Ou Yimo finally couldn't stay idle and wandered around, but he didn't touch Liao Yan's things.

As a result, after strolling around and strolling to the kitchen, Ou Yimo just wanted to leave, but caught a glimpse of a takeaway that had not been finished.

He stared at the takeaway steadily, not knowing what he was thinking, and turned to leave the kitchen.

Returned to the living room to continue watching TV, when Ou Yimo was bored and about to fall asleep.

A black figure sits on a single sofa beside it.

Ou Yimo raised his head, and the sight was Liao Yan who was wearing a black bathrobe, the tips of his hair were still dripping with water, the water droplets were drawn along the angular facial lines, the big V-shaped neckline was slightly open, and even the muscles hidden under the bathrobe, the long legs exposed in the air, evenly slender without a trace of excess fat, and the perfect inverted triangle figure was revealed.

"Is it pretty?" Seeing Ou Yimo staring at him, Liao Yan asked playfully.

"Beautiful." Ou Yimo came back to his senses, looked at him calmly, and then said in a surprising teasing: "Can you let me touch it?" ”

Liao Yan raised his eyebrows, his voice was unsubdued, and he couldn't hear the emotion: "Okay." ”

Ou Yimo was stunned and stared at him suspiciously, "Really? ”

"Fake ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure pounced on the couch beside him, and then a pair of evil claws touched him fiercely.

Liao Yan watched the young man lying on top of him and groping around, a fluffy head swaying slightly in front of him, and a few strands of messy hair were naughtily cocked, making people want to ravage hard.

When the ghost made a miracle, Liao Yan raised his hand as if he was bewitched, but before he could touch the soft hair, the young man got up from him.

At this time, Liao Yan quickly withdrew his hand as if he woke up, and was surprised by his behavior just now, and his ears gradually became a trace of crimson.

Ou Yimo took in everything, lowered his head, and smiled triumphantly.

Liao Yan absentmindedly picked up the towel on the side and began to wipe the water on his head.

Ou Yimo looked at him for a while, got up and left the living room, and came back after a while, with an extra hair dryer in his hand.

Liao Yan glanced at the hair dryer in his hand, "What are you doing?" ”

Ou Yimo raised his eyebrows, "What do you say?" ”

Then no longer looking at Liao Yan's expression, Ou Yimo found an outlet on the wall behind the sofa and plugged it in, and was about to help him blow his head, but he grabbed his wrist.

Liao Yan wanted to take the hair dryer in his hand, "I'll do it myself." ”

He avoided Liao Yan's outstretched hand, "Sit down, don't move." ”

Liao Yan only struggled symbolically in the end, and then fiddled with Ou Yimo.

The slender warm fingertips and the warm breeze of the hair dryer pass through the cold hair......

And this warmth, as if because of this night, sneaked into his heart and broke the barrier in his heart.

Liao Yan slowly closed his eyes, as if he couldn't hate Ye Mo anymore......

Ou Yimo gently stroked his hair, but his heart was thinking about the takeaway in the kitchen.

Seeing Liao Yan relax, Ou Yimo's dark eyes flashed an unknown light, and he lowered his voice and said bewildermently: "I will borrow it from you in the kitchen tomorrow." ”

Liao Yan was a little tired from moving in the past few days, and Ou Yimo's voice had a demagogic effect, so Master Xiaocao subconsciously agreed without thinking about it.

But when the school grass lady reacted and wanted to retract his previous words, he saw the school bully raise his mobile phone with a wicked smile, and the audio of the mobile phone was playing a voice that he was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar - "Whatever." ”

The deep and deep voice like a cello sounded harsh to Liao Yan.

Ou Yimo smiled, pointed at the phone with his fingertips, shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be innocent: "You said it yourself, you can't blame me." ”

Liao Yan: "......"