After confessing to being top-notch, I went crazy

After returning to the dormitory, Bo Ziming went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

In the steaming bathroom, his figure was hidden in the white mist, his body was washed by the turbulent water, and the scorching water flowed across his chest, but it also seemed to scald his heart.

that guitar...

He pressed his hands hard on his face, parting the water flow, revealing his extremely enchanting eyes, in the bottom of his eyes, there was a sadness that was finally no longer hidden.

is it necessary?still appear?Still using this way of recalling the past to attract his attention?

Ten years ago, ten years ago, it's time to let go, isn't it?

After an unknown amount of time, he finally turned off the shower, picked up a white towel and wiped his head, then his upper body, then wrapped his lower body with a bath towel, and left the bathroom.

But as soon as he opened the door, before he could step out, he saw a person lying on his bed!

This person was not considered lying down, but was half leaning on the bedside, reading a magazine he had put on the bedside in his hand.

He frowned slightly, looked at his upper body, then raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "How did you come in?"

Song Ding, who was leaning on the bed, did not speak, but seemed to be brewing for a while, then took a deep breath, sat up slowly, and said, "Bo, I...I want to get back together with you!"

Bo Ziming's body trembled slightly with these words, and there were still water droplets on his hair, and the cold water droplets dripped on the back of his neck, which was extremely cold.

In just this moment, he was awake.

He went back to the bathroom, wiped his hair, put on the T-shirt and tracksuit he had just taken off, and then came out.

He opened the door and made a gesture of please.

Song Ding frowned slightly, stood up from the bed, walked slowly to the door, and pressed his hand on the door, forming a counterforce against Bo Ziming's opening movement.

Bo Ziming tried his best to support him with his hand, but he was still defeated, and he easily closed the door!

And the moment the door closed, Song Ding forced him to the corner of the door, and said affectionately in his eyes: "Bo, as I said, I was wrong. I came back this time to ask for your forgiveness. You start over!"

The corners of Bo Ziming's lips tightened, and the voice came out from his lips, cold and cold: "But, I, don't want to!"

"Duplicity!" With a frown between his eyebrows, Song Ding grabbed his shoulder and leaned forward with all his strength, ready to kiss him forcefully!

But Bo Ziming seemed to know that he had this move, so he put his fist directly on his chest, and said very seriously: "Song Ding, please respect yourself!"

A few minutes later, Song Ding was kicked out of the room.

There are still a few scratches on the neck.

Standing at the door, Song Ding touched his mouth, sighed forcefully, and exclaimed: "Wife abuse is fun for a while, chasing wife crematorium! Hey, who summed up this sentence, how is it so accurate? I begged him so much! He He still looks like he wants to cut me into pieces! Hey!"

As soon as the words were finished, the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone listlessly: "Hello?"

The assistant on the other end of the phone brought a big RV with a lot of staff sitting in it, and said to Song Ding while looking at the road: "Hey! Boss! We're here! In the parking lot! Come here! Stylist It's inside!"

Song Ding said in a low voice: "Okay, I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the dormitory in front of him opened again.

Bo Ziming walked out.His lips were still a little red, and his face was also a little red, but because of his current expression, he seemed more than angry, not ambiguous enough.

He stood at the door, looked into Song Ding's eyes and said: "Song Ding, you also said that it has been ten years, and everything should have ended long ago. I hope you will not bother me again. If possible, you continue your life, Withdraw from the game. Otherwise, I will not let you have a good time in the days to come!"

Song Ding frowned, tightened his grip on the phone, and his eyes were moist, but he swallowed it in the end, and changed into his usual giggling look: "Abusive! As long as you feel comfortable, you can abuse! I'll take it, isn't that all right?"

Bo Ziming was slightly startled by his words, then his face became annoyed, he squeezed his lips tightly, and said: "I'm sick!" Then, he closed the door forcefully!