When he arrived at the toilet, Liao Zefan was about to unzip his trouser chains. Under the hazy yellow light, a huge black shadow fell on the bright white porcelain of the urinal in front of him.

He looked back subconsciously, and the person behind him was not much taller than him, so he was standing a little to the side, his eyes with icicles staring at Liao Zefan's... urinal? ? ? ?

Could it be that there are people? ? ? ?

Liao Zefan touched the zipper on the trouser chain, and looked around. The whole men's room was empty, except for him, it was him, just the two of them. Lin Luo went back early after washing his face.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, and the unbearable urge to urinate was suppressed again, and the man was still standing beside him, staring intently at the man who belonged to him to use the urinal.

"........"

Liao Zefan quickly figured it out. This buddy probably has some special habits, such as being used to one location when going to the toilet.

"Excuse me, this is for you."

So he dragged the zipper again, and with an embarrassing smile, he resentfully moved to another position.

But soon, another black shadow fell on the urinal in front of him~~~~

Liao Zefan, "..."

But he quickly figured it out, and cursed secretly in his heart, damn it, fuck you.

There was a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, but his words were rather impatient, "You, are you planning...to share...one with us?"

Although intermittent, but enough to understand.

The handsome little painter finally raised his eyelids, shook his head, and then, then fucking lowered his eyes to stare at him, asking for a convenient little pool.

Liao Zefan, "..."

Fuck his uncle, at this moment he finally understands this painter's hobby, and maybe, very likely, staring at other people going to the bathroom! ! !

His uncle! ! !

Liao Zefan glanced at the position of the painter~~

Damn, he didn't have it himself or something.

Forget it, leave him alone, it's important to go to the toilet.

I'm not an innocent little virgin, damn it, just watch it if you want.

However, when the trouser chain was pulled halfway, he saw the motionless black shadow.

He could foresee that the person behind him was staring at his urinal without batting an eye, and he couldn't help feeling chills down his back. He pulled up his pants chain, passed by the person, and cursed in a low voice, "Crazy!"

Then he entered the inner compartment, inserted the door, pressed the button of the toilet, and with the sound of rushing water, he spewed out the long-lost urine.

His grandma has a leg!

Just don't let him hear it, don't even let him hear the sound of peeing.

After coming out, the painter had already left the men's room and was washing his hands intently.

"..."

Liao Zefan looked down at himself.....Glaring at his hands after going to the bathroom, damn it, he didn't even want to wash his hands anymore, he put his hands out of the bathroom.

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