The cold beauty coach likes to be good [e-sports]

Fang Huai lowered his eyes to hide the panic in his eyes, and he was typing on his mobile phone.

[Square: Red light. ]

[Ring: No. ]

[Ring: Brother Huai, look at me. ]

Song Rongtan raised his head and poked Fang Huai's back, making him look back at himself.

The signal light turned green at this time.

Song Rongtan: ...

Fang Huai turned around, couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.

[Square: Well, green ones. ]

[Ring:...]

[Ring: The dog is crying and crying.jpg]

The atmosphere was thus disturbed.

Song Rongtan's whole body drooped.

Fang Huai watched, stretched out his hand and snored softly on the top of his soft, fluffy hair, and then looked at Gougou with satisfaction and almost froze instantly.

[Square: Today's game was great. ]

[Ring: Is Brother Huai satisfied? ]

[Square: No dissatisfaction with you. ]

[Square: I mean the game. ]

When Fang Huai realized what he said, the message had already been sent out. Even though he immediately patched it, he still clearly felt the eager gaze on his back.

Afterwards, no matter how many messages Song Rongtan sent him, he never turned on his phone, but pretended to be sleepy and leaned against the glass to close his eyes.

He felt Song Rongtan gently tugged on his sleeve, and then his whole body followed Song Rongtan's strength and leaned firmly on his shoulder when he was sitting upright.

Song Rongtan even used a down jacket to pad a soft and comfortable pillow on her shoulders.

Fang Huai didn't feel sleepy at first, but in the end he really took a nap.

Back at the residence, once the door of the hotel was closed, all sounds outside the house were cut off.

Too quiet.

"...You go to wash up first." Fang Huai said, "Go to bed early after washing."

"I'm a little thirsty." Song Rongtan stumbled for a moment, "I, I'll drink some water...Brother Huai will go first."

Fang Huai was also made a little uncomfortable by his reaction, so he didn't "give way" to him any more, and turned to go into the bathroom.

When closing the door, he saw Song Rongtan wandering about in the room from the corner of his eye.

Fang Huai suddenly regretted why he didn't ask Fang Yaoming more in the car at night, what did he say to Song Rongtan.

It was a good dog hook, but after going around Fang Yaoming's place, why did it come back...

But he didn't bring the phone in, so he could only enter the shower with a complicated expression.

If Song Rongtan looked like a good student who studied steadily and solved problems in a regular manner before, now he seems to be eager for quick success.

It's like getting the answer as soon as the exam starts, and I can't wait to skip the steps and fill in the correct answer directly on the answer sheet.

But he was also afraid that the invigilator would not give him points.

Fang Huai vaguely guessed that Fang Yaoming might have...accidentally revealed the testee's questions in this exam.

He pursed his lips.

Suddenly, there was the sound of something being knocked over on the table, and Song Rongtan's furious and annoyed sound.

Fang Huai laughed.

He turned off the water and asked, "What's wrong?"

After a while, Song Rongtan's reply came from outside, and he hesitated to speak.

"It's okay... I accidentally spilled the drink."

The voice came from the bathroom door, but there was no movement to push the door open.

Fang Huai was silent for a while, and said, "You want to come in and wash your hands?"

"Can, is it possible?" Song Rongtan was so nervous that he slapped his lips.

"...There is a shower curtain." Fang Huai was momentarily speechless.

In the next second, the door was pushed open, cold air from the outer room rushed in, and the temperature of the shower room also dropped a little in an instant.

Fortunately, Song Rongtan came in very quickly and closed the door behind him.

Warm steam filled the limited space again and again.

Song Rongtan suddenly felt a little short of breath, her breathing became faster and heavier, and her heartbeat also changed accordingly.

He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face.

Behind a layer of glass, Fang Huai obviously felt that the water coming out of the shower head was a little smaller.

Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that it was Song Rongtan who turned on the faucet outside.

Fang Huai found this kind of experience with a certain sense of connection even though they were separated.

"Clap!"

"hiss--"

There was another fluttering of tinkling bells outside.

Even if Fang Huai didn't ask, he would have guessed that Song Rongtan probably knocked over something on the sink again.

There is also a series of chain reactions.

For some reason, the image of a rampaging dog suddenly appeared in Fang Huai's mind.

It is a big dog with long golden hair and a small pull on the back of its head.

He smashed through all kinds of roadblocks that hindered him all the way, stumbled but ran towards him with a firm goal.

"It's okay, brother Huai, it's okay." Outside the glass, Song Rongtan squatted down and curled up into a ball, looking at his sore toes, while trying to maintain a steady voice.

