lend me a bite

'boom'

The sound of a heavy object falling suddenly came from the bathroom. Shan Qiye was startled, and quickly said, "I'll just say it casually, my deskmate, calm down!"

In a hurry, it was impossible for Shan Qiye to open the door and go in to see what was going on, so he simply hung his clothes on the doorknob, knocked on the door and said, "My deskmate, I hung my clothes on the doorknob, You can take it yourself later."

"Ah."

Hearing Qin Yimu's voice faintly coming from inside, Shan Qiye lay back and played with his mobile phone in peace.

If something happened because of his words, then he would die of guilt.

Playing with the mobile phone all the time is actually quite boring, especially when he has already played mobile games all over the place, the mobile phone is just a bright screen for him.

'click'

Out?

Shan Qiye tightened his hands, and his eyes, which were originally staring at the phone, couldn't help but drift away to one side, looking at the bathroom with a small door open through the gap in his hands.

The water vapor inside dispersed somewhat with the movement of opening the door. Qin Yimu was wearing the clothes he took in from the doorknob, probably because the water on his body had not been wiped clean, which caused the clothes to stick to his body, and he could vaguely see the bruises in his abdomen. contour.

The white shirt became inexplicably transparent after being soaked in water. This...was more exciting than wearing nothing at all.

Shan Qiye's fingertips holding the phone turned white, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't take his eyes off the two rows of abdominal muscles.

He, he also has.

It's one... two, three, four dollars less than Qin Yimu's.

Thinking of his abdominal muscles, Shan Qiye couldn't help but feel a little sad, and he didn't know why, no matter how much he exercised, he still didn't have the huge muscles he imagined. It might be that Omega was born unable to train them like that.

He took a peek at his stomach, and when he turned sideways, he could clearly see the muscle lines of the abdomen, but he lacked some abdominal muscles.

A thin layer of muscles is evenly attached to the bones, there are no exaggerated and huge muscles, but it is definitely the type that looks thin and fleshy when undressed.

However... he still prefers the abs.

Just when he wanted to put his eyes on Qin Yimu's body and carefully observe what happened to those abdominal muscles, Qin Yimu had already sat on the chair, "Come here."

what?

Did someone speak just now?

These two sentences instantly appeared in Shan Qiye's mind, and he reacted immediately. He suddenly raised his head, and saw Qin Yimu looking sideways at him.

He immediately straightened up, supported the side of the bed with one hand and rotated gracefully, landed lightly, and rushed to Qin Yimu in two steps. He smiled slightly and tilted his head to look at him: "Did you call me at the same table?"

Qin Yimu looked away indifferently, raised his hand and threw the towel over.

Before Shan Qiye realized what was going on, he had already firmly grasped the towel in his hand, "Same table?"

He blinked suspiciously, but at this moment he could only see Qin Yimu's back from his angle.

And... that wet hair.

The moment he saw that hair, Shan Qiye had a flash of inspiration, as if Pangu opened the world with an axe, and immediately understood what it meant.

Shan Qiye picked up the towel and twirled it in his hand, "Wipe your hair? Don't worry, I'm super professional!"

He shook out the towel with both hands, the left and right lengths were the same, gently placed it on Qin Yimu's head, and grabbed it twice with his hands through the towel.

Pressing with flexible fingers, in addition to wiping off the water on the hair, he also gave a head massage. Shan Qiye himself felt that his technique was too professional, so he couldn't help but leaned forward and asked: " How is it? The method is not bad!"

Without waiting for Qin Yimu to speak, Shan Qiye said cheerfully, "If it weren't for my good academic performance, I would be the manager of the massage shop that is turning left on the street."

"Hey, an excellent person can shine in any industry." Shan Qiye praised, "Tsk tsk": "I'm amazing."

Qin Yimu: "Yes."

"...Did you agree with me at the same table just now?"

There was still no response to this sentence, but Shan Qiye still happily rubbed his hair and massaged him.

After the towel was a little wet, it was almost done, but Shan Qiye wanted to play with his hand because he was bored, and he didn't rush to let go, instead he used his fingers to measure something on his head.

While measuring, he muttered, it was obviously a very short distance, but Qin Yimu just didn't hear any of the words.

On the contrary, Shan Qiye felt more excited as he talked, Qin Yimu frowned: "What?"

Shan Qiye touched his nose, and shouted with a drawn out voice: "Same table~"

At this sound, Qin Yimu frowned even tighter.

Shan Qiye himself couldn't bear it, he patted the numb feeling on his arm, coughed lightly, and said seriously: "You know people have acupuncture points, right?"

"Ah."

"This man has a lot of acupuncture points on his head, but everyone doesn't care about it in daily life." While speaking, Shan Qiye's finger stroked Qin Yimu's head back and forth, as if according to the The route went again.

Suddenly, Shan Qiye stopped his hand, and put his index finger precisely on the center of his head, "Here—!"

"It's the legendary 'talk point'."

Qin Yimu: "..."

Shan Qiye patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Don't believe me at the same table, if you press this acupoint, even those who don't want to talk can't stop."

"Conversely, those who like to talk can't say a word."

"Just press it lightly... Eh? What are you doing at the same table?"

Before Shan Qiye could make a move, Qin Yimu stood up and pulled him, pushing him onto the chair.

"Same—uh!" Halfway through speaking, the towel pulled down and rubbed him.

In a panic, Shan Qiye reached out to grab his hand and told him not to move around, but because he could not see, he couldn't catch him with his hands for a long time, and then he suddenly felt that something was delivered to him, and he immediately Curling up his fingers, he just grabbed Qin Yimu's wrist.

——Then Qin Yimu clasped his wrists and clenched both of his hands together.

Shan Qiye: "..."

At the same table, you learned badly!

Qin Yimu messed up his hair with one hand.

When he stopped, Shan Qiye looked at the 'fried-haired lion' in the mirror and didn't dare to admit that it was him for a moment.

Qin Yimu put away the towel, and said lightly, "Childish."

"It's not childish." Shan Qiye hugged his thin body weakly, and slapped the table aggressively, "I'm giving you popular science medicine, you see you messed with my hair."

"To shut up."

"No, yes!" Shan Qiye paused every word, opening his mouth provocatively, "Just say it."

"'Hua acupoint'?"

Hearing Qin Yimu's suspicious words, Shan Qiye froze for a moment.

Just now Qin Yimu seemed to have really poked the so-called 'talk point'.

Shan Qiye looked up at him, the smile on his face could hardly be suppressed.

I'm naive...then why do you believe in my naivety?