Shen Liang unbuttoned Shao Quehan, wanted to help him take off his shirt, but felt that it was not a good idea, so he hesitated and withdrew his hand.

"You... Take it off by yourself." Shen Liang turned around, feeling strange in her heart.

Shao Quehan glanced back at him, slowly lowered his head, and took off his clothes with a rustle. After hesitating for a moment, he threw the clothes aside.

"Okay..." Shao Quehan said.

Shen Liang heard his mosquito-like voice, the tips of his ears moved slightly, and then turned around. He raised his hand to remove the shower from above, adjusted the temperature, and then directed the hot water at Shao Quehan.

"Clatter——" The two of them were instantly drenched. The difference is that Shen Liang is wearing clothes, while Shao Quehan is stark naked.

Seems a little unfair.

Shao Quehan wiped the water off his face: "Why don't you take it off?"

Shen Liang glanced at him: "It's you who want to take a bath, not me."

And...

"Do you understand what it means for two people to take off their clothes?".

Shen Liang said it too vaguely, but it made people feel flustered, his eyes were meaningful, and they were so obscene that they could be mosaiced.

Shao Quehan was stared at by him so that his heartbeat fluctuated, and he took a step back in a daze, but was pulled back by Shen Liang, only to hear the other party say in a low voice: "Put your hands on my shoulders."

"Go up, so as not to get wet."

He doesn't know if it was because of the hot water, Shao Quehan's originally pale skin turned a thin layer of red. Hearing this, he slowly raised his hand, and hesitantly put his right hand on Shen Liang's shoulder, unexpectedly obedient.

That's right.

Shen Liang squeezed some shampoo, and while washing Shao Quehan's hair, he sighed in his heart: Today, when the hero saved the beauty, if Shao Quehan looked like this, how could he scare Shen Yan away?

Shen Liang's long and slender fingers shuttled through Shao Yuhan's hair, gently but with right strength, and chatted casually: "Hey, have you always fought like that?"

Shao Quinhan looked at him amidst the pervasive heat, "Which one?"

Shen Liang hooked his mouth. He said a word on his lips: "Cruel."

He knew which topic was open and which part he was pointing at. Shao Quehan looked at him and said, "Cruel? Do you want to try what my worst is?"

Shen Liang didn't think about it at all. He helped Shao Quehan rinse his hair without squinting: "Can you be gentle? My brother likes gentle ones. He is afraid of blood, but you still make it so bloody."

"..."

Shao Quehan stopped talking, and put his right hand on On Shen Liang's shoulder, he pinched calmly.

"Hiss..."

Shen Liang gasped, not expecting this move. He stretched out his hand to clasp Shao Quehan's waist, and pulled him to the front of him forcefully: "Did I provoke you?"

Shao Quehan panicked for a moment, and inexplicably remembered the night when they were in close contact: "What are you doing?"

Some people look domineering, but in fact they are as simple as a piece of white paper in a certain aspect. They think that they are so big but haven't even held hands with others. Pass.

For a moment, Shen Liang felt that the person in his arms was not Shao Quehan, but a panicked little white rabbit: "...it's nothing."

He turned off the water, slowly let go of his hand, and then covered him with a white bath towel. It landed on Shao Quehan's head. The other party's facial features are handsome, with water vapor, his black hair is dripping with water, and his skin looks more and more fair.

Too seductive.

Shen Liang said: "Wipe it."

Shao Quehan didn't move, and frowned slightly: "Hand hurts."

Shen Liang: "...you said it didn't hurt just now."

Shao Quehan: "It hurts now."

Shen Liang raised his eyes, but was caught off guard and confronted Shao Quehan. Their gazes met in mid-air, and they became inexplicably ambiguous in the hot bathroom.

"..."

Shen Liang could only raise his hand to help him wipe it, rubbing it with a soft towel, Shao Quehan's relentless cute and needy appearance really made people feel relieved. They were already close, and with Shao Quehan's right hand still resting on Shen Liang's shoulder, it seemed even closer.

