Whoever sleeps in a huddled sleep position after a hangover will wake up the next day feeling as if they had been run over by a truck. This was the state of Theolod when he woke up, his feet were hunched, one leg was numb, and his neck was stiff as if it had been filled with lead.

He slowly raised his arms, straightened up with his neck, stretched his legs, moved his neck back and forth, and as he writhed his neck he heard a slight "click", each of which was accompanied by a groaning/groaning sensation of soreness. Then, countless fragments of the previous night's blurred flashed through his cloudy brain, and as if grasping something from them, he immediately turned his head to look around.

Natel was still leaning back at the foot of the couch, his head bowed, his chest rising and falling, and the sound of slightly heavy breathing between his noses proved that he was still asleep, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Theolod looked at the folds of his clothes on his shoulders. Sometime last night, in his sleep, he changed his position and leaned against that place until dawn. Thankfully, Natle hadn't woken up yet, and if he woke up first and saw him slip onto his shoulder, it would have been a shame.

He drank so much wine last night that he didn't seem to wake up that easily. Theorod looked at the empty wine bottles on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, five empty wine bottles, at least three of which were killed by Nattel. And his body can't drink much, and if he can't drink much, he will be paralyzed by alcohol, unless he practices more.

Theolod rubbed his legs, which were no longer numb, and stood up cautiously, stepping lightly over the empty bottles on the floor. He was going to take a shower and change his clothes, he definitely couldn't run out of the house with the smell of this terrible drunk, but luckily he had a few sets of clothes in this villa.

The splash of water from the showerhead hit his face, clearing his chaotic brain a lot. In fact, he hadn't gotten into a drunken state last night, so he could still vaguely remember what he had said to Natel yesterday, and he could remember what Natl said to him.

He knew that the words he had uttered were definitely not due to drunken nonsense...... Well, maybe there was a little bit of alcohol at work, but he didn't think he was saying those things because his brain was out of his control, and he didn't think he didn't know that those words should never be said lightly to anyone else.

However, he sued him, and he gave the key to the basement to Nattel, who was locked in the darkness of the basement, even though it was a forbidden area for him.

Maybe it meant that he had said goodbye to that person completely, Theolod thought with a wry smile, and at the moment he couldn't even feel the heart-wrenching pain that he had done at the beginning. Yes, it means that he has reserved all the love for him in his past life, and as for the other meanings, Theorod does not want to think about it.

His instinctive evasion of this, like a mirror, stood in front of him, allowing him to see himself clearly in the mirror, and Theorod suddenly realized that perhaps he was so calm when he stepped into this villa yesterday, not because he was mentally mature or experienced, nor because he was mentally strong—all of this did not play any role at that moment.

The reason is that it is unexpectedly simple, but also unexpectedly complex.

Trust, he trusts him, trusts Nattell, he believes that in fact he never thought of actually making a pale flesh/body deal with him yesterday, so he is unusually calm.

Natel denounced him for not trusting him, but he also denounced himself for trusting him.

Is it because Natle is damn right every time, sees through it, perceives it, understands it, and tolerates it?

Why him?

Why Natle?

Theorod changed into a new casual outfit and walked out of the bathroom with his hair wiped away. Natel woke up at some point, he was moving the arm that had been pressed by Theorod, and the expression on his face was still in a dazed state, perhaps he was wondering if he had slept without pressing his arm and his shoulder was sore and numb.

He saw Theolod walking out refreshed, raised his head slowly, and said slowly, "Morning." The call was clouded by a dry, astringent throat, and his brain may not have recovered from its stuck, leaving his eyes glazed and dazed, unable to focus.

This is the first time Theolod has seen Nattel, who has just woken up from a hangover and is in a state of short circuit, in his memory, this guy has always been in a strong state of being able to rush up to fight at any time, and the sudden softening of Natel made Theorod think that this guy was actually ......

It's pretty cute.

Well, you can't let him know that he actually uses the word "cute" to describe him.

Theorod put a towel around his neck and walked to the refrigerator. Nattell's unfocused gaze followed him all the way to the refrigerator, then all the way to him, and then the next second, a cold thing leaned against his face without warning, almost stinging his skin, and his blank gaze finally regained focus.

"Shhh

"Come back to your senses. Theolod returned his cold beer hand to Nattel's armpit, and raised his other hand in front of his eyes and snapped his fingers. Then, he pushed him onto the couch, holding the arm beside him with one hand and the can of beer in the other.

To be honest, Theolod's actions at this time were quite aggressive, so much so that Nattle, who had just woken up from the crash, almost crashed at this moment. Natl suddenly remembered that they had come here to do what adults were doing...... Hell, why would he think of such a thing?

"Take it, put it on your shoulder, it should be a little better, at least not so sore. ”

…… Shit, though he didn't want to think about it, was that his question or did Theorod's phrase itself sound like an "afterthought"?

Without saying a word, Natel took the cold beer, habitually preparing to open the can, apparently unresponsive. As a result, he had just put his finger on it when something hit him on the head.

"It's not for drinking, it's for use, you can't drink it anymore, Nat. Seeing that he was still a little short of consciousness, Theorod knocked his finger on the head reproachfully, then took the cold beer, wrapped it in a towel around his neck, and placed it on his shoulder, "Take it." ”

Nattle held it down with hindsight.

