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Murata was soaked in hot water, lying lazily on his stomach—his body was very flexible, and he could easily press his upper body onto his thighs and knees, and his hair was wetly attached to the back of his neck and shoulders.

The black hair and the pale skin form a strong color difference, and he has long hair. Just looking at the back, it is very confusing to have a disordered gender.But when he moved his gaze down a little, he saw the smooth and beautiful muscles on the boy's shoulders, and he could easily tell that it was a young boy.

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, took some shampoo in the palm of his hand and poured it on his hair, a lot of bubbles would appear after a little rubbing.He pressed Murata's shoulder and reminded Murata: "Lean back, so as not to get bubbles into your eyes."

"Okay."

He lay back obediently, with the back of his head leaning against the edge of the bathtub, his pale and delicate face exposed in front of Fu Heihui.Murata's eyes are still closed, the eyelashes cast a dark blue shadow on the lower lid.The foam from the rubbing climbed forward to the forehead, and some touched the eyebrows.

Fu Heihui bent his fingers and wiped away the foam that crossed the border—his wet fingers also touched Murata's brow bone, with a clean and refreshing mint smell.

When the bubbles are crushed by fingers, there will be an extremely subtle and dense crackling sound.Then, along with Fu Heihui's fingers, the fine voice brushed against the tip of Murata's ear, slightly inside the pinna.

He raised his eyelashes, "It feels like water is entering my ears."

Fu Heihui: "I didn't go in. I put the water on—"

"it is good."

The hot water was poured down from above, and the steam in the bathroom was very heavy, and Murata's half-squinted eyes couldn't see Fu Heihui's face clearly.His mind is blunt, and the rationality that was taken out of his mind when he was studying just now seems to have not fully returned.

Because the clothes are dirty and the body is also stained, so we still have to take a shower together in the end.

However, Murata did not feel shy.How should I put it... It's just a shower, and I've done more intimate things after confirming the relationship, so I don't feel embarrassed even if I'm honest with each other.And it doesn't matter if all boys take a bath together——

It seems that couples should be shy?

They are couples after all, right?

He was distracted, his eyes were not closed tightly, and some hot water soaked in.He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly; as soon as he closed his eyes tightly, Murata felt that the hot water above his head had stopped, and Fu Heihui asked in the same tone as usual: "Did it get into your eyes?"

"……Um."

A dry towel covered her face, and Fu Heihui's fingers rubbed Murata's sunken eye sockets through the soft dry towel.Murata's voice was muffled, and came out from under the towel: "I'm looking for Mr. Wutiao today because my boss wants to talk to him, and asked me to help him get in touch with Mr. Wutiao."

He felt the fingers gently pressing on his eyelids stop.

Fu Heihui's temperature seeped down through the towel, covering Murata's eyelids.There are many slender blood vessels spreading on that thin layer of skin. They are very sensitive to changes in temperature, and every little wind and grass will quickly capture this change and feed it back to the brain nerves.

It's a pity that their owners' brains are now like a big, 130-degree obtuse angle.

He just felt that Fu Heihui's fingers were so hot - and then he couldn't think of anything but to go elsewhere.Perhaps because I am young, I am more likely to be teased. If I taste a little bit of sweetness, I will always receive some meaningless hints, and I will eagerly associate it with certain aspects.

But just thinking about it, I feel a little embarrassed after thinking about it.

Murata took the dry towel away from his face, and looked up at Fu Heihui.

Because the hot water has stopped, the white mist is not so thick.Murata could see Fu Heihui's face. He was wearing short pajama pants and no shirt. His hair was wet and hanging down, but the edges of the hair curled out in bunches, like the sharp ends of sea urchins.

Murata's thinking suddenly jumped to another place.He raised his hand and pinched a pinch of black sea urchin tips, wondering: "Why does it curl up when it's wet?"

His hand was right in front of Fu Heihui—when his fingers pinched the lock of hair, a small stream of water was pinched from the black hair tip, flowing down Murata's pale wrist.Fu Heihui's eyelids twitched, he grabbed his wrist and rescued his 'Sea Urchin'.

"...my hair has always been like this. Don't you?"

"No way."

Murata sat up a little bit, bent his knees, and brushed his hair: "Look, it's smooth, not curled up."

His hair is smooth whether it is wet or dry.Fu Heihui also felt very curious - he touched Murata's hair: it was really smooth, black and shiny, and the hair was not pointed and curled up.

Murata's pointed hair will run along the neck and shoulders, and stick to the skin softly.

Fu Heihui found it very novel.In his impression, even if a boy's hair gets wet, it is rare for a boy to stick to his skin so docilely.

Is it because Murata has long hair?

Fu Heihui: "Has your hair grown?"

Murata: "Is there?"

Fu Heihui touched his hair with his hand, and his fingers touched his shoulder: "It used to only reach below the ear, but now it reaches the shoulder."

Murata himself reached out and touched it: "...it seems to be like this. Or should we just keep it longer? Or cut it off?"

"Wait, if you cut it short, will your hair be spiky like yours?"

Fu Heihui replied honestly: "I don't know."

Murata is the kind of person who has a particularly strong ability to act.This idea came to his mind, so he was eager to try it, and said excitedly: "I'll try to cut my hair short after the competition tomorrow!"

"Where did you get your hair cut?"

Fu Heihui: "... At first, Tsumiji cut it for me, and then occasionally cut it by myself."

Murata said without thinking, "Oh, then you can cut it for me later."

He lazily returned to the hot water again—the hot water was not too hot at this time. Murata lay down for a while and felt that he was too short, so he simply moved forward and lay on Fu Heihui's slightly higher knee: "I The boss is the new head of the Ubayashiki family, of course, he is just one of my bosses, and Yinshin is also my boss."