Fang Huai lowered his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"I think you seem a little... not calm today."

Song Rongtan looked up blankly: "Ah, I..."

"Are you in a hurry to get something?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know how to speak.

He just stared blankly at the light yellow plain shower curtain, the heavy fabric couldn't see through anything.

——If it can be revealed, he must not dare to look at it like this.

The curtain suddenly moved abruptly, and the middle part seemed to be clenched.

Song Rongtan's heart stopped beating, and after realizing that it was simply being held and there was no unnecessary movement, it resumed its irregular and frantic beating.

"Ring." Fang Huai said.

"When you win the championship, you get what you want."

His voice blended with the sound of running water, bit by bit washing away the wall of reason that Song Rongtan built himself.

Until a certain moment, the wall suddenly collapsed and collapsed.

Song Rongtan could only feel the extremely scalding blood pumped out of his heart, rushing to the top of his skull in an instant.

He felt that he seemed to be dizzy from the heat of the bathroom, and he actually had a body sensation similar to that of being drunk.

The canine teeth rubbed against the lower lip, and Song Rongtan spoke.

"Brother Huai..."

"Do you know what I want?"

Across the curtain, Fang Huai was silent for a while.

He swallowed the answer that he was about to blurt out, and suddenly remembered that he had misunderstood Song Rongtan several times before.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Huai spoke.

"You want...stars?"

Song Rongtan paused for a moment, then leaned back dejectedly by the sink, despising the thought that he had just crossed the line in his heart.

"...I want whatever Brother Huai gives me." He said.

Suddenly, he saw the shower curtain being gripped and slowly pulled it a little bit to the side.

The curtain on the far right, which was originally tightly stitched, was withdrawn.

With a width of only seven or eight centimeters, it stopped there.

Song Rongtan's pupils shrank suddenly.

The barrier between the two spaces seems to be only this foggy glass.

A slender and beautiful hand protruded from behind the curtain, and the fingertips with wet water droplets stuck to the cold mist.

Song Rongtan stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Through the glass, their fingertips touched.

The ruddy fingertips on the inside paused for a moment, as if they wanted to pull away for a moment, but they still stayed where they were for some unknown reason.

Song Rongtan felt as if an electric current ran through his whole body, and a faint tingling sensation spread from his fingertips to his whole body... skin, hair tips, heart, and heart.

Fang Huai moved his fingers.

He drew a small five-pointed star around Song Rongtan's fingertips stuck to the glass, and circled his fingertips in the middle.

Then without any extra pause, the wrist quickly disappeared inside the foggy glass.

Song Rongtan still didn't pull his hand away.

Brother Huai is a magician from a mysterious world?he thinks.

Did he put some kind of spell on me, a confinement spell?

Song Rongtan's senses seemed to have completely failed, and his thinking became dull. He only felt that his fingertips were unwilling to leave that small restricted area.

Draw the ground as a prison.

Fang Huai closed the shower curtain again.

At that moment, the hazy and misty stars were instantly filled with soft and sweet creamy yellow.

"Your star today." Fang Huai said belatedly.

His voice was heated in the bathroom by the hot mist.

A simple sentence fell into Song Rongtan's ears, but it seemed to be hotter than steam, and his ears instantly burned red.

"Brother Huai," he said.

Fang Huai waited for half a minute before he got what he had been struggling with for a long time.

"I want to take pictures...for the stars." Song Rongtan said. "But I don't think that's a good idea."

"Brother Huai is inside, it's inappropriate for me to do this."

Fang Huai closed his eyes, his breath stagnated: "...then you still ask me?"

Song Rongtan's voice was a little aggrieved: "But it's disappearing soon."

"The glass is fogging up again... because the water inside is too hot."

Fang Huai gritted his teeth slightly: "Then you mean to let me take a cold shower now?"

Song Rongtan didn't know whether he was choked by the over-humid water vapor in the air, or something else, and coughed a series of times.

Fang Huai was stunned for a moment, and just about to ask, he heard Song Rongtan try to speak.

"Here, it's almost winter...Brother Huai, don't take a cold shower."

Fang Huai pursed his lips, just as a feeling of warmth surged into his heart, Song Rongtan stumbled and opened his mouth again.

"If you need me, I can help you."

Song Rongtan's words echoed in Fang Huai's suddenly empty mind like an echo.

[there is a need……]

[help you……]

[help……]

Fang Huai's face suddenly turned red.

He clenched his fists tightly and was about to hit the glass hard, but he held back in the end, and the sound almost came out from between his teeth.

