Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

"You're trying to change the subject."

Qi Song sometimes thinks that this person is really sensible, he is so good at acting, how can he still remain calm?

It seemed that he was really angry with him before.

But since it was a hole I dug myself, I had to fill it up no matter what.

"I'm sorry... I didn't believe you before, but I really won't in the future, I swear."

He raised up three fingers, and said swearingly, extremely serious, since the matter has come to this point, if he likes to misunderstand, he can misunderstand. In the last few days, he didn't want him to live under such pressure.

After putting down his palm, he took the initiative to embrace his waist. He didn't refuse or take the initiative. He let him do this, but ripples appeared in his calm eyes.

Shen Ci seemed to be waiting for his next move. Although neither of them spoke, the heat of the hot water instantly filled the bathroom, and the atmosphere began to become hazy.

Shen Ci was originally handsome and beautiful, the two of them hadn't been close for so many days, how could they not miss him, the hand holding his waist gradually tightened, and he raised his chin to kiss his mouth actively.

"The nonsensical things I said before are not true, just think I'm in a daze." After leaving his lips, he said softly, with moisture in his eyes.

Seeing that he still didn't respond, Qi Song was completely anxious, and kissed his neck as if going all out, wrapping it behind the ear, clumsily and eagerly.

Shen Ci's eyes trembled, his heart couldn't hold back anymore, he pulled him into his arms with his backhand, hugged him from behind, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"It's not like you." His low and magnetic voice came from his ear, hot breath filled his neck and ears, and he felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

"That's...how?" Qi Song asked, swallowing his saliva.

"Actually, you don't have to be so reluctant." He knew that he didn't like to take the initiative, but today's initiative was a bit abnormal. The question just now was obviously confused by his ambiguity. He could feel that there was something hidden in his heart. But he has always been unwilling to speak out. What is it that makes him prefer to do this than to speak out?

Qi Song turned his cheek slightly, rubbed his nose against the tip of his nose, his tone was soft but firm, "I don't force it, I want to get close to you, don't you want to? Didn't you say you miss me before? Now you don't want to?"

"I don't want it anymore." He opened his lips lightly and said in a calm voice. Seeing him in front of him, he didn't just think about it.

Hearing this, the disappointment in Qi Song's eyes was fleeting, but then he smiled, "It's okay."

He turned his cheek slightly, but didn't say anything more.

Slowly loosening the hands around his waist, Shen Ci turned around him, and wiped the water stains on his face with his fingertips, "It's getting late, take a bath and have a good night's rest."

His indifference made Qi Song feel inexplicably sad. He originally thought that the relationship between them could be eased, but now...

Although he had some relief, he still felt that something was weird, as if something was missing in his heart.

His attitude seems to be different, maybe he is too sensitive and suspicious, and he said just now that he should trust him.

Qi Song nodded obediently, "Okay, then...are you going back tonight?"

"I'll leave after you rest." Shen Ci said.

Qi Song pulled his lips slightly, but in the end he only said one word, "En."

He went out anyway, Qi Song took off his dirty clothes, took a shower one after another, put on his bathrobe and was about to go out, when he suddenly felt a heat in his nasal cavity, as if something had flowed down.

He wiped it off indifferently, and was about to rinse it off when he saw a streak of bright red appear on his finger.

He stared blankly at the bloody finger for two seconds, then walked to the mirror in two steps, and saw blood oozing from the left nostril of the person in the mirror, which was very eye-catching.

As if he was afraid of being discovered, he washed off the blood as quickly as possible, and left the bathroom as if nothing had happened, while the man was still sitting on the sofa waiting.