The sound of the wind whispering in his ears was the sound of the bathroom door being shut.

I don't know if it's because the sound insulation is not very good or if her heart is a little itchy, anyway, Feng Yin can hear the sound of water in the bathroom.

"Who said that only girls are in danger, I feel that Cheng Yanqiu's danger is no worse than mine."

Feng Yin, who didn't have any tricks to think about, sat on the sofa at this time.

The boyfriend is too good-looking, which is also a burden.

Feng Yin laughed out loud at her own thoughts, reached for a magazine on the coffee table, and flipped through it randomly.

"Huh? What is it! ”

The magazine in Feng Yin's hand is a male model magazine.

It's a very regular kind.

It's just that he is also a male model in the form, and he still has a little bit of abs.

The tips of the ears are a little hot, and once the cranky thoughts start, it is a little difficult to take them back.

Feng Yin coughed dryly and put down the magazine in his hand, stared at the outside with empty eyes, and finally simply went to the balcony, the cool winter breeze blew on his face, and the restlessness was suppressed a lot.

With a "kada", the bathroom door opened.

Cheng Yanqiu walked out in regular pajamas, the hair on his head was wet, he was wiping it with a towel in one hand, and a few disobedient hairs were curling at the corners of his eyes.

He had just taken a bath, his face was less fair and more ruddy, and his eyes were like washed crystals, black and shiny.

Well-behaved, with the breath of continuing to pick up.

The wind on the balcony groaned, and the anger just pressed down and came up a little.

Immortal uncles from all walks of life, who are you torturing?

The fidgety wind wants to smoke a cigarette, but it's just to think about it.

"Washed?"

Feng Yin, who had just spoken, despised himself in his heart, isn't this nonsense!

"Well, it's clean."

After Cheng Yanqiu answered, he thought speechlessly: What and what is this talking about! Despise yourself.

Awkward questions, unreliable answers, made the two people move without moving, standing in place and staring at each other.

In the slightly awkward atmosphere, the two of them suddenly burst out laughing.

"You—-"

"You-"

The smiles of the two who spoke at the same time gradually expanded.

Cheng Yanqiu took the initiative to walk towards Feng Yin, and Feng Yin walked in faster and closed the balcony window.

"Don't move, it's cool."

Cheng Yanqiu immediately obediently did not move, and stood there obediently, waiting for the wind to groan.

Feng Yin closed the window and did not go over immediately, but went to remove the cool air on his body.

Three minutes later, Feng Yin walked over, took the towel in Cheng Yanqiu's hand, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and wiped his hair.

"I think we're probably the purest boyfriend and girlfriend."

Cheng Yanqiu, who was wiping his hair, smiled a little bitterly.

"Probably."

In fact, Cheng Yanqiu is entangled, on the one hand, he wants to do something that instinctively drives him, but on the other hand, he doesn't want to.

Because he knew he wouldn't live long.

Cheng Yanqiu's silence made Feng Yin look down at his side face.

"I'm happy if I could eat you."

The little entanglement in Cheng Yanqiu's heart was blown away by the words of the wind.

He tugged at the corner of Feng Yin's clothes and asked coquettishly, "Then when can we..."

Feng Yin took advantage of the situation next to him and held Cheng Yanqiu's fingers in the palm of his hand.

"Probably when you can do ten push-ups on your own, without panting, without getting tired, and without taking medicine."

Ten?

Push-up?

Cheng Yanqiu nodded heavily, and looked at Feng Yin seriously in his words: "Don't worry, I will work hard." ”