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The door of the bathroom opened. Song Zhiye came out with a towel and wiped his hair. He was about to call Xu Qingdu to take a bath when he saw Xu Qingdu suddenly jump in front of him.

"Hey

Song Zhiye looked at him strangely. He took the towel from his head and hung it around his neck. He didn't know why Xu Qingdu was so happy with his smile, so he learned his tone and said, "Hi!"

Song Zhiye thought Xu Qingdu was saying hello to himself, so he answered him. Unexpectedly, after he said "Hi", Xu Qingdu rolled his eyes at him, pulled down his face and walked into the bathroom.

"Bang --"

the door closes behind song Zhiye. He pulls the towel off his neck and puts it on his head again. He turns around and walks into the room barefoot.

Ten minutes later, song Zhiye, sitting in bed with his computer in his arms, heard the sound of the bathroom opening. He closed the computer and put it on the bedside table. He bent over to pull the drawer of the cupboard.

All of a sudden, his eyes burst into a pair of shoes free feet. There were faint blue blood vessels on the white instep, and the long toes curled up slightly because of the movement of walking - they were very delicate feet.

Song Zhiye's sight went up along his bare legs, and he saw Xu Qingdu holding a bath towel around his waist just up to his ankle, and his hand hanging naturally on his side.

The child didn't know why he didn't wear clothes or shoes, so he stood in front of him with a bath towel, very close to him.

Song Zhiye felt that he would bump into Xu Qingdu a little further forward. He quickly straightened up and sat down next to the head of the bed without paying attention to the things in the bedside table.

"What are you doing, brother? Why don't you get dressed? "

"I'm wearing it."

Xu Qingdu deliberately opened the quilt, wrapped in a bath towel from Song Zhiye side of the bed, but also playfully looked at his clothes which looked like a long version of children's pajamas.

Song Zhiye glared at him and said, "are you wearing a hair?"

Xu Qingdu did not care to pull the bath towel on his waist and threw it on the sofa beside him. He pulled the quilt and lay down.

Song Zhiye felt familiar with this action, and was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had done such a thing before.

"All right." Xu Qingdu lay down, closed his eyes, only half of his face was exposed, his hands were holding the edge of the quilt, "brother, turn off the lights and go to bed. There will be training tomorrow morning!"

Xu suddenly licks the oil out of his bed, and then he takes out some of the beds.

Xu Qingdu was forced to open his eyes and exclaimed, almost spitting out the dinner. Who knows it's not over.

After Song Zhiye got up from him, he suddenly raised his hand to lift the quilt, grabbed him and turned him over.

"For what?"

"I'll give you some medicine."

Song Zhiye pressed Xu Qingdu's shoulder and looked at his long white legs. Suddenly, he felt his throat tight and pulled the quilt over his waist.

Xu Qingdu didn't know how song Zhiye found out that he had a wound on his waist. As soon as he was about to ask, song Zhiye's cold hand dipped in medicinal wine was pasted on it.

"How is this done?" Song Zhiye waited for a while, but didn't wait for his answer. He deliberately increased his strength on his hand, "brother, I asked you something!"

Xu Qingdu didn't want to tell him, and he buried his face in the pillow and said vaguely that he didn't remember.

Song Zhiye saw that he didn't want to say, so he didn't want to ask more. The room was quiet again.

Xu Qingdu felt that someone had put a suit on him. He opened his eyes vaguely and saw a black silhouette before the light went dark.

The man said, "good night."

Xu Qingdu rubbed his eyes, suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's collar. He leaned up in the dark, dropped a kiss on the man's cheek, and then resolutely let go of sleep.

"Good night."