single sickness

When Xiang Mo returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, the person lying on the bed hadn't left yet.

He tore off the bath towel hanging around his waist, took out his underwear from the closet and put them on, his round buttocks pulled out a tight curve due to his bending over, making people unable to look away.

Tan Song lifted the quilt and got out of bed, hugged Xiang Mo from behind, buried him on his neck, and asked in a low voice, "Can you come tomorrow?"

"No." He replied without hesitation.

Tan Song seemed to have long been accustomed to Xiang Mo's indifference, and smiled indifferently: "You are really ruthless."

Xiang Mo never felt that there was any need for affection between him and Tan Song.

Solving each other's physical needs is nothing more than paying attention to boundaries is the best way to get along.

"Recently, a new colleague came to the company." Tan Song took a half step back consciously, "He looks good and has a good personality. Do you think I should go after him?"

It sounded like a new topic, but Xiang Mo could feel that Tan Song was still testing his reaction.As if unwilling to be rejected just now, she insisted on getting an unusual response from him.

At the beginning of the two people's contact, Tan Song was not like this, but recently he has a tendency to cross the line more and more.

"If you like it, go after it." Xiang Mo put on his pajama pants, his expression remained calm, without any change.

Tan Song looked at Xiang Mo for a while, and finally sighed as if giving up, and said half-truth, "Forget it, I can't bear you."

Only talking about sex but not love is the relationship between Xiang Mo and Tan Song.

Both of them are people who pay attention to physical and mental health. They never go out to mess around. After becoming regular bed partners, they always have only each other.

Such a relationship may seem close and strong, but it is actually very fragile.

Xiang Mo only knew that Tan Song was a salesperson in a 4S store, while Tan Song only knew that Xiang Mo ran a studio.In addition, the two know each other better than their respective friends.

If Tan Song decides to pursue his colleague, the two will naturally end their bed partner relationship.

Xiang Mo doesn't care, sex is just an adjustment to his life, not a necessity, and things like physiological needs don't have to be resolved.

However, his indifferent attitude didn't seem to be the response Tan Song wanted.

After getting dressed and taking out his mobile phone, when Tan Song was about to leave, a "creaking" sound suddenly sounded in the quiet bedroom.

The sound came from upstairs, and it was quite regular. If Xiang Mo guessed correctly, it was the sound of the wrought iron bed shaking.

Tan Song couldn't help but "tsk tut" twice, and said in a teasing tone: "The buddies upstairs are quite fierce."

Similar thoughts flashed through Xiang Mo's mind.

Before Tan Song's arrival, the "exercise" had already started upstairs, and after a short rest, the second round started now.

However, unlike Tan Song's purely teasing thoughts, Xiang Mo frowned imperceptibly, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

—He really hates noise.

Xiang Mo rented a three-story old bungalow.

At the entrance of the elegant small courtyard, there is a signboard of "Brush and Ink Studio". Push the door and enter the small courtyard, and you will find this small studio hidden in the downtown area.

There are long tables, easels and various painting tools in the studio, and there are many works by Xiang Mo and his students hanging on the wall.

From the wooden staircase in the middle of the studio to the second floor, the room on the left side of the corridor with the door closed all the year round is Xiang Mo’s private bedroom, while the room on the right side with the door always open is the public kitchen and bathroom.

Xiang Mo rented out the first and second floors, leaving only the bedrooms and balconies on the third floor of the whole old bungalow.

Due to the high rent of old bungalows and the price of a single room is not cheap, since Xiang Mo moved in, the bedroom on the third floor has never been occupied.

Walk a few hundred meters from here to the busiest downtown area. Renting a small apartment there is cheaper than renting Xiangmolou.

If it is not to experience the leisure and comfort of the old bungalows, or to feel the historical heritage of this block, no one will spend thousands of dollars to rent such a small room.

——Except for Du Chi, Xiang Mo's new neighbor.

I don't know if he was aroused by the voice upstairs, Tan Song, who had already reached the door, suddenly turned around, returned to Xiang Mo and hugged his waist.

Seeing the approaching lips, Xiang Mo subconsciously turned his face away, frowned and said, "Don't do that, Tan Song."

Kissing is not what should be done between bed partners.Xiang Mo can ignore Tan Song's verbal temptations, but if Tan Song always crosses the line again and again, then he will end the relationship without hesitation.

"You really don't think about going further?" Tan Song stepped back with a helpless expression, "I thought we were a good fit."

"That's just what you think." Xiang Mo didn't want to complicate the relationship between the two, so he chose to refuse bluntly, "If you still want to come, don't mention it again."

"Okay." Tan Song is not an ignorant person, seeing that Xiang Mo has already mentioned this point, he no longer makes unnecessary temptations.

He walked to the door, turned to Mo and said, "See you next week."

Let's talk about it later, Xiang Mo thought.

He didn't want to wonder whether Tan Song's "reluctance" was true or not, because he himself was too lazy to spend his time on things like feelings.

Many people think that marriage is the tomb of love, but in Xiang Mo's heart, love itself is a tomb.

Whenever someone wants to drag him into the grave, he will only draw a line with the other party every minute.

The next day was a working day, and the studio would only open in the afternoon.

Xiang Mo, who was sleeping, was awakened by the sound of footsteps. After he gradually regained consciousness, he realized that it was the "good neighbor" upstairs again.

The old bungalow was built for a long time, and the sound insulation effect was poor. Du Chi had to use the kitchen and bathroom on the second floor, so it was hard for Xiang Mo not to be woken up.