"Good boy, I'll go find you clothes you can wear, and then you go take a shower, and you just sit here and wait. I'll look in the fridge to see if there's any leftover tomatoes from last night. At this time, the unusually obedient and well-behaved Natl made Theolod couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair that was sleeping up, "The baby is so good." ”

Theorod turned around and walked into the bedroom, and a few seconds later, someone's roar suddenly sounded in the living room.

“Yousonofab…… Theolod !!"

Hey, it doesn't seem cute when you're awake...... Theorod poked his head and glanced at him, "What?"

Natel held the cold beer in one hand, grabbed his hair in the other, his manly face turned red from anger or shame, he glared viciously at Theolod who poked out his head, and the innocent and flat tone of the other party seemed to irritate him again: "You...... You...... You ......"

Seeing that he hadn't made a fuss for a long time, Theolod shrank back again, looked at the pitiful amount of clothes in the closet, and thought about Nattell's height and figure, his clothes probably he couldn't wear. At this time, the guy in the living room finally sorted out one, two, three, and then he heard his vicious voice again: "I warn you, you are not allowed to call me that in the future, and you are not allowed to touch my hair like that, you dare to take advantage of me again......

Before Natel could finish speaking, a black object suddenly covered his head, and he frantically ripped it off to find that it was a simple T-shirt.

"Go take a shower, change into this dress, you're now covered in alcohol and have new towels in the bathroom cupboard. ”

Theolod's indifferent voice held back his anger, and Natel glared at him with a frown, and finally could only let out a "hum" in his nose, threw down the can of beer, and strode to the bathroom with his long legs.

Theolod picked up the beer, looked at his angry and somewhat stiff back, opened the lid at random, took a big sip, his face was flat, but in his heart he suddenly realized that he should take back the sentence and change it like this - this guy is still cute sometimes, for example, after being teased a little.

Theolod opened the fridge and looked for it, for he rarely returned to the villa, and there was only one or two cans of beer left in the fridge except for the little ingredients and unfinished pie that Natel had brought with him yesterday. He searched for a while before he found two tomatoes, which seemed to be enough if he squeezed just one cup of tomato juice.

Nattle finally picked up his spirits. To be honest, he never wanted to make a date with Theorod, so last night he just wanted Theorod to realize that he meant it and break down his inner defense step by step. He had chased several girls before, he knew the general steps, he knew how to talk about love, but as soon as he got to Theorod, he got stuck, and in the end he only dared to tell his truth when he was drunk.

Oh fucking hell, what the hell did he say?

Natl carefully recalled Theolod's attitude towards him this morning...... It doesn't seem strange......

No, he remembered that he seemed to say a lot?

And then...... And then......

'I once liked a ...... of the same sex,' Nattell's mind snapped as his body shook.

And what surprised him even more was that his first reaction when he thought of this sentence was not to find that person and beat him, but to ...... Fuck he has a chance! A big chance! If he dares to say such a thing to him, it proves that he hasn't been knocked out yet!

But if that's the case, why......

Natel suddenly thought of Theolod's attitude to acting, and then, he understood.

He turned off the faucet and looked at the cabinet on the sink, and then at the towels that were randomly placed on the sink. It was Theolod's used towel, and it still had a little moisture on it, and he even had the illusion that he could feel the smell of him on it......

Somehow, Natel picked up the towel by surprise......

After a while, Theolod didn't wait for Nattel, thinking he was in trouble in the bathroom, so he stepped forward to take a look, just in time to meet Nattel who came out wearing the black T-shirt. The loose T-shirt that had been worn on Theolod turned into a tight fit on Nattel, clinging to his muscles and lining him as perfectly as an athlete.

Theorod instructed him to drink the tomato juice on the table and sober up, and wanted to go into the bathroom to clean up the dirty clothes thrown in the basket, but he didn't want Natle to be like a dog with his tail stepped on, suddenly stopped him, hurriedly said that he had something left in the bathroom, and then rushed in instantly, slammed the door, and Theorod didn't even have a chance to speak.

Then he heard the sound of rummaging through the cabinets, and then Natel came out again, motioned for Theorod to use the bathroom, and awkwardly withdrew.

Theolod walked in suspiciously, looked at it, and suddenly turned his head to see that Natl was still nervously looking at something. Caught by Theorod, Natel immediately turned his head, pretended that nothing had happened, and recoiled away from Theorod's field of vision.

Theolod looked at the bathroom again, and indeed nothing happened, the bathroom was full of moisture, the mirror was foggy, the cabinet on the sink was not closed, there were two towels thrown on the sink, there were a few dirty clothes in the basket, and the bath supplies had traces of being moved and used, and then they were gone.

Unable to think of a reason, Theolod stepped forward, picked up the basket, threw the towel into the basket, raised his hand again, looked at the towel cabinet, and closed the door casually.

For some reason, he always had the illusion that one of the towels was missing......

It should be an illusion.

When Natel saw Theolod coming out, he immediately put down the empty glass and suddenly said with some kind of purpose: "I know why you don't want to accept me, you're worried that the exposure will affect your acting career, right? ”

After saying this, Natel even applauded himself, because he had successfully achieved the goal of diverting Theolod's attention - the doubt between the other party's eyebrows dissipated, and turned into a kind of helplessness and distress.

"Besides, 'good buddy,' I need to do the laundry. ”

"Go, my 'brother'. ”

Natel waved his hand at Theorod, and after watching Theorod leave, he quickly ran to his bag, stuffed the towel that had been tucked into the waistband of his pants behind him, zipped it up, and was done.

As for the confession being sent away by Theorod again, Natel said that he had long been used to it, and besides, his tone was much looser this time, wasn't it?