What is the difference between hold and hug?

It seems that there is no.

After Shen Liang wiped her hair, he realized that their current posture was a bit out of bounds, although they have already gotten closer before. He put down the towel slowly, and as soon as he lowered his head, he touched the tip of Shao Quehan's nose. His breathing was densely intertwined, making people feel itchy.

Shen Liang stared at him and said, "I'm finished wiping..."

Shao Quehan was naked, with his head lowered, and hummed without being able to hear his emotions.

Shen Liang took another bath towel and wrapped it around him, and suddenly asked without end: "Do you want me to carry you out?"

Shao Quehan was taken aback: "What?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness , his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously clenched his fingertips, only to find that he had been hugged horizontally by Shen Liang.

They have hugged before, but this time both of them are sober, and the meaning is different.

Shen Liang didn't look at Shao Quehan, walked out of the bathroom, leaned over and put him on the bed. He propped his hands on Shao Quehan's side, facing his eyes, and water dripped from the tips of his hair.

Shen Liang's body was wet, and his clothes were clinging to his body. He glanced at the bath towel wrapped in Shao Quehan, and reminded: "Remember to put on clothes, don't catch a cold."

A drop of water fell on Shao Quehan's face impartially, and he She blinked subconsciously, her eyelashes were thick and long, and she looked a little dazed: "Hmm..."

Seeing this, Shen Liang raised her hand and rubbed his head slowly for some reason, then stood up and left.

With a soft "click", the door was closed again, and the room fell into silence again.

The clothes on Shen Liang's body were so wet that water could be wrung out. After he returned to his room, he was about to take a shower, but found that the shower was broken, so he could only take his pajamas to the guest room downstairs to wash.

Aunt Zhang was watering the potted plants on the balcony, when Shen Liang passed behind him, for a moment he felt like his own mother, probably all the old people in the world were similar: "Aunt Zhang, the shower in my room is broken. "

Aunt Zhang Ma took the time to look up and replied to him: "Okay, I'll call someone to fix it tomorrow."

Shen Liang took a little time to take a shower, and took the time to wash his clothes. It was exactly ten o'clock when he came out. He was wearing a white casual shirt, with a towel around his neck, and he didn't bother to wipe his hair, so he went upstairs and returned to his room.

Shen Liang thought to himself that he was probably too dazed to take a shower, and he could even go to the wrong room. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Shao Quehan sitting on the bed, and immediately withdrew his legs and retreated: "Sorry, I went wrong."

He closed the door with a click, and realized something was wrong three seconds later, this was clearly his own room ah.

Shen Liang pushed the door open again, he walked into the room, looked at Shao Quehan suspiciously: "Did you go wrong, this is my room."

Shao Quehan sat alone in the corner of the bed, with his hands on his knees, hearing the words In a calm tone, he said: "My house."

Shen Liang walked over and patted a stack of yellow books on the bedside table: "The books are all mine."

Shao Quehan looked at him and raised his eyebrows coldly: "The whole room here is full of books that I bought."

Shen Liang: "..."

Okay, you are rich and powerful.

Damn, when he goes back to revise the manuscript, he will write Shao Quehan as a pauper.

Shen Liang wiped his hair carelessly with the towel around his neck: "I'll leave it to you, I'll sleep below."

But Shao Quehan threatened: "Do you dare to go and try?"

Shen Liang didn't want to leave at first, because there is no room in the guest room downstairs that is comfortable. He sat down on the edge of the bed, with his knees slightly bent, and put his arms on top. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows were lazy and charming: "Why, do you want to sleep with me?"

Shao Quehan hugged his knees, occupying only a small portion. He unconsciously fiddled with the gauze wrapped around his palm, staring at the pattern on the bed sheet, without saying a word. Occupying the bed like a bandit snake.

Shen Liang wondered what this was called. He inadvertently glanced at Shao Quehan, but his gaze stopped there. Because of the dim light, the current scene overlapped with the story in the book for an instant, which made people feel a little dazed.

