Qiao Ze held the script, his mind full of question marks.

After a while.

Bai Heng's hair was dripping with water, and he came out of the bathroom wiping his hair.

Qiao Ze couldn't help but ask, "Well, Teacher Bai, I remember the shower gel I just bought a few days ago..."

Bai Heng glanced at him, slowly brushed his hair, and said lightly: "I'm not used to that, I'm allergic."

Qiao Ze: "..."

Fine……

Qiao Ze's mind is still a bit confused at the moment, and it's not enough. If he is a little clearer now, he will immediately realize an extremely simple logic——

Since Bai Heng is allergic to shower gel, why didn't he mention it when Qiao Ze said he wanted to buy shower gel, in case he bought the same shower gel as before.

Bai Heng looked down at his pants.

Qiao Ze was nearly half a head shorter than Bai Heng, and his trousers were also a lot shorter.

They were obviously long trousers, but when Bai Heng put them on, his ankles were completely exposed, turning into cropped trousers.

Qiao Ze rarely used perfume, and there was only a faint scent of laundry detergent on his body and clothes.So are these pants.

Bai Heng rubbed his pants, his eyes darkened slightly.

Very familiar taste.

Qiao Ze shook his head, trying not to think about what happened just now.

He put his trousers away and asked, "Can your trousers be washed?"

Bai Heng was lowering his head and pulling his pants, when he heard this sentence, he raised his head and said, "You want to wash it for me?"

Qiao Ze said as a matter of course: "Yes, can your pants be washed, if not, I will send them to dry cleaning."

Since it was caused by my own cat, I must be responsible for it myself.

Bai Heng recalled the "Do Not Wash" label on his trousers, nodded and said, "Yes."

Qiao Ze nodded: "OK."

After finally dealing with Mao Mao's farce, the two officially sat down to discuss the script.

The discussion time passed quickly, and when I looked out, it was almost dark.

Qiao Ze breathed a sigh of relief after sending Bai Heng away, and drank several glasses of water.

What happened today is too magical, I dare not write like this when I write fan-humanities.

He, a straight man.

Bai Heng, another straight man.

How could this kind of scenario still happen.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Qiao Ze looked at the caller and picked up the phone.

Song Feijue's voice was urgent and anxious: "Brother, why don't you answer my phone?"

Only then did Qiao Ze look at the phone interface, and found that Sein Feijue had called him more than a dozen times in the afternoon.

At that time, he and Bai Heng were talking about the script, and the phone was on silent, so they didn't receive it.

Qiao Ze turned his neck wearily: "No, Bai Heng is leaving now, I just got the phone."

Song Feijue said vigilantly: "It's getting dark today, you guys have been reading the script for so long? Isn't it so?"

Qiao Ze held the cat in his arms.Following the cat's fur, he hummed weakly.

Song Fei felt that Qiao Ze's state was not right: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Ze sighed slightly: "I'm a little tired."

...A kind of bad guess formed in Seinfeld's mind. He thought it was impossible, and with the last sliver of hope, he asked: "Brother... What is Bai Heng doing, you are tired?"

Qiao Ze replied truthfully: "He took a bath." Qiao Ze stroked the cat and lazily added, "It's at my house."

Seinfeld suddenly felt that the thunderbolt was falling on him from the blue sky, and for a moment there were only two words that had been struck by lightning and turned into charcoal——

afterwards.