The bathroom was full of moist water mist, and the frosted glass was covered with water beads.

The hot water wet Zhao Jindong again and flowed down his shoulders. Song Chen leaned against the wall. The wall was cold, but Zhao Jindong's body in front was very hot, both ice and fire.

After seeing Zhao Jindong's drunk little puppy side, Song Chen felt that he loved Zhao Jindong more.

It's also strange. When he wrote "Divorce" before, his ideal type was the domineering president. The cold and mature Zhao Jindong seemed to be the more manly and tougher he liked.

But compared to Zhao Jindong who seemed to get tired of him when he got drunk, he felt even more moved and he liked it so much that his heart was bubbled.

"I want you."

Zhao Jindong said to his forehead.

Hot water poured on their heads and flowed down their chins. Song Chen's mouth was open, and the hot water flowed down from the corners of his mouth, feeling a little breathless.

Oh my god. Say this to him.

Song Chen felt so ashamed, but what could he do? He really had no resistance to this sentence, and he felt it was too awesome.

He pursed his lips and stopped talking. He didn't say anything, and Zhao Jindong picked him up in the waist.

"I just washed it," he said.

"What are you washing? It's not dirty, just rinse it. How about I wash it for you?"

Then forget it, it’s so inconvenient in the bathroom.

When Zhao Jindong got outside, he took out a bath towel and wiped it from head to toe. He wiped it very carefully and wiped his feet. While he was wiping himself, Song Chen reached out to take the hair dryer and started blowing his hair.

Zhao Jindong probably couldn't wait any longer. He thought he was blowing slowly, so he took the hair dryer from his hand, turned on the maximum gear, and helped him blow. The hot wind was too strong, and the hair was flying wildly. Song Chen's face was red, his eyes were red, and his hair was covered by his hair.

Song Chen looked at the figures of the two of them in the mirror. One was white and thin, the other was tall and strong. He obviously didn't get together, but he looked very lustful. He felt a little embarrassed, so he covered his body with a bath towel and looked at Zhao Jindong in the mirror.

Zhao Jindong helped him blow for a while and was about to turn off the hair dryer. Song Chen turned around and said, "Where are you?"

Zhao Jindong blew it on himself a few times and was eager to pull out the hair dryer. Song Chen pushed his hand away and took the hair dryer over: "If you don't blow dry, you will feel uncomfortable, and the bed will be very wet."

Zhao Jindong bent down and asked him to blow. Song Chen's heartbeats, and he blew at Zhao Jindong's ears with a hair dryer, and deliberately said, "What's going on? Why are your ears so red?"

Zhao Jindong laughed, suddenly reached out and pulled off the plug of the hair dryer, threw it on the rack, and carried Song Chen up in the waist.

Song Chen let out a "ah" sound, and when his head fell off, the blood also ran into his mind. After a moment of dizziness, he suddenly remembered that he had not bought lubricant or something.

Without these things, he can't eat them!

As it turned out, he really couldn't eat it. The two of them rolled in the quilt and were both tired and sweating. In the end, Zhao Jindong was exhausted and fell on him with breath.

"I love to wander, but I have no ability." Zhao Jindong said to him.

Song Chen thought to himself, do you blame me?

"I'm afraid of pain in my lower head, but I can't eat it from the upper head." Zhao Jindong said.

Song Chen didn't speak.

He has tried his best.

Zhao Jindong hugged him and kissed his sweaty hair. After a while, he looked down at Song Chen and asked with a smile: "Are you angry?"

Song Chen said: "No."

"It's not really your fault for being incompetent." Zhao Jindong lifted the quilt a little, dissipated the heat, and said, "But I have to tell you that you are not as delicate as you are. Even if there is oil, you still have to hurt."

Song Chen was actually a little depressed and almost sat down hard, but he was not cruel enough to himself.

Zhao Jindong also loved him, and he shouted that Zhao Jindong would not dare to move.

Zhao Jindong kissed him again and said, "Let's try buying oil next time."

Song Chen was embarrassed to blame Zhao Jindong for being too big.

Big, why big? It’s not set by the author of him!

He suddenly became curious and got up.

Zhao Jindong quickly pulled him: "Put on your clothes and don't catch a cold."

Song Chen got up, lying across him to get a thin blanket, wrapped it down, Zhao Jindong sat up and asked, "What are you going to do? Tell me, I'll help you."

"Lying down and not moving."

Song Chen said, then turned on the light and started searching all over the room. After a while, he probably couldn't find it, so he went out wrapped in a blanket. He just went out and ran back. He looked at Zhao Jindong with a smile.

Zhao Jindong sat up and said, "What the hell are you looking for?"

"You will know later." Song Chen said, going to the bathroom, changing his bathrobe and going out.

Mrs. Chen recovered from a cold. As soon as she came back, Mrs. Zhao was chatting with her in the living room while doing beauty treatment.

"You're the best you press," said Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Chen sat behind Mrs. Zhao, and while giving her a massage, she turned around and asked with a smile: "Why did Xiaochen get down? What do you want to eat?"

Mrs. Zhao also looked over when she heard this and saw Song Chen standing on the stairs wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Do you have a ruler at home?"

"ruler?"

Song Chen nodded, his face as natural as possible, and said, "I'll measure something."

"It seems to be there," said Mrs. Chen, and called out Mom Wang. Mom Wang said, "Rules? I'll go find it."

As Wang said that, she went to help him find a ruler. Mrs. Zhao was lying there and asked Sister Chen to give her a massage, and said, "What do you want to measure?"

"Just..." Song Chen thought for a moment and said, "Take a baby and see how long it is."

Mrs. Zhao asked casually. She glanced at Song Chen and asked, "Are you cold? Are you wearing this?"

“Not cold.”

Song Chen tapped his fingers on the sofa, and couldn't wait, so he went to the back to help Wang Ma find it together.

Finally, I only found a piece of old soft ruler. Wang's mother asked, "How long are the things you want to measure? Are these two meters enough?"

"Enough is enough." Song Chen said embarrassedly.

He grabbed the soft ruler and ran upstairs. He ran fast, and Wang's mother was still shouting behind him: "Slow down, don't knock it."

"oh!"

Song Chen was so lively, they were all very happy. Mrs. Zhao lay on Mrs. Chen's lap and said, "Did you see it?"

"What?"

"Xiao Chen's neck is so big that it's not yet at dinner."

"Is that right?" said Mrs. Chen: "I really didn't pay attention."

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "How great."

She was happy to see that there was a loving person at home.

Song Chen ran back to the third floor excitedly and arrived at the bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhao Jindong wearing clothes from the cloakroom.

"Why are you putting your clothes on and going out?"

Zhao Jindong said: "What did you look for after going out for so long? Have you found it?"

Song Chen immediately pulled him to the bed and reached out to take off his pants.

Zhao Jindong: "...You didn't say you were so nauseous..."

As a result, Song Chen ignored him and went straight into the bed.

Zhao Jindong asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Song Chen said in a muffled voice under the quilt: "I measure how big you are."

Zhao Jindong: "..."

Song Chen suddenly lifted the quilt, and a red face appeared and said, "Or, you can report me a number first."

Zhao Jindong said: "...I don't know..."

When Song Chen heard this, he got into the bed again.
Chapter completed!