After accidentally kissing a roommate

Chen Aowen directly rejected the junior on WeChat, telling him that the room had unfortunately been rented out two days ago, and when the junior knew about it, he said "excuse me" and stopped asking.

After dinner, on the way out of the school from the cafeteria, Song Xuan felt that Chen Aowen was a little silent. Although he didn't talk much in the past, compared with the high interest at the ice hockey rink, his mood was obviously low.

He didn't quite understand the reason, and Song Xuan was a little tired from skating, so he also walked quietly and side by side with Chen Aowen.

After returning home, Song Xuan went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Taking the pajamas and throwing it on his shoulders, Song Xuan still couldn't concentrate. When he passed the locked room opposite Chen Aowen, he stayed in a daze for a few more seconds, his thoughts stretched infinitely far away, Song Xuan couldn't I know what I'm thinking, but in short, my thoughts are scattered and ethereal, and many thoughts come to me, but they just don't come to fruition.

Walking from the bedroom along the corridor to the bathroom and then closing the door, Song Xuan was in such a state of emptiness that he didn't realize until he took off his coat and shirt and stood under the warm water to get his hair wet. My shampoo was used up last time, and I forgot to get a new one just now.

After hesitating for a moment, he still wanted to wash his hair. Song Xuan turned off the faucet, intending to simply wipe off the water droplets on his body, wrap up some clothes and go out to get it. However, after opening the shower curtain, he realized that he had forgotten more than just shampoo.

And bath towels.

Song Xuan: "..."

Song Xuan stood stiffly in the bathroom, the cool autumn wind leaked into the room through the window above the bathroom, making the sound of "whoop".

If there is no shampoo, the most is not to wash the hair, but the bath towel is not taken...

Song Xuan lowered his head and shook the water droplets on his arm.

It was so cold, he couldn't count on the water droplets to evaporate by themselves.

Helpless, Song Xuan rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and could only choose to call Chen Aowen.

When Song Xuan called Chen Aowen's name for the first time, Chen Aowen was reading a book in his room. The depth of his room was not too shallow, and it was not easy for the sound from the living room to reach the house, not to mention the bathroom Song Xuan was using. It is opposite to Chen Aowen's room.

At first, Chen Aowen thought he was hallucinating and misheard. It wasn't until he heard a louder and clearer voice the second time that Chen Aowen was sure that Song Xuan was indeed looking for him.

The hand holding the book paused, and after folding a corner, Chen Aowen closed the book, got up and walked slowly to the bathroom.

There is only one bathroom in this house, and it is always negotiated between the two of them who washes first.And when one party is taking a shower, the other party mostly stays in his own room doing his own things. This is the first time Song Xuan called Chen Aowen at such a time.

On the bathroom door, there was no one behind the frosted glass, and the lights in the bathroom were on, bright and majestic.

I don't know what happened. When Chen Aowen approached the bathroom, he had already put his hand on the doorknob, but he stared at the back of his hand for a moment, but he still didn't press it. He took a breath and asked, "Song Xuan, what's your name?" I?"

Song Xuan: "Yes, you have heard it."

There was a small enclosed space in the bathroom. Song Xuan's voice was usually pleasant to hear, but now it sounded ethereal and far away from the door, but it scratched Chen Aowen's heart like the tip of a feather's tail.

Chen Aowen tightened his throat and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Xuan said: "My shampoo is used up, but I forgot to get a new one just now. Can you please help me get it? It's in the box under the bed in my room. You don't need to unpack it for me. You can bring it to me. Take it apart yourself."

It sounds troublesome to unpack, so Chen Aowen said: "I have unused ones, you can use mine if you don't mind."

"Wait!" Song Xuan hurriedly interrupted him, and said with difficulty, "Also... I need to trouble you to get the bath towel for me."

Chen Aowen: "..."

Through the door, Song Xuan's tone sounded like "seeing death as home".

"I forgot the bath towel, this is the main thing... the shampoo is incidental."

Chen Aowen let go of the doorknob, and a smile climbed from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Okay." Chen Aowen said, "I'll get it for you."

Song Xuan: "...Thank you."

Song Xuan's bath towel was hanging on the back of his computer chair. It was a dark blue long square scarf, made of velvet, which felt loose and soft to the touch. Chen Aowen held it in his left hand, bent his knees and squatted down half of his body, and touched it with his right hand. Go to the box under the bed.

The box is a common plastic storage box, the color is blue and white, but it doesn't look too dull, because a blue fat man Dore Amon is printed on the corner of the lid.

Song Xuan's WeChat avatar is also a fat blue guy. They haven't changed it for more than a year after they became friends, and they should have been using it for a long time.

After paying more attention, Chen Aowen lifted the lid.

There are a lot of daily necessities in the plastic box. Soap, laundry detergent, and spare towels are all here. Chen Aowen reached out and fiddled with it a few times before finding a bottle of shampoo. Li tore open the outer packaging with one hand, threw away the trash, put the lid on the box and pushed it back under the bed, turned around and walked towards Song Xuan.

Returning to the bathroom door, Chen Aowen rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, bent his knuckles and knocked on the door twice before asking, "Song Xuan, did I enter?"

