Uncertain age difference

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Maybe it's because the temperature has dropped too fast these days, and the house finally started heating.

As soon as Ning Huang came home, he felt the heat rushing towards his face. His house was paved with underfloor heating, and when he stepped on the floor with bare feet, it was warm from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

At this time, Lu Chen would put the plush slippers back in the shoe cabinet and replace them with plain quilted materials.

The pajamas have also been changed to several sets of breathable long-sleeved ones suitable for wearing in heated rooms.

The original citrus incense, which smells good, permeates the whole room after being steamed by the heat. When the door is opened, it is tangy and homey.

Ning Huang hasn't relaxed like this for several days, throwing away his coat, he fell onto the warm floor.

She squirmed lazily on the blanket again.

Sure enough, even the soft white blanket was warm.

Then the whole person lay on the floor, motionless.

Boss Lu put away the shoes at the back, hung up the coat, and took off the cuff of the watch and put it on the tray.

The corners of his lips curled up when he saw him lazing on the floor stall like a small animal.

But she gave him slippers while urging him to take a bath.

He lived outside for two or three days, and even his coat smelled of nightclub smoke and alcohol. Lu Chen must change him into the smell of home.

The little hedgehog lay lazily on the carpet, motionless as if he hadn't heard it.

Lu Chen washed his hands, changed into pajamas, and yelled again, saying, "Little uncle, go take a bath first."

"Lie down after washing."

The little hedgehog seemed to be glued to the carpet, unwilling to turn over, and said, "No."

She even tore off the big fried egg pillow on the sofa next to her and hugged it in her arms.

So in Lu Chen's eyes, there was one more thing contaminated by the foreign virus.

Lu Chen frowned at him and said, "How many places have you been with this suit?"

Ning Huang bad-heartedly counted for him, nightclubs, restaurants, hotels, taxis.

Oh yes, and the restrooms of these entertainment venues.

Ning Huang was a little childish, the more he looked at Lu Chen's darkened face after being provoked by him, the happier he became, and even raised his eyebrows.

In the end, the little prickly head snorted rather complacently: "Why, are you not allowed to go?"

Lu Chen couldn't bear it.

He lifted the carpet from left to right, wrapped him up, carried him on his shoulders, and carried him into the bathroom with the blanket.

Ning Huang was stunned for three seconds, then began to struggle in the air, shouting, "Lu Chen, let me down—"

Lu Chen slapped him across the carpet.

There was a muffled "pop".

Lu Chen said: "Don't move, be careful not to fall."

As a result, after saying this, Lu Chen paused for a while.

Ning Huang also paused.

Lu Chen also realized that he had taken the wrong place after shooting, and he could feel the soft and elastic feel through the blanket.

Quite warped.

It feels good to shoot.

An old hooligan unconsciously had obscene thoughts, and quickly calmed down as if nothing had happened.

Indeed, Ning Huang stopped struggling, and the numb sensation rushed all the way from the spine to the head.

After being put down, Dingding stared at him for a long time, stunned and said: "You——you fucking pervert——"

Ever since Little Thorn was ten years old, no one could hit him there.

He fought with his own father, and it is impossible to be beaten there.

Seeing that Lu Chen was calm, he bent his mouth and said, "Sorry, I didn't find the right place."

Ning Huang's cursing was choked in his throat, he couldn't go up and down, only his blood was surging upwards, and the roots of his ears burned badly.

Lu Chen's expression was always calm, calm as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "Take a bath, or I will really wash it for you."

Ning Huang was grinding his back molars, staring at Lu Chen as he turned his head and didn't know what to do.

Started to curse silently.

old bastard.old rascal.

Give him three points of color, and he will dare to open a dyeing workshop.

Talking about it all day long——

Lu Chen went to find clean pajamas, and when he found it, he turned his head abruptly.

Ning Huang cursed, gritted his teeth and froze, and was caught straight.

He put his head down and pretended nothing happened.

He heard Lu Chen say, "I put the pajamas on the towel rack for you."

Ning Huang lowered his head and let out an "oh".

Only Lu Chen's pair of ginger-colored padded slippers were in sight.

The slippers came a step closer.

Ning Huang took a step back.

Another step.

He took another step back.

Lu Chen lowered his head and picked up the fried eggs and blankets on the ground.

Ning Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

But suddenly another hand gently pressed his shoulder.

Lu Chen bowed his head and whispered in his ear as warm palms came through the fabric.

"It's not just talking about it."

"I did wash it for you."

The little hedgehog stared at him with wide eyes, but was facing those beautiful phoenix eyes. He was obviously smiling, but it looked like the eyes of a wild beast.

Quietly examining him, the other hand politely removed the rubber band on his head.

Lu Chen took a step back and left the bathroom.

Ning Huang stood where he was, his whole body was on fire.

wash?washed? !

How did you wash it?

What have they done? !

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Lu Chen rolled up the carpet and put it at the door, and stuffed the fried eggs into the carpet roll, planning to send it to dry cleaning tomorrow.

There was already the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and water vapor and mist also rose up. Through the gaps in the bathroom, there was the aroma of shampoo that he was familiar with, floating in the air faintly.

