[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

The so-called ailments automatically surfaced after a few minutes.They just bought a new pair of underwear.

When the mourner came out wrapped in a bath towel, Yan Ke had already washed all his sprayed clothes and hung them up. Now he was holding a small mouthwash cup for brushing his teeth, facing the bedside table he bought. Water the pot of evergreen.The air in the room was a bit dry, and the warm wind was blowing against his warm brown back, and the sharp tail hung from the black low-waist Lycra cotton underwear, shaking it comfortably.

He heard the noise behind him and turned around, just in time to see the mourner standing blankly at the foot of the bed where plastic bags were piled up, as dry as another plant that lost water.

"What's wrong with you?" He was at a loss, and even wanted to raise the mouthwash cup in his hand and pour it on the blonde hair.

The mourner stared at the plastic bag that had been opened, complex emotions flashed in his azure blue eyes, from surprise, to self-blame, and finally to grievance and nervousness.As a roommate who ate and lived with him for more than a month, and a material provider for fan-art, Yanke can already easily distinguish the emotions of this colleague with facial paralysis.Combined with the empty plastic bag where the line of sight falls, the answer is self-evident.

He put down the mouthwash cup in his hand and stood up: "Hi, what's the matter."

The Undertaker didn't look at him, still staring at the end of the bed with those aggrieved blue eyes, like a little robot that's crashed due to a programming error.

"I washed it tonight and hung it up, dried it the next day and put it on again, it's the same."

The Undertaker finally responded.He blinked slowly, then turned around and rushed into the bathroom quickly. After a while, there was the sound of splashing water inside.

Yan Ke stroked his chin and thought about it, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: the undertaker, who is the executor of the Lateran notary office, of course cannot be as squeamish as a little girl, let alone wearing a pair of unwashed underwear, let him sleep in the open It is estimated that there will be no complaints.Then what happened to his embarrassment and stiffness just now?

It can't be because I'm by my side, right?Yan Ke thought to himself mockingly.

In the early hours of the morning after the carnival night, the two unlucky operators who were stranded in Longmen finally lay down in the warm hotel bed. One wore only a pair of underwear, and the other didn't even wear underwear. The absolute distance is less than fifty centimeters.But nothing happened to them... because they were all browsing the forums.

That's right, the Rhode Island Mile District Forum.

The post by "City Messenger", that is, Angelina, has become the number one hot post tonight, and the replies of various posts below have covered it to a height of six hundred floors, and it is still growing at a rate of The speed of dozens of floors increased rapidly.Yanke saw that it was a reminder for himself to update, and immediately lost interest, and directly turned to the "Latest Release" column.The undertaker entered curiously.

[Water Post] Excuse me, why is "Outlaw Land" discontinued tonight?

405L Margaret? Linguang:

What's going on in the forum tonight?Why did it explode all of a sudden?

(Building in the building) Reply to Margaret with a cup of black tea? Linguang: Mrs. Linguang is here too!Quickly point the way to the picture posted by 108L Nightingale, tonight to celebrate the New Year!

(Building in the building) Margaret? Linguang replied with a cup of black tea: Okay, I'll go and have a look.

406L calls me General:

Was the repeat reading just now interrupted?

Come on with me!Fire burial szd!Fire burial isrio!

407L electrical automation review don't forget:

Fire burial szd!Fire burial isrio! (repeat)

408L Volcanologist:

Fire burial szd!Fire burial isrio! (repeat)

It's been a long time since I saw such a big reread...

409L City Messenger 【Original】:

Upstairs is Ayjafjallah?Oh my god, why did this building summon Eyjafala...

The 410L uncle is the best in the world:

Fire burial szd!Fire burial isrio! (repeat)

Are you going to do this?Uncle Ben hasn't figured it out yet.

(Building in the middle of the building) White-faced Owl [Moderator]: Ifrit, according to research, staying up late is harmful to the physical growth of teenagers and the treatment of your ore disease. In addition, Selia is already coming to your dormitory. Recommended The countermeasure is to turn off your phone and go to bed as soon as possible, no kidding this time.

411L White-faced Owl [Moderator]:

The boutique post application has been approved.

412L one car bread man:

It's really exquisite!Fire burial szd!Fire burial isrio! (repeat)

Miss 413L thinks you need physical therapy:

Today is simply the founding day of the flame burial, if the flame burial is not true, what else is real.I shed Xista's tears until all the volcanoes were extinguished. Their beautiful love is stronger than red gold and more indestructible than D32 steel. The believer is willing to use the life-long processing station to lose energy in exchange for their century-old marriage and early birth of a precious child! ! ! ! !

(Building in the building) Give me a cup of blood and reply that my sister thinks you need physical therapy: I have never seen you blow rainbow farts like this.

(Building in the middle of the building) Sister thinks you need physical therapy Reply give me a cup of blood: What do you know, you old vampire, this is called having an official belly to announce your self-confidence

414L nutritious meal unsalable help us:

I'm not as good at blowing as upstairs, all I know is crying.Starting today, I have also officially climbed the wall! Sister @42star operator Ke Luxie, I haven't printed the joint journal yet, remember to reserve a few more seats for me!

415L Mounted Police:

I'm coming!The integration of new posts that everyone wants tonight is here!