Anyway, they are all paid, and it’s not bad.

Megumi Fukuro is no stranger to the title 'Uniyashiki'.A large family that has stretched down from thousands of years ago, but the intersection with the magic world has always been shallow, and it was not until the new master took over that he began to contact the high-level people in the magic world.

Gojo Satoru once said that the current Patriarch of Ubuyashiki is not the same as the previous Patriarch of Ubuyashiki. He is a man with as magnificent ambition as his appearance.When beautiful ambition and beautiful skin appear in the same person at the same time, he has a special attraction.

Megumi Fukuro: "Does the Ubuyashiki family want to go deeper into the magic world?"

Murata tilted his head and thought for a while, the obtuse angle in his mind was barely compressed into an acute angle of thirty degrees.He said: "It should be a little more than in-depth. That guy likes to be in control, and he probably wants to settle in the high-level and directly share some of the power."

Fu Heihui was keenly aware of Murata's words.

'that guy'.

It's not a surname or a first name, and the ambiguous pronoun is very natural, which shows that Murata often calls each other this way.

I care a little bit.

I don't know if I should ask.It seems that I am too stingy if I only ask about one title.But he really cared... He cared a lot about other people's names that occasionally popped out of Murata's mouth, casually.

Murata was still lying on his knees, his unattached skin gradually became cold, and water droplets slowly dripped down from the ends of his hair.Fu Heihui wrapped Murata's dripping hair with a dry towel—a few strands of hair fell out from the edge of the towel and drooped on Murata's forehead and cheeks. carry.

Like a puppy begging to be petted, or just drenched.

Fu Heihui didn't hold back, and scratched Murata's chin with his fingers.Murata laughed slightly, his eyes were crooked - he muttered, his tone softened by the hot water: "Why do you pet me like a dog?"

Brother Ku made a sullen face, and retorted blankly: "Illusion."

Murata: "Really not?"

Fu Heihui repeated confirmation: "No."

It is not suitable to soak for too long in the bath.Fu Heihui lent her school uniform to Murata. They were almost the same size, and Murata wore Fu Heihui's clothes just right.

The school uniforms of college students are all customized, and each student can modify the basic shape according to his own preferences.For example, Murata's school uniform is a shirt with his own haori on the outside.

Fu Heihui's school uniform has a high collar with a very wide collar, which can cover the chin and a little lip when sitting down a little slouched.Murata has never worn this style of clothes, and he finds it very novel. He stands in front of the mirror in Fu Heihui's dormitory——

With a bang, the zipper was closed.

With a bang, the zipper was pulled down.

Fu Heihui threw the dirty clothes of the two of them into the washing machine, and when he came back, he saw Murata lowering his head and fixing the zipper.He froze for a moment and asked, "Is the zipper broken?"

Murata raised his head with a serious expression: "I just played with it, but I didn't control the force well, and it broke."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He wanted to laugh a little, but held back.

Murata quickly put back the derailed zipper head. This time he controlled his strength and pulled the uniform/uniform zipper tightly: "The collar is so wide."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Oh, boyfriend jacket!"

Fu Heihui was a little helpless.The corners of his mouth slightly curved, but he didn't speak.

It was Murata's first visit to Fu Heihui's dormitory, and he was very curious.After studying Fu Heihui's school uniform on his body, he went to study the pot of pumpkin on Fu Heihui's balcony.

It's the flowering period right now, and between the thick dark green leaves and vines, there are bright yellow and bright pumpkin flowers, about the size of an adult's palm.Murata was in a panic, and put his palm on it to make a gesture - and then he was printed with yellow pollen on his palm.

He looked at the palm of his hand, lost in thought.

Fu Heihui took out a facial tissue, walked to Murata, pulled his wrist, and carefully wiped the palm of his hand clean.The pollen trapped in the palm lines was also carefully wiped off bit by bit with the folded corners of a paper towel.

Murata propped his cheek with the other clean hand, and asked, "Why do you grow pumpkins on the balcony? Don't you usually grow cacti or something?"

Fu Heihui raised his eyes, and his dark green eyes calmly looked directly at Murata: "Probably because other people's boyfriends will give you a collection of flowers, but my boyfriend only gave me "How to Grow Qualified Pumpkins in Three Years" Bar."

Murata was silent for two seconds, and under the gaze of her boyfriend's eyes as clear as a forest, felt guilty for a few seconds very rarely.He insisted on defending the gift he gave him: "It's hard to plant cactus, let's plant pumpkins."

"The fried pumpkin seeds are delicious."

Fu Heihui took over the words calmly: "Then you come to play after the pumpkins are formed."

Murata nodded like a pounding garlic: "Okay, okay——"

After a pause, Murata thought for a moment, and added: "You can come and play if you don't grow pumpkins... Ah no, I mean, come and learn?"

Fu Heihui's movement of wiping the opponent's palm stopped.He raised his eyes and looked at Murata.Murata sat obediently across from him.

He suddenly found that when Murata was sitting in a very good posture, he looked like a girl—knees and thighs together, plum red pupils staring at the person he was talking to without blinking.

Murata's long black hair, which had just been dried, was already past his shoulders, and his black uniform had a high collar, but the neckline was wide open.Fu Heihui stood condescendingly, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see the very obvious green dragonfly on his neck.

Murata poked the back of Fu Heihui's hand with his finger: "Hui?"

Fu Heihui took his gaze away from the dragonfly.He took a deep breath, then let go of Murata's hand, and said righteously: "Don't always think about learning from me, you have to learn to work hard by yourself."

Murata: "...?"