Borrowing a Kiss

Back at the hotel, Liang Muqiu couldn't wait to take a shower.

When he came back from a walk just now, he was sweating slightly, and his hair was sticking to the back of his neck.

But he took his nightgown and went into the bathroom, only to find that the shower head was broken and no water came out. Even if he turned it on to the maximum, it was just ticking.

He tried a few more times without giving up, but the result was still the same, so he could only come out with a bathrobe and said to Cen Nan, "We may need to ask the front desk to change rooms, the shower head in the bathroom is broken."

It's not a big deal, it's just a little troublesome.

When Liang Muqiu was on the phone with the room service, Cen Nan arranged their luggage again so that they could be removed later.

Room service came quickly, two young girls, and after checking the bathroom, couldn't stop apologizing.

Liang Muqiu didn't want to embarrass anyone, "It's okay, just change the room, it's getting late, I have to go to bed earlier."

But the waiter with the high ponytail showed hesitation, "Sir, we only have one river view suite left, which is on the same floor as yours, and the configuration is the same. But it is a double bed room, do you mind? "

Liang Muqiu instantly understood.

There are only a few suites on this floor where he lives. His room has a double bed, but the room next door has a big bed, which means he and Cen Nan have to share the same bed.

He quickly glanced at Cen Nan.

Cen Nan stood there straight, his expression unchanged, and he also glanced at him, unable to tell what he was thinking.

He was a little hesitant, "Is there no other room, and the specification is just fine."

The two waiters were in a dilemma, "It's the peak season recently, and the rest is a single room, which can't accommodate two people. I'm really sorry."

The two little girls wrinkled their faces, probably just graduated, and their faces were tender.

If Liang Muqiu is really determined to solve it, he can also contact other hotels, but he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, thinking what is being hypocritical.

It's not that he and Cen Nan have slept in the same bed before, and slept in a tent while camping, and now they are arguing about a bed, which is somewhat petty.

"That's how it is," he said, "Please change to the river view room."

Both room attendants breathed a sigh of relief and agreed immediately.

Ten minutes later, Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan switched to 10 next door.

This suite has a wider view than the one they lived in before. The Songyun River is outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It is night, and there are still sparks on the river.There are cloakrooms in the living room, but for some reason, there is only one big bed in the bedroom.

Liang Muqiu glanced around the room and saw the roses in the vase. He suspected that this was actually a honeymoon suite.

But now he can't take care of this much anymore, and lives all over.

He picked up his bathrobe and went back into the bathroom.

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom reached Cen Nan's ears through a layer of frosted glass.

The sound of the water was like a noise disturbing one's cultivation, not to mention that Cen Nan was not a Zen monk at all.

He sits on the sofa and reads a magazine, a geography magazine that introduces scenery, but the lakes and mountains in the magazine can't catch his eyes. Before his eyes, like waves, Liang Muqiu's lips, full, soft, and wet The bead slides from the lip bead all the way to the collarbone.

After an unknown amount of time, Liang Muqiu finished washing and came out while wiping her hair.

Cen Nan raised his head from the sofa and looked over calmly.

Liang Muqiu was drying her hair. The summer nightgown was already light and soft, made of soft silk, and a dangling belt easily outlined a thin waist.The nightgown was not too short, only two thin white wrists and ankles were exposed, but the little skin that was so sparingly exposed had a dignified beauty, provoking people to find out.

Cen Nan's eyes fell on the back of Liang Muqiu's neck, which was set off by dark blue silk. The soft white neck was as fragile and beautiful as a swan.

He has rubbed it many times, leaving tooth marks on the fresh snow-like skin.

If Liang Muqiu turned his head at this moment, he would be startled by Cen Nan's eyes. In the dimly lit room, it was like a hunter looking at his prey.

But Liang Muqiu didn't. He lowered his head, dug some face cream, and spread it rough on his face, still urging Cen Nan, "Hurry up and take a bath, don't dawdle, and disturb my sleep later."

Cen Nan didn't speak, but just nodded.

His eyes lingered on Liang Muqiu's back for a while, and then he put down the magazine and went to the bathroom.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Liang Muqiu felt a little uncomfortable sleeping on the same bed with Cen Nan.

Most of the lights in the room were extinguished, leaving only a small warm lamp on the table. Once the atmosphere became dark, the other five senses would become extra sensitive.

Liang Muqiu could smell Cen Nan's shampoo, it wasn't prepared by the hotel, it was his own. It had a fresh citrus scent mixed with a bit of bitter orange. It was a bright fragrance that was not like Cen Nan usually.

Liang Muqiu himself also had this smell.

He also used Cen Nan's shampoo.

Although there was a little distance between the two of them, the fragrance of their bodies lingered in the air.

Liang Muqiu looked at the script on his lap absently, but actually didn't read a few words at all.

He knew that Cen Nan was watching the video he made in his senior year.

Liu Fengtao is being dishonest, when he was eating today, he really sent the short video he took before to Cen Nan's phone.

It's almost twelve o'clock now, Cen Nan didn't do any business at all, and watched this short video with a focus on studying legal provisions.

Liang Muqiu himself almost couldn't remember what was recorded in this short video. Although Cen Nan turned down his voice, there was still an outgoing sound, which made him a little curious and a little ashamed.

He still has an impression of his own virtues in his senior year, and he won't suddenly turn into a shadow king when he shoots a short film, only toes in embarrassment.

He felt a little resentful when he thought of this, and stared at Cen Nan rather unkindly, thinking that this person definitely did it on purpose.

Probably because his gaze was so existential, Cen Nan raised his eyes from the video, turned his head and asked him, "Why are you staring at me, do you want to watch it too?"

Of course Liang Muqiu didn't want to.

But before he could speak, Cen Nan put his hand around his waist, and with a little force, Liang Muqiu was dragged over and crashed into Cen Nan's arms.

Cen Nan's chest muscles are strong enough, but it doesn't hurt much.

But Liang Muqiu fell into someone else's arms, his lips almost touching Cen Nan's collarbone.

His back went stiff.

But Cen Nan didn't seem to notice, wrapped him in his arms, tapped his shoulder with his finger to silence him.

"It seems that it's time for you to appear." Cen Nan said.

Liang Muqiu cast his eyes on the video suspiciously. At this moment, he remembered a little about the plot of the short film. It was just an assignment anyway, and he could play it freely.

They filmed more unrestrainedly, filming a story of a gangster female boss and a small policeman, falling in love and killing each other.

It sounds very touching, but Liang Muqiu didn't play the little policeman.

He plays the male second, the young lover of the gangster boss.

Cen Nan, my mother can only help you so far~