Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

The place to soak in the hot springs is very close. Turn left when you leave the B&B. It’s next door. I can’t tell you what’s special about the decoration. The open air, bushes, potted plants and the boss wearing a floral shirt and flip-flops always feel like going through the tropics and digging into the jungle. Chizi opened a shop by the way.

There is a pool on the left and right sides of the door, and it is a bit hot to touch when you touch it. Take a shower before entering the room, and then go out after washing.The two of them changed into some convenient clothes, short-sleeved shorts and flip flops, and they were dumbfounded when they entered the bathroom.

The boss probably wants to create a combination of Japanese style and northeast bathhouse. There is no shelter when entering the door, and the small chairs are lined up in a row, so you don't need to stand.Fortunately, no one was there, otherwise it would be naked buttocks at a glance.

An old man was standing in the corner taking a bath, and every word he said echoed in the huge venue. It was probably the first time for Zhou Qingyan to come to this kind of place. The two of them stood together in a daze. Zhou Qingyan pushed.

"Go in." He looked uncomfortable, but he still walked in, found a shower head, took off his clothes without hesitation, and cleaned them in two or three strokes.

Chen Nansong gritted his teeth, fixed his eyes on the white tiles in front of him, and quickly threw off his clothes.

In a situation like this, as long as the eyes don't move, basically there is no embarrassment. I'm afraid of encountering the kind of chatter, grabbing people and insisting on chatting, and insisting on looking directly at each other and talking to each other.

Chen Nansong focused on taking a bath with his eyes closed, and he didn't glance to the side, but he couldn't help glancing to the side when he finally turned off the water.

Damn it, Chen Nansong doesn't know what to say, at least wear a pair of underwear, everyone is easy to talk, Quan Guo is really a little embarrassed, when he finally turned around, he forced himself to say, "The figure is pretty good."

There was a bathrobe at the door, and Chen Nansong breathed a sigh of relief when he wrapped it around his body. As soon as the door opened, the heat from his body was blown to the surroundings by the breeze, which was quite comfortable. He didn't look back, and walked all the way to the hot spring pool to soak in the water. In the middle of the night, leaning his arms against the somewhat cold stone behind him, he let out a long sigh of relief.

The sound of footsteps behind him made him turn his head, and the next second, something cold was pasted on his face, and Zhou Qingyan took a can of cold beer.

"You don't want to drink." Chen Nansong took it over, "Thank you."

"A bottle of beer is fine." Zhou Qingyan took off his clothes and went into the water, opened the beer bottle with one hand, and when he turned his head, there was a beautiful muscle line on his back and neck, and Chen Nansong stared at him like a hooligan.

"By the way, what's the matter with the scar on your waist? Are you injured?" Zhou Qingyan was pouring his head up into his mouth with a beer in his hand.

"Scar?" Chen Nansong touched his waist with his hands.

"It's okay not to say what's inconvenient, I'm just curious, nothing else." Zhou Qingyan turned his head and smiled at him.

"I did it myself." Chen Nansong took a mouthful of beer and swallowed it down, "It was a few years ago, and I was under a lot of pressure before, so I rowed it myself."

He didn't dare to look to the side, but stared at the water drops in the pile of stones opposite.

"Hmm..." Zhou Qingyan murmured for a long time, while Chen Nansong was dying of anxiety beside him.

He was afraid that Zhou Qingyan would utter the words, self-mutilation. Although it was true, it was harsh to his ears.

"I like watching horror movies under a lot of pressure, and you know that." Zhou Qingyan smiled and turned his head and said, "Why don't you change it too? Watch it with me, it's really useful."

Chen Nansong was stunned and said nothing, the beer bottle in his hand almost slipped into the pool, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Zhou Qingyan turned his head back just now.

"Aren't you afraid? I'm mentally ill. When Chen Bei knew about it, he was so scared that he didn't dare to talk to me for a week. Of course, he was just in college at that time." Chen Nansong stared at the pool.

"Everyone is more or less sick." Zhou Qingyan smiled, "I think I am also sick, who is not?"

"This is the first time someone told me that." Chen Nansong raised his arm, with a deep scar on it, "It was done in high school, from a beer bottle."

"How does it feel?" Zhou Qingyan looked very gentle on his face, his voice dropped a lot, and Chen Nansong felt like he was whispering.

"I'm very angry. I can't feel the pain. It's too late when it hurts." Chen Nansong said, "I guess I have some self-abuse tendency. If the knife can't be swung at others, then I will vent my anger on myself. In this case, responsibility Much smaller."

"Because no one cares what you do anymore." Chen Nansong continued.

Zhou Qingyan didn't speak, stretched out his arm, gently touched Chen Nansong's scar with his fingertips, and turned back and forth, not daring to use force, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

"How do you feel?" Seeing his unexpected reaction, Chen Nansong smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Uncomfortable." Zhou Qingyan skipped two words.

Chen Nansong's arms trembled, and he said in a daze for a long time, "The ability to empathize is very strong."

"Are you strong?" Zhou Qingyan let go of his hand and looked at him, "What do you think about your situation now?"

"Isn't this too difficult?" Chen Nansong smiled hippie again.