"Yes, shoot, just, shoot." He took a deep breath, "If you don't shoot, get out!"

Fang Huai felt that he had become a little anxious recently, and the number of swearing had almost risen in a straight line compared to the previous two years.

In the past two days alone, he seemed to have scolded Song Rongtan to "get out" no less than three times.

Song Rongtan is well-behaved, although sometimes he will rub it for a while, but in the end he can roll away obediently and mellowly.

Fang Huai comforted himself in this way, and the "click" of the shutter suddenly sounded in his ears.

He froze.

He was standing here like this, wet, only the transparent and colorless water flow meandering left, covering a part of his body, but nothing could cover it.

Beyond the running water, there is only a shower curtain with water droplets hanging on it, and a blurred and fogged glass.

Another shutter sound that pierced through all the thin coverings.

Song Rongtan covered the part where the phone was making the sound and became muffled, but it still spilled out between his fingers and landed in Fang Huai's ear.

For a moment, he felt that the one whose mouth was covered was himself.

"Voice..." Fang Huai struggled to speak, "Turn it off."

Obviously no one was restraining him, but it seemed that the heat in the air had turned into something tactile. Fang Huai subconsciously stepped back and hid himself in the water, but the heat still wrapped his lips.

The dream he thought he had forgotten last night suddenly poured out from the memory drawer.

Song Rongtan was very obedient, he turned off the sound of the shutter, but it seemed to put Fang Huai in another position where he couldn't get up or down.

Fang Huai seemed to have both eyes and ears covered.

He could no longer know any of Song Rongtan's movements.

Where and when will he press the next shutter?

Fang Huai suddenly struggled.

"Is the filming done?" He took a deep breath, and his voice was conveyed with emotion and temperature.

He didn't know how long he waited, maybe it was three to five minutes of extreme patience, or maybe only a few seconds.

He suddenly stretched his hand around the shower curtain, and landed three fingers on the cold glass, smearing the star indiscriminately.

"Brother Huai..." Song Rongtan was about to speak, but Fang Huai cut him off again.

"Take your phone, now, immediately... get out."

Song Rongtan accepted it as soon as he saw it, and the smile in his voice clearly fell into Fang Huai's ears through two barriers.

"Thank you Brother Huai!"

He said it like [Thank you for the hospitality].

After the sound of closing the door sounded, Fang Huai raised his hand to turn off the shower, and opened a gap in the glass door almost as if calling for help.

He suspected he was going to drown in this warm, misty bathroom.

A bath was a mess.

After Fang Huai dried his hair and calmed down his emotions, he finally stepped out of the bathroom.

Song Rongtan was turning on a reading light, sitting under the quilt and looking through her phone.

"Looking at the photos?" Fang Huai asked in a casual tone as much as possible.

"Ah... um." Song Rongtan nodded.

Fang Huai threw the towel aside, walked over and stretched out his hand naturally: "Let me see how you are doing, Photographer Song."

Song Rongtan obviously hesitated for a moment.

Fang Huai panicked for a moment.

"Is there anything you can't let me see?" He frowned slightly, and the hand hanging by his side was already clenched slightly where Song Rongtan couldn't see.

Song Rongtan had better not be... what was filmed...

The phone finally fell into Fang Huai's hands.

Fang Huai flicked his fingers, all of them were the milky yellow stars in various compositions, and there were two pictures of Song Rongtan still naively making a "yeah" gesture under it.

After a long silence, Fang Huai couldn't hold back a chuckle.

Come to think of it, Song Rongtan didn't want him to see the photos, probably because he was afraid that he would think he was childish.

Fang Huai shook his head slightly, and continued to swipe the last one.

His smile froze.

It was still the creamy yellow star, but a water mark was drawn from it by a hand.

The fogged glass allowed the hand to be captured only as a vague, slender outline, with an overly fair complexion.

With the powder fumigated by the hot air on the fingertips, stick it on the glass, dragging a tail for the stars.

Like a shooting star.

The newly flowing mist has made the outlines of the stars unclear, and the warm light in the bathroom draws warm edges on the cold white jade-like knuckles, becoming the brightest and most colorful trail of meteors.

There also seemed to be less noticeable fog outside the shower, making the whole picture hazy.

It is clearly a bright and warm orange-yellow background, but it also has an ambiguous feeling.

Fang Huai felt that the phone suddenly became hot, and with a flick of his fingertips, he touched the home button of the phone by mistake.

The phone was ejected from the camera page and returned to the desktop.

...and that photo again.

Song Rongtan has already set this photo as a desktop.

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