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The sound of water poured down, hit the frosted glass of the compartment, and shattered into continuous drops of water.

A dense mist soon rose over the bathroom, which was turned ginger yellow by the warm lamp.

The hot and humid air dispersed, and the two of them were only next to a pane of glass, cleaning their respective bodies.

Tao Xihong was wrapped in hot water, and his eyes blurred unconsciously.

The foam and water droplets of the shower gel kept hitting the glass, and through the frosting, a little bit of flesh color could be vaguely seen, which was the outline of Xu Jiangtong's body.

Tao Xihong looked up at the heating lamp on the shower, feeling parched, but the hot water did not quench his thirst, so he adjusted the water temperature to cold.

Xu Jiangtong took a quiet bath next door, feeling very reserved.

"Is this your first time in the bathhouse?" Tao Xihong took the lead to break the silence.

"Hmm." His voice was a little muffled.

"It seems that it is still not open enough, Mr. Jiang." Tao Xihong knocked on the glass, making a crisp sound.

Sure enough, Xu Jiangtong's body moved and moved back a little.

"It's just a different growth environment." He explained, "The Italian architectural style advocates design and practicality, and the partition of functional areas is clear and accurate. The bathhouse culture in the north is also derived from local traditions, but I am not used to it."

"You know a lot." Tao Xihong smacked his lips, "This shower gel is very cheap, are you used to it?"

"As long as it can be washed clean." Xu Jiangtong squeezed a little in the palm of his hand, and smelled it a few times before spreading it on his body.

The cool, sweet lemon scent wafts through the glass door.Tao Xihong sniffed hard, and jokingly said, "The teacher's family is rich, right? Such a casual personality, don't be fooled by the poor boy."

"It's not easy to lie to me." Xu Jiangtong laughed confidently, and it took him a long time to realize what he meant, and asked, "How do you know about my family situation?"

Tao Xihong continued to pour cold water: "Guess."

"My family does do business." He was noncommittal.

Of course, this sentence is somewhat ambiguous.To be precise, he was born in a traditional wealthy businessman's family. His parents run a clothing design company handed down from their ancestors, and they are quite prestigious in the fashion and sports circles.

"Then do you need to go back and inherit the family business? Will your uncles and aunts urge you to get married? What kind of commercial marriage?"

"..." Xu Jiangtong washed off the foam on his body, and asked suspiciously: "Tao Xihong, do you watch too many commercial TV dramas?"

"What TV show?"

"It's about domineering presidents and grievances of wealthy families." Xu Jiangtong tried hard to recall the modern Chinese vocabulary he saw on the Internet, tilting his head and thinking for a long time, "My Ugly Duckling Princess", "Meteor Shower Love"?"

"..." This time it was Tao Xihong's turn to be silent.

"Teacher, there are so many excellent movies and documentaries in our country, why do you watch this one?"

"Learn from others' strengths."

"What's so good about a soap opera?"

"At least let me see your perception of society."

"Then you don't understand..." Tao Xihong rolled his eyes, worried that the little beauty would force himself into a corner in the next second, and raised his jaw to talk nonsense.

But thinking of Xu Jiangtong surfing under the covers in the middle of the night, and examining the script with critical and research eyes, he thought it was cute.

Xu Jiangtong was confused when he heard that, so he turned off the faucet and wrapped a towel around his waist: "I'm going out first."

"Be careful." Tao Xihong shouted towards the door.

Xu Jiangtong quickly got dressed.Tao Xihong waited until the sound of a hair dryer came from outside before tentatively saying, "I'm here."

He responded briskly.

After getting permission, Tao Xihong opened the door and walked out.In the next second, he stared wide-eyed—Xu Jiangtong was only wearing a jacket and underwear, showing his fair and slender legs.The veins of blood vessels are clearly visible from the hot water, and the skin is slightly red, especially on the knees and ankles.

The sound of the hair dryer was not harsh, and he brushed his brown hair to the left side while humming an unknown song.

The tune is light and lively, like golden wheat waves swaying in the warm spring breeze.

Tao Xihong took a few deep breaths and quickly put on his pants.The two showed half of each other and looked at each other in the small dressing room.

Xu Jiangtong also looked at him involuntarily.Tao Xihong's upper body was still covered with drops of water, and his muscles were very well-proportioned. His abdominal muscles were evenly separated by the vest line and the shark line on his side, and each frame was full and shiny.The vest line extends through the navel to the edge of the belt, which makes people imagine.

The moment their eyes met, Tao Xihong joked, "It turns out that the teacher also likes to sing in the bath."

"Maybe because I have learned the violin." Xu Jiangtong turned off the hair dryer and wrung out the ends of his hair.

"He can also play the piano, which is amazing." Tao Xihong held onto the cabinet where the clothes were placed, blocking his next move.

Xu Jiangtong raised his head in doubt, and before he could ask urgently, he leaned over and said, "Sure enough, before becoming an artist, you must first turn yourself into a work of art."

"Where did you learn these words?" The small mole on the side of Xu Jiangtong's nose trembled slightly with his body.

"The teacher taught it."

"I never said that."

"Peaches and plums, the next from Seikei."

Tao Xihong refuted all his words.

Xu Jiangtong gently pushed his hand away, and turned his back to put on his clothes.The heating in the locker room was so hot that when the sweater was over his head, it seemed to grab all the oxygen around him.

Seeing his flustered movements, Tao Xihong smiled with satisfaction.

By the time they packed up and went out, it was time for dinner.The dark night fell on the horizon, and the wind carried the icy breath before the snow.

Xu Jiangtong glanced at the sky, pulled up the scarf, buried his face in the cashmere, and said in a muffled voice, "Go and eat."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to the coffee shop for a meeting."

"I'll accompany you." Tao Xihong bumped him with his shoulder, "It's going to snow soon, it's the first snow this year, let's watch together."

Xu Jiangtong didn't like snow, so he said, "Childish."

"This is called loving life." Tao Xihong asked, "Don't you like romanticism?"

During the conversation, the two had already walked to the door of the coffee shop.Xu Jiangtong was noncommittal, pushed the door open and went in.

"Want to drink milk tea? I'll buy it for you." Tao Xihong took him to the high stool by the window, "'Jasmine milk green, medium cup, full sugar, hot drink', right?"

How could he remember what he said so clearly?Xu Jiangtong nodded flattered.Tao Xihong smiled and walked towards the bar.

The yellow street lights made the night even darker. Xu Jiangtong stared out the window for a long time idly, and suddenly saw a few snowflakes falling slowly under a beam of light.

"Look, there are some things that will come after a while." Tao Xihong came back with a milk tea in his hand.

Xu Jiangtong has long passed the age of making wishes to the gods, but seeing the joyful eyes of the young man beside him, he can't help but think of the carefree life of his childhood.

"I'm a romantic realist." After taking the hot milk tea from Tao Xihong, he filled in the gap of silence just now.

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In order to write this chapter, I also took a shower.