Host, You're Targeted

"Is there a call?" Chi Nian asks.

Ye Cang's hand in his back everywhere, full of sweat on his body, "I don't know."

Both of them were lazy and unwilling to move. Neither of them wanted to go out and turn on the lights first.

Finally, Chi nianxun's sweat was almost wiped by Ye Zang's hands. Finally, he couldn't help it. He rolled down from ye Zang's body and was about to get up wrapped in a quilt.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Zang's legs clamped him, he even took a quilt clip back, touched his cell phone on the bedside table, looked at the time.

"It's more than twelve o'clock. What are you going to do? Is the light on? "

Chi nianxun pulled Ye Zang's leg away, patted his hand, wrapped up his blanket, and went to bed without saying a word.

A few minutes later, ye Zang heard the sound of water coming from the direction of the bathroom.

I went to take a shower.

Ye Zang is paralyzed on the bed and covers the quilt. He is too lazy to go to the door and turn on the light.

So he lay on the bed in a big font, sleeping with his eyes closed, waiting for Chi nianxun to come back from his bath.

Chi nianxun came back from the bath and turned off the emergency light at the door of the bedroom. The room was in darkness.

"Turn on the light at the head of the bed. I can't see."

Chi nianxun stood at the door and called Ye Zang. I don't know why the voice became milky.

Ye Zang pretended to sleep and ignored him.

He waited for a while, but did not wait for the light to turn on. He stamped his foot and called out, "Ye Zang!"

Ye Zang got up and turned on the light before he deliberately pretended to snore. He was just about to scold him. Chi nianxun held back his words and laughed.

The bedside light in the hotel is very dark, which really just serves as a light to let people watch the road and not fall.

Ye Zang leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the direction of the door, waiting for Chi Niang to come in.

Chi nianxun only wore a bathrobe on his body. The belt of the bathrobe was not fastened. You could see that he had nothing on except a pair of underpants.

"It's so cold!" Chi nianxun came pattering over on his slippers.

Ye Zang opened the quilt and opened his hands to him so that he could jump into his arms.

"How cold it is! The heating in the hotel is not very hot. " Chi nianxun buried his face in Ye Cang's arms, arching and arching, as if to absorb heat from him.

Ye Zang pulled the quilt up and wrapped him up and slapped him on the waist.

"If it's cold, go to get dressed. It's winter now. Don't you sleep without clothes? The heating in the room can't stand your fuss. Get dressed and be obedient Chi nianxun pulled the collar of his bathrobe and wrapped his face around his face. He just wanted to be buried on the soft and warm beach like a little turtle in his shell. He didn't want to face the hot sun and the cold and salty sea water.

"I don't want to go," Chi nianxun protested in a low voice. "You're not wearing either?"

The implication is obvious enough.

Ye Zang receives another meaning in Chi nianxun's words, pushes him away a little and gets out of bed by himself.

"I'll go. I'll get it for you, OK?"

Chi nianxun straightened up without saying a word. He grabbed Ye Zang's neck and gave him a boo, "thank you, Mr. Ye!"

"Oh, you are..."

Ye Zang crumpled his hair, which had just been dried, and went barefoot to the wardrobe to look for clothes.

The thick clothes brought in this afternoon have been sorted out by Chi nianxun. The coat and lining are placed at the two ends of the wardrobe, and the clothes of the two people are mixed together.

Chi nianxun's clothes are one size smaller than his. Two pieces of clothes with the same pattern and different sizes are placed together, which makes Ye Zang feel a kind of warm satisfaction for no reason.

The most ordinary life is not the warmest.