"The water temperature has been adjusted, come in."

Separated by a layer of frosted glass, the dense water vapor shrouded Lin Qiuran inside.

Zhao Qichen felt a little shy in his heart.

"Come... It's coming..."

The bathroom, which was already relatively narrow, was even more crowded because of Zhao Qichen's entry.

With the help of Lin Qiuran, Zhao Qichen took off his upper clothes.

Zhao Qichen exhaled silently in his heart, fortunately, the little fat pierced that he had fat on his stomach before, and he stepped up his time to assault his body management, otherwise, he would be embarrassed to show it in front of Lin Qiuran...

After taking off his black shirt, Lin Qiuran stared at Zhao Qichen's pants zipper and raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of smiles.

"Pants... Do you want me to help you take it off? ”

The provocative meaning was too obvious, Zhao Qichen immediately turned his head and hurriedly refused:

"No need!"

Although Lin Qiuran talked about the old driver, his heartbeat was secretly several beats faster.

Zhao Qichen now only has boxer briefs left all over his body, and the blue pattern is typical of straight men's aesthetics.

Zhao Qichen sat on the small bench, bowing his head and looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Alright, come on."

Listening to Zhao Qichen's tone of rushing to the execution ground, Lin Qiuran couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Qichen's skin exposed to the air looked exceptionally smooth in the dim light. Broad and powerful shoulders, strong biceps, and his slender legs.

Lin Qiuran repeated the self-created heart purification recipe several times in his heart before he turned on the shower with one hand and stroked Zhao Qichen's shoulder with the other.

Try to avoid exerting force near his wound and drench him from beginning to end.

Because it is Lin Qiuran's independent bathroom, of course, the detergents are all Lin Qiuran's things.

Squeezing out a coin-sized amount of shampoo in the palm of his hand, Lin Qiuran gently covered his hand and spread it on the top of Zhao Qichen's head, slightly scratching his scalp gently.

It didn't take long for the white foam to swell on the top of Zhao Qichen's head.

Some splashed with Lin Qiuran's movements, bursting and jumping in the air, and even jumped onto her own clothes.

Zhao Qichen only felt a comfortable feeling in his hair, which made him close his eyes and gradually feel a shallow sleepiness.

"Bow your head..."

Grabbing Zhao Qichen's soft hair and massaging it for two minutes, Ye Xiangzhi turned on the shower again and whispered orders to him.

Zhao Qichen was still immersed in comfortable sleep, and his reaction was stunned for three seconds.

The white foam slowly flowed down Zhao Qichen's ears, and the whole air was filled with the smell of fragrant shampoo.

Zhao Qichen suddenly had the idea of prank.

"Wait... I'm getting water in my eyes..."

Zhao Qichen rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hands, and when Lin Qiuran saw it, he immediately raised his head in an anxious tone.

"Rinse yourself with water..."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qiuran saw Zhao Qichen looking at him with triumphant eyes, where did he have any eyes in the water.

"You!"

Zhao Qichen was covered with water droplets, and he surrounded Lin Qiuran straight like this.

"It's all water, let go of me..."

Worried about affecting Zhao Qichen's wounds, although Lin Qiuran refused verbally, he didn't dare to make a big move.

Zhao Qichen just wanted to play a little prank, and it didn't take long for Lin Qiuran to easily open up.

"Sit down and don't make a fuss, be careful of getting cold."

Lin Qiuran's clothes were already half wet, and what she was wearing now was the more professional set of clothes, and she had taken off her black blazer before entering the bathroom, leaving only a white underlined knit sweater.

And now that she is soaked, most of her already tight clothes are now tightly fitting her skin, vaguely outlining Lin Qiuran's charming career line.

There seemed to be a cluster of evil fire in his lower abdomen, and Zhao Qichen finally knew what it meant to lift a stone and hit himself in the foot.

Don't open your eyes and stop looking at him, Zhao Qichen returned to his original well-behaved sitting posture.

After rinsing the foam on his hair, Lin Qiuran squeezed some shower gel to lather on the bath bomb, and gently circled Zhao Qichen's back.

The soft gauze and Lin Qiuran's dexterous little hands kept moving behind Zhao Qichen's back, except for the slight itching, it was the excitement that had not completely faded just now.

"It's okay to wipe your back, Ranran, you go out first."

This is really a sweet torture, Zhao Qichen was worried that he would not be able to help but correct Lin Qiuran on the spot here, snatched the bath ball from her hand, and urged her to leave.

"Can you do the rest yourself?"

Lin Qiuran's tone was a little suspicious.

Zhao Qichen: "......"

I am injured and not disabled.

Quickly closing the door, Zhao Qichen finally exhaled.

Turn the water temperature to the lowest and you'll be lunging towards your body.

Originally, he used warm water, but now the sudden cold stimulated the pores on the surface of his skin to shrink rapidly, and the whole person's spirit was lifted.

It wasn't until the heat subsided that Zhao Qichen opened the door with a bath towel and walked out.

"Washed?"

Lin Qiuran thought that he was going to take a shower too, so he didn't take off his half-wet clothes just now, waiting for Zhao Qichen to come out.

Zhao Qichen's eyes are not easy to put indiscriminately, for fear that he will accidentally take another cold shower.

"You use a bath towel to wipe the remaining water off your hair first, and then come out to wipe it for you after I take a shower."

Lin Qiuran instructed Zhao Qichen as he walked towards the bathroom.

Zhao Qichen took the dry hair towel and nodded mechanically.

Sitting on Lin Qiuran's big bed along the edge, Zhao Qichen listened to the sound of water coming from a place close to him, and felt that the whole person was suffering.

When did I lose even this bit of self-control...

Zhao Qichen got up and decided to find something else to divert his attention.

He walked to Lin Qiuran's desk, and his eyes were attracted by a notebook spread out on the table.

The paper is wide open, and there are beautiful lines in between.

Zhao Qichen looked at it, and it was full of Lin Qiuran's recent planning arrangements.

It's all about her work arrangement, but as long as you pay a little attention, you can see a row of small words at the bottom:

"Seriously and reasonably fall in love with Zhao Qichen."

Zhao Qichen raised his head again, and his eyes were soft as far as he could see.

And a hint of shame.

Even Lin Qiuran is working hard, but he can't play petty because of his heart.

Even if it's unintentional, it's not a good thing to peek at someone's personal belongings.

Zhao Qichen left Lin Qiuran's desk, returned to the bed he had just made, and waited for Lin Qiuran to come out.

Lin Qiuran was in a hurry to come out to rub the medicine for Zhao Qichen, and he didn't have time to enjoy the shower, so he washed his body and wrapped himself in a bath towel and hurriedly walked out.

Seeing Zhao Qichen wiping his hair obediently, Lin Qiuran smiled slightly, closed the bathroom door and walked over to the bed.

Looking at Lin Qiuran's still dripping hair, Zhao Qichen's heart moved.