I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Алекс used great willpower to keep himself from doing more despicable things.

He threw it back into the bucket and put his hand on the faucet, but he didn't move.

His eyes were glued to the pure white cloth that was the opposite of his black heart at the moment.

He gripped the switch harder and harder.

After a long while, Алекс seemed to have made up his mind, he picked it up through gritted teeth, and buried it with high nose bridge.

Sniff deeply like crazy.

Slowly, the frenzy in his eyes faded, his lips moved slightly, and his movements became gentle.

He must be crazy, he thought.

Otherwise, how could he do such a thing like a wild dog.

Is he sick?

but.

God, I'm sorry.

Julian is really, really sweet.

When Алекс gets carried away and puts one hand on the waistband of his trousers and wants to do other things.

"Boom."

He thought it was his own heartbeat.

Listen again, it's the door knocking.

Алекс looked at the wooden door at the bottom that was flooded with water, and said hoarsely, "Who?"

"It's me." Song Ziyan's voice.

Алекс's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly put the stolen fragrance back into the barrel, but the goodness he had just tasted could not be thrown away so easily.

Unable to control so much, Алекс picked it up again and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Song Ziyan didn't hear the answer: "Алекс?"

"Oh," Алекс exhaled and smiled calmly, "Julian, what's the matter?"

Song Ziyan asked him, "Have you finished taking a shower?"

Алекс didn't panic: "I'm done washing, I'm going to do my laundry."

Song Ziyan felt relieved, and said embarrassingly: "Then, then you open the door, and I will wash the clothes myself."

He just remembered that there is no machine for washing underwear here.

Алекс must be washed by hand, how can a friend do this for him.

Алекс's smile froze, he probably guessed it, he touched his trouser pocket.

It's best to put it back at this time.

but.

Алекс's heart beat and pounded extremely hard, and for a moment, he smiled lightly: "Julian, it's okay for friends to help with laundry."

Song Ziyan was embarrassed: "No... that, no."

Алекс asked: "Did you mean underwear?"

Song Ziyan's ears warmed up, and he scratched the door slightly: "Yes, you open the door, and I will wash it myself."

Алекс took a deep breath, opened the door and said doubtfully, "But I didn't see it."

Song Ziyan was taken aback: "Huh?"

He went in, rummaged in the bucket, and found a pair of black boxers.

Song Ziyan's mind was really confused about what happened tonight, he forgot whether he was wearing black or white, four corners or triangle, and opened his hands to look.

Алекс forgot everything else for a while, only those jade hands remained in his eyes.

Beauty is beautiful everywhere.

After a while, Алекс realized that Julian was holding his personal clothes.

His ears warmed up: "Julian, that's mine." Song Ziyan could tell that it wasn't his size.

His ears were also hot, so he stood up and went to check in the bag, feeling strange all of a sudden.

"Why not." Алекс made an expression that I don't understand.

Song Ziyan went back to the bedroom to look for it, but there was still nothing: "I clearly, I clearly remembered to put it in the bag." Ivan came out from another room with a towel in his hand. He was about to take a bath, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Ziyan was confused, and replied while thinking: "My underwear is missing."

Ivan said, "Huh? Why didn't you see me?"

"I don't know." Song Ziyan went looking again.

Ivan entered the room, saw that he hadn't found it after searching for a while, and said teasingly, "Julian, maybe you didn't wear any clothes at all today?"

? !Song Ziyan was ashamed: "No."

"You didn't wear it?"

"No! I wore it, but you didn't wear it."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Алекс cleared his cough and told himself not to think about it: "Ivan, go take a shower, and say hello after washing, I want to do laundry."

After Ivan left, Алекс asked Song Ziyan: "Do you have any replacements? If not..."

".Put on mine." Алекс took out a pair of new underwear from the bag, with an unnatural expression, but anticipation hidden in his eyes.

Song Ziyan froze for a moment, blushed immediately, and waved his hands: "No, no, I have it."

He was afraid that Алекс would think he was embarrassed, so his brain got hot, so he pulled down his pants a little and showed him.

Black, thin edge, triangle.

His skin is like winter snow.

The black lined the skin, like a white rose blooming in the middle of the night.

Delicate and colorful, attractive to people.

Алекс's Adam's apple rolled, and then he forced a smile: "Okay."

He turned around and put it back, and glanced at his trouser pocket, where the delicate leaves of the white rose were hidden.

It's a little hot.

Song Ziyan realized what he had just done, and hurriedly pulled up his pants.

Then he thought again, he and Алекс are straight men.

It doesn't matter if a straight man looks at the side of his underwear.

It's all my uncle and the system's fault.

Song Ziyan didn't plan to look for it again, let's forget it if he doesn't see him, it's time to talk about business.

Song Ziyan asked: "Алекс, the girl you said you like..."

Алекс sat on the bamboo chair: "That's not the case."

He used the same rhetoric he used to deal with Ivan, told him, and finally said seriously: "I definitely didn't lie to you."

Song Ziyan heaved a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't, it would be a great sin to have him.

Then, the next step is the plot. Song Ziyan sweated in his heart, and smiled dryly: "I don't have one either, and I'm all single." Алекс smiled wistfully, looked at him and asked, "Then you... want to look again?"

Song Ziyan shook his head, unconsciously scratching the quilt with his hands, and said with a blushing face, "I'm not thinking about that right now. I, I'm researching a new style recently, that is, Auguste Renoir's body aesthetic art."

Алекс a meal.

He did not study fine arts, but he had studied and understood the other party's works more or less.

Алекс asked unsurely: "The type of work by the bather?"

Song Ziyan nodded without looking at him.

Logically speaking, it's okay for them to talk about this kind of thing, but Алекс felt a little embarrassed, a little depressed, and a little jealous.

This means that Song Ziyan is looking for a naked model, girl, or boy.

Алекс forced a smile and said, "It's pretty good."

He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he asked him: "You said you have something to talk to me about, what is it?"

Song Ziyan squeezed his fingers, and smiled embarrassingly: "I'm just looking for a model, because... because it looks a little strange, so I want to try to ask you."

Song Ziyan added: "Your muscles are beautiful, and your body proportions are superb... In short, I really hope you can agree."

Алекс was stunned for a while, and his heart beat faster in an instant, and he was almost about to agree.

It suddenly occurred to him that he was in a state like a wild dog, in case he accidentally lost his composure in front of Julian...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Ziyan became nervous and asked cautiously, "Is it okay?"

Алекс tangled: "What do you mean by strange?"

Song Ziyan stared at him for a while, his face turned red under the dim light.

He murmured in a low voice: "It's just... I have my own technique. Compared with looking at the model painting, I want to follow my heart. But before that, I have to get familiar with the model's skeleton and body. So."

Song Ziyan got down from the edge of the bed, took out a brush from his bag, looked at Алекс shyly and said, "I need you to take off your clothes, and then I will draw your body inch by inch with the brush myself."

"Crack."

Алекс heard the sound of a string breaking in his head.

The author has something to say: Note: The extremely wrong behavior of the male lead Alex in this chapter must not be imitated in reality, daba daba