Lu Chen leaned against the bathroom door, bent one leg, and re-examined the house with a satisfied gesture.

He inspected the floor he wiped clean, washed the folded blankets by himself, reviewed the just-right warm lighting, and the glass of warm water that he was waiting for his little uncle to come out and hand him.

Everything is fine like this.

His empty, carefully woven soft cage had once been dimmed without its master.

Now it is shining again.

The snow outside the window has gradually stopped, and all the wandering beautiful things will eventually melt into the air freely and lonely.

Only his little uncle was different.

Lu Chen raised the corner of his mouth happily, knocked on the door, and called the person inside: "Little uncle."

In the sound of water in the bathroom, someone asked him angrily, "What are you doing?!"

He said, "Blow dry your hair before you come out."

"Understood!" Ning Huang replied loudly.

After a while, he knocked on the door again.

Call him: "Little Uncle."

Ning Huang was in the bathroom, and asked him fiercely, "What are you doing again?"

Lu Chen raised his head and said slowly: "I bought something that failed. It arrived yesterday and it's in the bathroom."

Ning Huang obviously didn't want to understand, what failed things would be in the bathroom.

Lu Chen took out a switch from his pocket and pressed it.

As a result, the lights in the bathroom suddenly turned into flashing colors.

Lu Chen knew that at this moment, there were colorful light spots spinning crazily on the ceiling.

Then flickering, red and blue.

If Ning Huang looked carefully, he might find that these dots of light flashed out beautiful rhythmic music points.

There was a moment of silence in the bathroom,

After a while, he heard Ning Huang's trembling voice holding back his laughter.

He said, "Lu Chen, did you buy a disco ball for the bathroom?"

Lu Chen smiled and said in an annoyed tone: "The promotional video is not like this, I thought the atmosphere would be very romantic."

Under the background of the filter, the promotional video is really romantic.

Bathtub, red wine, star-like lights, swirling lights.

He thought his little uncle would be happy to come with him again.

Who knew it would be like this.

Ning Huang burst into laughter in the bathroom.

Laughing intermittently, he said, "When you say romance, do you mean dancing and singing KTV in the shower?"

Lu Chen said: "You can try it, sing some famous disco songs in it, and sway with the lights."

"...Be careful, don't fall."

Ning Huang in the bathroom almost burst out laughing.

Through the door, Lu Chen raised the corner of his mouth just like that.

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After taking this bath for a long time, Ning Huang really sang a few old songs in it, until his bones were washed soft, and there were no traces of the outside on his body, and his whole body was washed like home. .

——The smell of Lu Chen.

You can't think about it.

Then he was fragrant and soft, and he was put into the pajamas that Boss Lu had chosen.

"Paji" fell on the bed.

Roll three rolls.

Roll into the middle of the bed.

He was very tired, and he was even more exhausted after taking a bath. A wave of nostalgia struck him like this. He just felt that everything here was warmer than outside, and everything was more to his liking than a hotel.

The bed at home is softer, the pillows at home are more realistic, and the colors in the house are just right to make him feel comfortable.

No wonder I was raised to be lazy in my thirties. Lu Chen just has a special ability to turn a good person into a family lover.

Lu Chen leaned over, wrapped a strand of his hair with his fingertips, and twisted it lightly.

He was a little lazy even to blow his hair, so he hummed and asked him what he was doing.

Lu Chen said, "Check to see if the hair is dry."

He said, "Done."

Lu Chen laughed, and said in a gentle voice like coaxing a child, "Well, very good."

Ning Huang didn't want to be treated like a child, and muttered in front of him: "Worry."

Lu Chen was not angry, so he just said "um", got up and looked for a quilt suitable for heating in winter.

Taking advantage of his back to him, Ning Huang provoked him in a low voice: "You have a thick skin."

"Ah."

"Still obscene."

"Ah."

Lu Chen suddenly turned his head.

Ning Huang closed his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chen ignored his provocation, but took out the prepared quilt core with a smile.

The quilt core has been exposed to the sun a few days ago, it is soft and fluffy, light and weightless, but it wraps people very warmly.

Lu Chen stuffed the two corners into the two corners of the quilt cover, pinched it, shook it lightly, and zipped it up.

Put the covered, clean and comfortable quilt on him.

Ning Huang poked out a furry head from under the quilt, looked at him listlessly for a long time, didn't provoke him, and didn't say anything.

In fact, I can't find any shortcomings anymore.

Except for those carping accusations, in Lu Chen's eyes, everything is fine.

Especially the 30-year-old in front of me, the best can't be better.

Counting decades of memories, even if he was in his twenties later, Lu Chen was the warmest feeling he had ever tasted.

After putting on a quilt, Lu Chen went to take out another quilt core.

Wrapped in the quilt, Ning Huang suddenly asked him in a low voice, "Did we all sleep separately like this before?"

Lu Chen paused with his fingertips, and said softly, "Sleep on a bed."

In fact, they used to sleep on the same quilt, and since Ning Huang had the problem of turning back, they only got this habit.

Ning Huang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Leave the quilt open a slit.

Whisper.

"Then you... go to sleep."

He wanted to cuddle him to sleep.

like a lover.