boyfriend provoked by roommate

When Song Shuo came back from the experiment, Lin Shuhan was still sound asleep. When he climbed up to get the charger, he caught a glimpse of Lin Shuhan's face sleeping like a pig, snorted twice, and stretched out his hand to kick him off the quilt. It was swung over and covered Lin Shuhan's stomach, which woke him up.

It should have been awakened directly from the dream. When Lin Shuhan opened his eyes, his expression was dull, and he stared at Song Shuo in a daze.

Song Shuo: "Are you awake?"

Lin Shuhan closed his slightly parted lips, swallowed subconsciously, and subconsciously made a voice similar to coquettish: "En~"

Song Shuo: "..."

Lin Shuhan: "...why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Shuo: "Nothing."

Lin Shuhan lifted the quilt from her body, sat up and asked, "Have Zhu Xun and the others gone shopping?"

"It should be." Song Shuo dragged out the contraband that had not been used for a long time from under the table. It was when they saw the dormitory next door cooking noodles when they were freshmen. Amway also bought one, but because of laziness, they seldom took it. After using it, it was dusty, so Song Shuo put it in the sink to wash it.

"Oh, why didn't Zhu Xun call me? I also want to go to the vegetable market." Lin Shuhan slowly climbed out of bed. He walked around in the dormitory wearing a pair of shorts, squeezed toothpaste and stood up. Beside Song Shuo, brushing his teeth while watching him wash the pot.

Lin Shuhan leaned over: "Would Ning Fang mess with the washing machine?"

Song Shuo: "...Brush your teeth and don't talk."

Lin Shuhan: "Why Sen?"

Song Shuo: "Stop spraying foam."

Lin Shuhan glanced blankly, subconsciously pursed his lips with white foam, stepped back in embarrassment, quickly washed the foam off his mouth, then wiped his face casually, and leaned over again: "Not now Spray foam, let me help you."

Song Shuo raised his chin: "Go wash the dishes."

Lin Shuhan skipped to get the bowl, and heard Song Shuo say again, "Can I wear a pair of pants?"

Lin Shuhan clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and when he turned around, he deliberately touched his legs with his fingers, imitating the beauties in black silk on TV, poking their buttocks, and asked, "Why? Are my legs not good-looking?"

Song Shuo: "..."

Lin Shuhan: "...Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Shuo turned around and said, "Nothing."

When Zhu Xun and Cheng Huan returned to the dormitory with a big bag of vegetables, they had already finished washing the dishes for a long time, and they were sitting in the dormitory looking at each other until a cry for help came from outside the dormitory: "Open the door!"

Lin Shuhan immediately ran over to open the door, and when he opened it, he was taken aback: "Damn it, you two are planning to go back to celebrate the New Year?"

There is a bag in the left hand and a box in the right, for fear that the dormitory management downstairs will not see that they are coming to the dormitory to cook.

"Guess how much we spent?" Cheng Huan winked at Lin Shuhan.

Lin Shuhan: "...do I have to guess?"

Cheng Huan: "It's less than two hundred! I didn't expect that."

Song Shuo glanced at the plastic bags that kept being carried into the dormitory, pursed his lips, and said, "Are we going to eat hot pot for a week?"

He bought more meat dishes than vegetarian dishes, but after all, the four elders eat a lot.Fortunately, Lin Shuhan had done housework with his mother a few times at home, and it was up to him to direct the washing of vegetables.

"Fuck me, fuck me! Lin Shuhan! Why are my hands so itchy?"

Lin Shuhan: "...Didn't I ask you to bring a glove to cut the yam? Damn, don't scratch it! The more you scratch it, the more itchy, oh, Song Shuo! What are you doing with diced tomatoes? You can't get farts if you throw them in... Zhu Xun , can you stop? You go and sit, and I will cut."

After a meal, they were all hungry and started eating hot pot.

"Fuck, isn't it delicious to go out to eat?" Cheng Huan said angrily, holding the cup with his red and swollen hands.

Zhu Xun was also physically and mentally exhausted: "Damn it, who said that going to the hot pot restaurant is troublesome, so I have to do it in the dormitory."

Lin Shuhan stretched out a small hand to his face, timidly: "I'm sorry, it's me."

Eating hot pot in the dormitory not only takes a long time to work, but it is also very simple——

They surrounded Lin Shuhan's bed with a collapsible table, and each of them sat with a slipper under their buttocks.

Song Shuo held the plastic lid in one hand, because Lin Shuhan couldn't find his bowl, so he left a lid for him to eat. He looked for the diced tomatoes he had cut, but he couldn't find them. Song Shuo had a faint feeling Bai was busy and depressed, a piece of chicken wing was suddenly handed over on the simple plastic cover, and Lin Shuhan sandwiched it: "Song Shuo! Thank you for lending me the bowl."

Song Shuo: "The chicken wings are not cooked yet, are they?"

Lin Shuhan: "Fuck, it seems so."

He picked up another ugly cucumber that someone cut and handed it to him: "The cucumber is edible."

Song Shuo: "...Thank you."

Cheng Huan groaned, and fell on Zhu Xun: "Zhu Xun! People also want to eat cucumbers, so help me pick them up."

Zhu Xun gave him a push: "Damn it, speak up, don't you feel disgusted."

Cheng Huan: "No, no, this is what they want! I want to eat, I want to eat! I want to eat! My hands and hands hurt! Can't I pick up my own food!"

Lin Shuhan: "Please, Zhu Xun, hurry up and give it to him."

Zhu Xun: "..."

The author says:

Zhu Xun: Unlucky!