Shen Liang suddenly remembered Shao Quehan's ending...

In the novel, when all the protagonists or supporting characters were happy and content, he was the only one struggling to get out of the mental hospital, crazy and insane, neither human nor ghost.

Readers said that Shen Liang was cruel, and Shen Liang thought it might be a little bit, but Shao Quehan is a character in a novel, how can a character in a novel be taken seriously? But in fact, this person just appeared in front of him, real and alive. Get angry, bleed and could get hurt.

He can write freely in the book, but one day when all the people in it become reality, those deliberate sufferings will become a sin.

Shen Liang originally had some teasing thoughts, but suddenly disappeared. He patted the empty seat beside him lightly, then opened his arms to Shao Quehan, and said, "Hey..."

He asked, "Would you like to hug me?"

Shao Quehan paused when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look at him.

Shen Liang's movements remained the same, maintaining that position: "Come here, I'll sleep with you in my arms."

He thought in his heart that Shao Quehan would not come over, but after a moment of silence, the other party quietly approached his arms, holding his knees with his hands, Trying to shrink himself into a ball.

Shao Quehan felt too insecure.

Shen Liang hugged him into his arms, sighed, and then slowly tightened his embrace, which fit perfectly. The faint fragrance of the shower gel on the body blends together, regardless of you and me.

Shao Quehan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Shen Liang pressed against the top of his head, only feeling the softness of his hair, after a while, he began to find nothing to say: "Shen Yan is timid and afraid of blood, next time you want to hit someone, clean it up behind your back, don't do it in front of him. "

Shen Liang was teaching him.

Shao Quehan was not in the mood to listen. He closed his eyes and said in displeasure, "I'm also afraid of blood..."

Shen Liang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Shao Quehan stopped talking, and closed his mouth tightly: "It's nothing."

Touching his hair, his palm was dry and warm. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Do you really like Shen Yan?"

I don't really get it, because even the author himself doesn't understand what it feels like to like someone.

In the original book, Shao Quehan fell in love with Shen Yan only because of the feeling that a person who has been in the dark for a long time suddenly sees the first light in his life and instinctively wants to reach out to pick it up.

But now, he really wanted to know what Shao Quehan was thinking.

When Shen Liang asked this question, he was so far away that he didn't notice the momentary bewilderment and astonishment that flashed across Shao Quehan's face after he asked this question.

Do you really like Shen Yan?

When Shao Quehan heard these words, his brain suddenly went blank for a moment. He tried hard to search for the answer to Shen Liang, but found nothing, as if...

As if the other party mentioned only an insignificant stranger.

Shao Quehan's brain was aching, he felt like a puppet, he had to follow a certain trajectory, and a voice kept telling him: You should like Shen Yan, you must like Shen Yan, You must have him.

That's the truth.

That's the truth, it is what is right...

Shao Quehan couldn't find the answer. He covered his head with his hands, suppressing the sharp pain that hit his brain, then frowned vaguely, and said in an irritable tone: "I like..."

It should be...I like him, right?

Shen Liang wasn't very puzzled by the answer, because that's what it said in the book: "Okay,"

Then he said, "I'll help you chase him."

After Shen Liang finished speaking, he looked at the time and found that it was almost eleven o'clock, so he put his arms around him. Shao Quehan lay down, avoided his wound, pressed the person into his arms and said, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

His voice was low and magnetic, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.

Shao Quehan didn't know why, but suddenly felt his heart beating very fast, and the sound was deafening, as if it would come out of his mouth in the next second.

He raised his head from Shen Liang's arms with some difficulty: "I can't sleep."

Shen Liang thought to himself that if you can't sleep, I can, so he pressed Shao Quehan into his arms again: "You must sleep."

Shao Quehan moved, being tough on Shen Liang for the first time

Shen Liang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. After hearing the words, he remembered something, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Because staying up late will cause sudden death."

Shao Quehan: "..."

The author has something to say:

Shen Liang: Focus on health preservation for a hundred years, I drink dog blood, you drink medicinal decoction, cheers.