He went on to say, "I think you're thinking ... hopefully this guy won't hurt himself in the future."

Zhou Qingyan didn't speak, and the two of them looked at each other quietly for a long time, then he suddenly turned his head and smiled, "I thought you must be better than me, and I guessed [-]% right."

"What is the remaining [-]%?" Chen Nansong was a little curious.

"I hope I can help you." Zhou Qingyan smiled after finishing speaking, "Although I don't think I'm capable enough."

"without you..."

"Uncle??" A cry came from the edge of the pool next to it.

It's that boy Philo again.

Chen Nansong was startled, "Why are you here?"

"And me." Chen Bei came out from behind, "You sneaked out, what should you do?"

"Don't label me, I think you two also ran out secretly behind my back." Chen Nansong said.

"Harmful." Chen Bei's serious face collapsed in an instant, "Together, it's all fate." He dragged Fei Le into Chen Nansong's pool.

"What are you two talking about?" Chen Bei asked.

"There's nothing to talk about, we've had enough soaking, let's go back first." After Chen Nansong finished speaking, he stood up and wrapped himself in a bathrobe.

Zhou Qingyan followed behind and turned to look at Chen Bei, "Let's go first."

"Okay." Chen Bei smiled, and turned to Fei Le, "Do you feel that your uncle is different?"

"It's not the same?" Fei Le thought for a while, and stared at him with a clever expression of trying to figure out the answer, "He despises you and wants to break up with you! Doesn't he!"

"It's your size!" Chen Bei slapped him on the head, "Your uncle and I are brothers who have kowtowed, we have to order the coffin together!"

"Fine, as long as you are happy." Fei Le pouted, "But I think your coffin seat will be robbed."

"Fart!" Chen Bei finished speaking and looked at Zhou Qingyan's back, "Tsk."

There is still a 10-minute drive from the beach to the B&B. At this time, it seems that the only option is to go back to the room and sleep. After driving for a day, Chen Nansong’s calf is about to cramp. He just lay down in the water and fell asleep.

"You're sleepy." Zhou Qingyan turned around and said.

Chen Nansong yawned one after another, tears kept flowing, and now he shook his head and said, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

The elevator door ding-dong, and Chen Nansong was pushed when the door swiped open, "Huh?"

"Hurry up and go to bed, I'm sleepy from yawning and listening to it." Zhou Qingyan stood by the bed changing clothes, the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, leaving two dim lamps beside the bed.

When Chen Nansong came out after brushing his teeth, Zhou Qingyan was leaning on the bed and brushing his phone, looking at it seriously.

"What are you looking at?" He knelt on the bed with one foot and crawled all the way from the end of the bed to the head of the bed.

"It's nothing, Zhou Xin posted a circle of friends, and the location seems to be quite close to here." Zhou Qingyan frowned slightly.

"I won't follow you." Chen Nansong turned and lay down, very close to the edge of the bed.

"Why are you shrinking so far? I didn't buy this bed according to the share." Zhou Qingyan smiled.

"I'm used to it." Chen Nansong moved a little further in, the hot air around his arm stunned him.

Zhou Qingyan stared down at his face, Chen Nansong felt it, paused for two seconds, and looked straight up.

These two people seem to be competing, they have to make each other's eyes avoid.

"You still want to stare?" Zhou Qingyan laughed.

"Don't you stare at it too." Chen Nansong raised his head and felt a little uncomfortable.

My neck is fucking cramping.

"What did you see?" Zhou Qingyan didn't hold back, and smiled.

Chen Nansong looked at it for a long time without saying a word, "It's hard to see." After speaking, the other party seemed to be stunned for a moment, and he continued, "What did you see again?"

Chen Nansong always thought that Zhou Qingyan's hands were beautiful, and it stands to reason that beautiful hands should be gentler.He doesn't know where he got this theory.

Those beautiful hands are pinching his chin with great strength, and it hurts him. It is estimated that his face is a little deformed now.

Chen Nansong moved his hand, grasped the wrist on his face, "What for? Murder."

"How do you feel now?" Zhou Qingyan still spoke softly, and the strength in his hands did not loosen at all.

He was too close, and Chen Nansong who was close was a little flustered, after all, it was not a good situation to be under the pressure.

The heartbeat on the opposite side can also be heard clearly, through two layers of cloth, I can feel everything, as well as the thing below the waist.

"I feel...you're hurting me." Chen Nansong forced a word, but couldn't laugh even if he wanted to.

Zhou Qingyan let go, and moved his palm to his ear.

Chen Nansong smiled, raised his head a little bit, and sucked in the heat from the opposite side, "You have reacted."

"Yeah." Zhou Qingyan didn't deny it.

"Are you tired?" Chen Nansong asked, Zhou Qingyan froze for a moment, "It's okay, do you want me to help you?"

"Then help me first." Chen Nansong was extremely cheeky.When Zhou Qingyan probed down, Chen Nan loosely hooked the neck of the person above him and pressed down, the position of his lips deviated, and only stuck to the back of the ear.

He felt a hot breath in his ear, "Have you thought about it for a long time?" Zhou Qingyan asked him looking up.

"It's been a long time." Chen Nansong snorted, "It's the same with you."