Song Xuan: "Yeah, come in."

Pushing the door open a crack, water vapor escaped from the crack of the door, and the mist in the bathroom was suspended in the air. Song Xuan stood with his whole body behind the shower curtain, only his head was tilted, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and his forehead was slightly flushed. The broken hair was wet and stuck to the forehead obediently.

With the shower curtain in place, Chen Aowen exhaled secretly, and stepped into the bathroom pretending to be indifferent: "Where are the things?"

"Just put it on the cabinet next to it." Song Xuan pointed to the corner of the wall, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Chen Aowen put down his things and asked again, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Song Xuan waved his hand: "No need, no need."

Chen Aowen glanced around the cracks in the tiles on the floor: "Well, then I'm going out."

After the door was closed, Song Xuan realized that his heartbeat was speeding up.

Secretly dispelling the inexplicable tension, Song Xuan reached for the bottle of shampoo on the shelf, but curled his lips when he saw the scent.

He usually doesn't use this floral fragrance, but uses marine refreshing shampoo, and this shampoo will appear in his storage box because his mother put it for him.

When Song Xuan was young, he had red lips and white teeth, a pair of deer eyes round and round, with black and big eyeballs, he was very attractive wherever he went.

Therefore, although he can be seen as a boy from a young age, his mother still likes to help him dress up.You can't tie bows on your hair like girls with long hair, so you can only play tricks on the smell. Flower fragrance and milk fragrance are two of his mother's favorite scents to put on Song Xuan's head and face.

This kind of aesthetic monopoly didn't stop until Song Xuan entered junior high school, and he chose the refreshing taste according to his own preferences.

This lavender-flavored shampoo was sent by his family in a package of seasonal clothes last winter. After Song Xuan got it, he pressed it at the bottom of the box and never used it.

However, in Song Xuan's impression, the shampoo was indeed gone, and he told Chen Aowen just now that he "take it casually", so he couldn't be picky about anything, so he could only make do with it first.

Poured some shampoo on the palm of his hand to create foam, Song Xuan washed his hair quickly and then rinsed it again, then took a bath towel to absorb the water on his body, put on his pajamas, wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom. Chen Aowen had already returned to the bathroom. room, sitting at the table and continuing to read.

When Song Xuan passed the door, he took a look, and saw that there was a folded corner in the corner of the page that Chen Aowen had spread out, and Chen Aowen stared at the folded triangle for a long time without moving, neither folding it nor turning the page.

Song Xuan made a sound, and Chen Aowen picked up the fountain pen on the table as if waking up from a dream, and circled a formula on the book.

I don't know what I was thinking just now...

Song Xuan knocked on his door and reminded: "I've washed it, you can use it now."

Chen Aowen nodded: "Yes, I see."

Back in the room, Song Xuan pulled out the storage box under the bed and looked through it. He found that there was indeed no new shampoo, and the stock of other daily necessities was not enough. He planned to wait for the Black Friday sale in two days to go to the market. A trip to the Asian supermarket in the centre.

Sitting at the table, the phone on the table just turned on. Song Xuan unlocked it and saw that it was Luo Ziyang——

[Luo Ziyang: I just saw your news, I told my junior, and he said he had already contacted Chen Aowen.What nationality is your new roommate this time? 】

[Song Xuan: I'm not from any country. Chen Aowen and I paid the rent for the third room together, so now it's equivalent to only the two of us sharing the rent. 】

[Luo Ziyang: Damn, how much is the rent for that room? 】

[Song Xuan: 1500 knives. 】

【Luo Ziyang: [thumbs up]】

[Luo Ziyang: Kuo Shao, you two are really rich, I envy you. 】

Luo Ziyang lives in the school building. Although it is an independent room, it is small in size and has to share the bathroom, kitchen and living room with four other people, so he envies Song Xuan very much.

【Luo Ziyang: Then, the big house is just the two of you?no one else? 】

[Song Xuan: Yes. 】

[Luo Ziyang: Wow, it's cool, there are few people, and it's clean. 】

[Song Xuan: Don't mention it, I was so embarrassed just now. 】

【Luo Ziyang: What's wrong? 】

[Song Xuan: I was taking a shower, and halfway through I found that I didn't have a bath towel, so I had no choice but to ask Chen Aowen to help me. 】

After sending the message, no new message popped up on their chat interface for 5 minutes, and after 5 minutes——

[Luo Ziyang:? 】

[Luo Ziyang: Finished posting?That's it? 】

【Song Xuan: It's over, that's all. 】

[Luo Ziyang: Ah, where is the embarrassment? 】

【Song Xuan: I'm taking a shower!naked!Isn't it embarrassing? 】

[Luo Ziyang:? ? ? 】

[Luo Ziyang: I don't understand. 】

[Luo Ziyang: They're all men. Didn't a group of buddies take a bath together in the big bathhouse during our military training in high school?Awkward? 】

【Luo Ziyang: What?Or did you and Chen Aowen kiss each other to express your affection? 】

Song Xuan: "..."

He shouldn't have told Luo Ziyang.

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Luo Ziyang: I don't understand.