Borrowing a Kiss

     Back at the hotel, Liang Muqiu couldn't wait to take a bath.

    Just now after walking all the way, he was slightly sweating, and his hair was stuck to the back of his neck.

    But he took the nightgown and went into the bathroom, only to find that the shower head was broken and no water came out.

    He reluctantly tried a few more times, but the result was the same. He could only come out with a bathrobe and said to Cen Nan, "We may need to ask the front desk to change rooms, the shower head in the bathroom is broken. ."

    This is not a big deal, just a little troublesome.

    When Liang Muqiu called room service, Cen Nan tidyed up their luggage so that they could be removed later.

    The room attendants came quickly, two young girls, after checking the bathroom, they couldn't help apologizing.

    Liang Muqiu didn't want to embarrass others, "It's okay, just change rooms, it's getting late, I have to go to bed earlier."

    But the waiter with the high ponytail showed hesitation, "Sir, we only have one river view suite left, which is on the same floor as yours and has the same configuration. But it's a big bed. Fang, do you mind?"

    Liang Muqiu realized it instantly.

    He glanced at Cen Nan quickly.

    Cen Nan stood there straight, his face did not change, he also glanced at him, unable to say what he was thinking.

    He hesitated a little, "Is there any other room, the specifications are not enough."

    The two waiters are very embarrassed, "It's the peak season recently, and the rest is a single room, which can't accommodate two people. I'm really sorry."

    The two little girls frowned, probably just graduated, with tender faces.

    Liang Muqiu could go to other hotels if he wanted to solve it really hard, but he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, thinking what was being pretentious.

    It's not that he and Cen Nan have never slept in a bed before, and they have also slept in a tent when camping. Now they are making trouble over a bed, and they are somewhat petty.

    "That's it," he said, "please change the river view room."

    Both room attendants breathed a sigh of relief and said yes immediately.

    Ten minutes later, Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan exchanged for 6003 next door.

    This suite has a wider view than the one they lived in before. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the Songyun River. Now it is night, and there are still sparks on the river. There is a cloakroom in the living room, but for some reason, the bedroom has a big bed.

    Liang Muqiu glanced at the room, saw the roses in the bottle, and suspected that this was actually a honeymoon suite.

    But he doesn't care about it anymore, he lives.

    He picked up the bathrobe and entered the bathroom again.

    The sound of water in the bathroom clattered, and through a layer of frosted glass, it reached Cen Nan's ears.

    The sound of the water is like a murmur that disturbs people's meditation, not to mention that Cen Nan is not a Buddhist monk at all.

    He was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, introducing a geography magazine of scenery, but the scenery of the lakes and mountains in the magazine could not reach his eyes, the water waves in front of his eyes, the lips of Liang Muqiu appeared swayingly , plump, soft, soaked with water droplets, sliding all the way from the lips to the collarbone.

    I don't know how long it took, Liang Muqiu finished washing and walked out while wiping her hair.

    Cen Nan raised his head from the sofa and looked over calmly.

    Liang Muqiu is blowing her hair, summer nightgowns are already light and thin, soft silk, and a swaying belt easily outlines a slender waist. The nightgown is not too short, only showing two thin white wrists and ankles, but with such a stingy display of skin, it has a dignified beauty, which makes people look for it.

    Cen Nan's eyes fell on the back of Liang Muqiu's neck, which was lined with dark blue silk. The soft white neck was like a swan, fragile and beautiful.

    He had rubbed it many times, leaving tooth marks on the snow-like skin.

    If Liang Muqiu turned back at this time, he would have been frightened by Cen Nan's eyes. In the dimly lit room, it was like a hunter looking at his prey.

    But Liang Muqiu didn't, he lowered his head, dug out some cream, and smeared it rough on his face, still urging Cen Nan, "You also hurry up and take a bath, don't linger, later disturb my sleep."

    Cen Nan didn't speak, just nodded.

    His gaze lingered on Liang Muqiu's back for a while, then put down the magazine and went to the bathroom.

    Although she was mentally prepared, Liang Muqiu was still a little awkward when she really slept in the same bed with Cen Nan.

    Liang Muqiu could smell the smell of Cen Nan's shampoo, it was not prepared by the hotel, it was his own, the fresh citrus smell, mixed with a bit of bitter orange, is a kind of shampoo that is similar to Cen Nan's An unusually bright scent.

    Liang Muqiu also has this smell on himself.

    He also used Cen Nan's shampoo.

    Although there is a little distance between the two, the fragrance on their bodies is lingering in the air.

    Liang Muqiu absent-mindedly looked at the script on her lap, in fact, she did not read a few words at all

    He knew that Cen Nan was watching his senior year video.

    Liu Fengtao is not righteous. During dinner today, he really sent the short video he shot to Cen Nan's mobile phone.

    It's almost twelve o'clock now, Cen Nan doesn't do any business at all, watching this short video with a focus on studying legal provisions.

    Liang Muqiu could barely remember what was filmed in this short video. Although Cen Nan lowered his voice, there was still a little loud noise, which made him a little curious and a little ashamed.

    He felt a little resentful when he thought of this, and stared at Cen Nan rather badly, thinking that this person must have done it on purpose.

    Maybe his eyes were too existential, Cen Nan raised his eyes from the video and asked him sideways, "Why are you staring at me, do you want to watch too?"

    Liang Muqiu doesn't want to.

    But before he could speak, Cen Nan put his hand on his waist, and with a little force, Liang Muqiu was dragged over and crashed into Cen Nan's arms.

    Cen Nan's chest muscles are strong enough, but it doesn't hurt much.

    But Liang Muqiu fell into someone else's arms, and his lips almost touched Cen Nan's collarbone.

    His back froze.

    But Cen Nan didn't seem to notice, wrapped him in his arms and tapped his finger on his shoulder to silence him.

    "It seems that it's time for you to appear." Cen Nan said.

    Liang Muqiu cast his eyes on the video suspiciously. At this time, he remembered a little bit of the plot of the short film. At that time, it was just an assignment, and he could play freely.

    They were more unrestrained, and they filmed a story of a gangster female boss and a little policeman who fell in love with each other and killed each other.

    It sounds interesting, but Liang Muqiu didn't play the little policeman.

    He played the second male, the little lover of the female gangster.

    Cen Nan, my mother can only help you here~