[Flame Burial] That night ♂ you didn't refuse (R) (quickly fish, pure pwp, don't enter if you don't like it) Author: @give me a cup of blood

[Flame Burial] One night in the hotel (playing practice) Author: @姐姐想你需要physiotherapy

【Fire Burial】Mandarin Duck Bath (R Short Manga) Author: @葛玉北料疯料料

[Yan Zang] I drew a picture of them in the bathroom... Author: @持拍乔脸

【Flame Burial】Is it wrong to seek an overnight stay in a love hotel?

[Flame Burial] Dialogue Concentration Building (2) Author: @马嘉玛?林光

[Flame Burial] Helpless (R?) (Sudden new serialization) Author: @一杯红茶

Also, Teacher Nightingale and Sister Gloria said that they are already writing, and they will post it when it is finished.The flame burial circle on our forum is really lively tonight!Ha ha!Almost all the wives are dispatched.

(Building in the building) The singing of the hometown replied to the mounted policeman: The Shining has not yet appeared.

(Building in the middle of the building) Mounted police come and reply to the song of hometown: But isn’t this post originally used to find the Shining...

What happened?

Oh, they know that Yanke and I have a room in the hotel.

But nothing happened to us?The Undertaker thought bewilderedly.

Because his favorite author The Shining is not here tonight, he decided to read another author with a better impression: Ceylon.

Ceylon's fanfiction is mainly based on the plot flow, with delicate brushstrokes and gentle style. Aside from the shining names of him and Yan Ke, it is an excellent romance novel.Of course, for mourners who lack the ability to empathize, evaluating a romance novel as "excellent" is basically equivalent to evaluating a painting as "comfortable in color". You can use this to entertain yourself briefly.

However, as the reading progressed, the mourner's eyebrows began to frown together at a very slow speed, expressing the mixed feelings in his heart.

There is no doubt about Ceylon's writing style and ability to grasp characters, but this fanfic...is too similar to their current situation.

I don’t know if it’s because the writers of parallel universes, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, are at their wit’s end when matching a new couple, thinking that simply and rudely letting two people get off to the end can break the barrier of communication, just like a clichéd B-grade movie—— —At the beginning of the story, the two of them overturned from the candy boat and fell into the artificial river surrounding the Dragon Gate.The two swam in the not-so-clean river for a while, and when they climbed to the shore, they were soaked, leaving only a waterproof carry-on backpack and some Longmen coins that survived the disaster.So they fled to a nearby hotel, and unfortunately there was only one double room for couples left.

If it was Warfarin who was doing the knife at this time, they would have already let them do it in the luxurious couple's big bed room.Fortunately, Ceylon is not such an author.She portrayed in detail the embarrassment of the two male operators facing the couple's big bed room, not changing their clothes after taking a shower, and sitting opposite each other with towels around them.It's pretty much a mirror image of their real-life hapless experience - except neither of them wear underwear.

Do they have clairvoyance or precognition?The Undertaker's thoughts went astray for a split second.

He decided to read on, to see what else Ceylon had guessed.

Rutland civil servants are known to abide by a strict, machine-like biological clock.At this time, his regular sleep time has been greatly exceeded.The mourners began to feel drowsy on the way there.Like a child, he held onto the corner of Yanke's coat and managed to get close to the front of the hotel... But now, the warm room, dry body, and soft kingsize bed all tempted him to hurry up Fall into dreamland.Yan Ke didn't pay attention, and found his Sakota colleague curled up on the side of the round bed, hands and feet wrapped around the pink quilt, already sound asleep.

Her ivory-white body was only wrapped with a thin white towel around her waist and abdomen, and she was sunk in the pink bed like that.The rose petals sprinkled on the bed cover for couple customers had not had time to be removed, and a few pieces rolled down with the sinking of the quilt, just scattered among his platinum hair, making this scene even more charming.

"Will you catch a cold if this continues?" Yan Ke thought in his heart.

As the night darkened, drowsiness began to attack Yanke wave after wave.But he still tried his best to open the eyelids that were lazily drooping due to exhaustion, walked to the mourner, bent down, and prepared to pick up the sleeping little angel and throw him under the quilt.

The finger almost slipped away the moment it touched the opponent's skin. "What's going on?" Yanke thought to himself.Unlike the roughness of his own fingertips, the Undertaker who had wrapped himself in heavy fabric for a long time had smooth and fine skin.The place he just touched was the shoulder, and the thin muscles were loose without the master's force, and the tentacles felt like milk jelly.Because he got close enough, Yanke even smelled a scent emanating from the mourner.It's not a floral fragrance or any kind of men's fragrance, but some kind of childlike, faintly milky smell.

He regained his composure, stretched out his hand again, embraced the mourner's shoulders and legs in one go, and hugged him horizontally.There was one thing that even he didn't realize, the high emotion caused the body temperature of Sarkaz, who is good at the skill of fire-attributed source stones, to rise very quickly, roasting the skin on the mourner's shoulders and legs, as if he was going to burn this piece of skin The sweet and fragrant panna cotta melted in his arms.

The Undertaker writhed uneasily, as if to escape the heat against his skin.Yanke scolded Kazdel in his heart, flipped open a corner of the quilt with his knees, and stuffed the drowsy sleeping angel inside, and he was done.

"Um..."

In the extraordinarily quiet room, the extra viscous soft moan of the mourner was too clear to be ignored.He turned over in the pile of quilts, facing Yan Ke with his bare back, and his cleverly folded black wings almost hung out from the edge of the bed.

Yan Ke slammed down the quilt he was holding in his hand.He heard his own heart beating like a drum.

(TBC)

ps: The last paragraph is an excerpt from a fanfic written by Ceylon.