Looking at the time, it was only after six o'clock.

Du Chi has the habit of running in the morning. Every morning at seven o'clock, he will take his big golden retriever out on time.

He only moved here for three days, and Xiang Mo was woken up for three days.

Especially last night when he was disturbed by the "creaking" sound and did not fall asleep until midnight, Xiang Mo thought that Du Chi would not go for a morning run this morning, but this man still went out unshakably.

Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future.

Xiang Mo repeated these words in his mind, and slowly fell asleep.

When adults are often troubled, most rational people will choose to be patient.The annoyance of being woken up gradually dissipated with the drowsiness, but Xiang Mo was woken up again by the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping."

Huo Dadi opened the curtains and looked towards the source of the noise, only to see Du Chi squatting in the yard downstairs, tinkering with his heavy motorcycle with a wrench.

That's right, in the corner of Xiang Mo's favorite courtyard, there appeared a black motorcycle that did not match the style of the studio.

Xiang Mo suddenly began to regret that he should have rented out the entire old house in the first place.His income from selling paintings and opening a studio is not bad, enough to afford the expensive rent.

If he had known that he would meet such a neighbor, he would rather spend money to buy a clean house.

Going to the bathroom to wash up, repeating the boring brushing action, Xiang Mo's annoyance gradually calmed down.

——Fortunately, Du Chi is a clean person.

The toiletries were neatly placed in the bathroom cabinet, clearly separated from Xiang Mo's things.The kitchen will also be cleaned up in time after use without leaving dirty stains.

It is not easy to meet a roommate who loves cleanliness, but Xiang Mo still can't stand the noise.

From the second floor to the first floor, the third sister had already been waiting in front of the rice bowl and meowing.Sanhuamao has never been close to family members, but the third sister is special. She grew up in the studio and rubs her legs when she sees people. She is the famous Neptune in the studio.

After pouring cat food into Sanmei's rice bowl, Xiang Mo made himself a refreshing cup of coffee, and took the cup to the yard.

"Morning, Mr. Du." Greeting Xiang Mo.

The weather in mid-April is very comfortable, the sun shining on the skin is just the right temperature.If it weren't for the smell of engine oil that filled the yard, Xiang Mo would have enjoyed this peaceful morning very much.

"Morning, Teacher Xiang."

Du Chi just finished his work, covered the toolbox at his feet, and stood up from behind the motorcycle.

He was wearing a light gray short-sleeved shirt, and the back of his neck was slightly steamy, which could be seen not long after taking a shower.

When washing in the bathroom just now, Xiang Mo smelled the fragrance of shower gel, and he believed that if he and Du Chi were close enough at this time, he should smell the same smell.

"Are you busy?" Xiang Mo asked.

There are no nutritious questions, just polite small talk.

"I'm done with my work, I was doing maintenance just now." Du Chi lowered his gaze as he said, ready to take off the linen gloves on his hands.

Xiang Mo stood on a step, just at eye level with Du Chi.In terms of perspective, Du Chi's eyes are at Xiang Mo's eye level. When Du Chi lowers his head, Xiang Mo can clearly see the height of the bridge of his nose.

Xiang Mo has painted many portraits, some in plaster and some in real life. The proportion of facial features with three courtyards and five eyes is not uncommon.But like Du Chi, even Xiang Mo hadn't drawn many facial features with such three-dimensional features above the standard proportions.

Withdrawing his thoughts, he talked to Mo: "That's good. There is something I want to discuss with you."

Du Chi paused as he took off his gloves, and raised his eyes to look at Du Chi: "What's the matter?"

"The sound insulation effect of the old bungalow is not good. When you walk upstairs, can you be a little lighter?"

Compared with the annoyance in the morning, Xiang Mo said it very politely. After all, neighbors can see each other without looking up, so there is no need to speak mercilessly.

But Xiang Mo didn't want to do useless work.

Du Chi seems to be a casual person, and he doesn't seem to think about others.Fearing that Du Chi would not take his words seriously, Xiang Mo added pointingly: "The quality of your bed seems to be not very good. It rang all night last night."

After saying this, Xiang Mo picked up the coffee cup in his hand and took a sip with his eyes down.

The one-night statement is a bit exaggerated, but it stopped after one o'clock in the night.

Xiang Mo deliberately used exaggerated words, just to let Du Chi know that he was polite on the surface, but in fact he was very upset.

Du Chi obviously understood Xiang Mo's reminder, chuckled, and continued to take off his gloves: "Okay, Teacher Xiang, I will pay attention in the future."

Unexpectedly, the matter could be solved so easily, Xiang Mo politely said "I'm in trouble", then turned and walked back.

The sound of gloves slapping the motorcycle seat came from behind, mixed with Du Chi's lazily shouting: "Teacher Xiang."

Xiang Mo stopped and turned to look at Du Chi.

"The sound insulation effect of the old house is really bad."

Du Chi stopped patting his gloved hands, looked straight over, and met Xiang Mo's eyes.

There was inexplicably a bit of teasing in the sincere eyes, and a bad premonition faintly appeared in Xiang Mo's heart.

He subconsciously thought that Du Chi would say something like "I can't help it" and "understand each other", but Du Chi smiled at the corner of his lips and thoughtfully reminded: "You are also making a loud noise."

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Written at the beginning: Shou is always 0, and Gong Shou will not mess with the contract, except for the plot of having a relationship with others in Chapter 1, there will be no more after that.If you mind, please stop the loss in time!