My bamboo horse is super sweet

Chapter 323 323: Cherish each other

Feng Cheng took a shower, came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black trousers, with his upper body bare.

When the overhead lights were turned on, the lines of the abdominal muscles in the waist and abdomen were particularly obvious, and the mermaid line that spread into the waistband was smooth and sexy.

His hair was still dripping with water, his slender fingers took a clean towel from the cabinet, pressed it on his head, and wiped off the water stains.

The door of the room was pushed open and someone walked in.

Feng Cheng frowned slightly, looked up and met a pair of indifferent eyes, and the tear mole dotted at the corner of the eyes, which was still very eye-catching under the light.

Feng Cheng casually turned his gaze away, obviously not used to the feeling of a stranger walking into his room.

Jun still had no expression on his face, bent over to pick up a white t-shirt on the bed, and put it on without wiping off the water stains on his body.

The visitor was also taken aback.

Obviously, he didn't expect that this roommate had just taken a shower.

Glancing lightly, he walked over and fell on the bed.

The two of them didn't intend to talk, but they lived in peace.

It was so silent, the silence of the room.

After a while, it was Si who broke the silence first.

His tall figure sat up from the bed, pulled off the mask on his face, and threw it on the desk.

Asked lightly: "Is there any smoke?"

Feng Cheng raised his eyebrows, looked straight at the foggy black eyes, thought for a while, took out the cigarette case from the desk with his knuckle fingers, and threw it in the air.

Si took the cigarette case, took one out and bit it in his mouth, and raised his eyes.

Before he could speak, a lighter was thrown over.

Si was a little surprised, raised his eyes to look at that person, and curled his lips: "Thank you..."

Squinting his eyes slightly, he lit a cigarette directly.

The friendship between boys is originally straightforward.

Sometimes, it may be as simple as a cigarette.

It seems to be aware that the other party is not as difficult to get along with as imagined.

Moreover, the two of them seem to be facing the same situation now.

This state of being faintly excluded.

Although the person in front of him is not the idol in that population.

With a cigarette between his slender fingertips, leaning halfway against the bed, he suddenly asked, "How long have you been forming a band?"

He was just asking casually, but he didn't expect to get an unexpected answer.

"One month."

Si suddenly chuckled: "You've formed a band for a month, and you're here to participate in the competition?"

There was no sarcasm or anything in his tone.

At most, it was a little surprised.

Fengcheng sat there with a big face, one long leg bent and propped on the edge of the bed, his eyelids were lifted slightly, and he still had the same careless and lazy look: "Strength has nothing to do with how long the band takes. "

"Heh" the man on the other side laughed lightly.

There was something ambiguous about that smile.

The man suddenly stretched out a hand: "Si."

A simple word, it is self-introduction.

Feng Cheng casually glanced at the palm of that hand, stretched out his arm, and patted the palm lightly: "Feng Cheng."

The way boys greet each other.

They are not unreasonable people, and they both smell a little bit of their own kind.

Like they could fit in.

After all, it is not so easy for a talented person to meet someone who is like himself.

There is even a little sympathy in it.

(End of this chapter)