Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

The bathroom was already full of wet mist, and there were water beads on the frosted glass.

The hot water drenched Zhao Jindong again, flowing down his shoulders, Song Chen leaned against the wall, the wall was cold, but Zhao Jindong's body in front was very hot, like ice and fire.

After seeing Zhao Jindong's drunken puppy side, Song Chen felt that he loved Zhao Jindong even more.

It's also very strange, obviously when he wrote "Divorce" before, his ideal type was the domineering president, the cold and mature Zhao Jindong, it seemed that the more manly and tough the guy, the more he liked it.

But compared to Zhao Jindong like that, who seemed to get tired of him when he was drunk, he felt more excited, and his heart was bubbling with liking.

"I want you."

Zhao Jindong said against his forehead.

Hot water was poured on their heads and flowed down their chins. Song Chen's mouth was open, and the hot water flowed from the corner of his mouth, making him a little out of breath.

oh my god.Say this to him.

Song Chen felt so ashamed, but what could he do.He really has no resistance to this sentence, he thinks it is too A.

He just pursed his lips and didn't speak. When he didn't speak, Zhao Jindong hugged him by the waist.

"I just washed it," he said.

"What to wash, it's not dirty, just rinse it off. How about I wash it for you?"

Forget it, it's so inconvenient in the bathroom.

When he got outside, Zhao Jindong grabbed the bath towel and wiped him from head to toe. He wiped his feet very carefully. When he was wiping himself, Song Chen reached out for the hair dryer and started to dry his hair. .

Zhao Jindong probably couldn't wait any longer, thought he was playing slowly, so he took the hair dryer from his hand, turned on the maximum setting, and helped him blow.The hot wind was too strong, and the blown hair flew wildly. Song Chen's face was red, and his eyes were also red, which were covered by the hair.

Song Chen looked at the figures of the two of them in the mirror, one was white and thin, the other was tall and strong, they obviously didn't touch each other, but they looked special.He was a little embarrassed, so he covered his body with a towel and looked at Zhao Jindong in the mirror.

Zhao Jindong helped him blow dry, and was about to turn off the hair dryer. Song Chen turned around and said, "What about you?"

Zhao Jindong just blew on himself a few times, and then eagerly pulled out the hair dryer. Song Chen pushed his hand away and brought the hair dryer over: "You will feel uncomfortable if you don't dry it, and the bed will get wet too." almost."

Zhao Jindong bent down to let him play. Song Chen's heart was beating like a drum, and he took the hair dryer and blew into Zhao Jindong's ear, and deliberately said, "What's the matter, why are your ears so red?"

Zhao Jindong laughed, and suddenly stretched out his hand to unplug the hair dryer, threw it on the shelf, and picked up Song Chen by the waist.

Song Chen said "ah", and when his head fell down, the blood also rushed to his brain. After a moment of dizziness, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't bought lubricating oil or anything.

He can't eat without these things!

Facts have proved that he really can't eat it.The two rolled around in the quilt, both sweating from exhaustion, and finally Zhao Jindong lost his energy and fell on top of him panting.

"Ai Lang, I have no skills." Zhao Jindong said to him.

Song Chen thought, is it my fault?

"I'm afraid of pain on the bottom, but I can't eat on the top." Zhao Jindong said.

Song Chen didn't speak.

He has tried his best.

Zhao Jindong put his arms around him, kissed his sweaty hair, looked down at Song Chen after a while, and asked with a smile, "Are you angry?"

Song Chen said, "No."

"I don't really blame you for being incompetent." Zhao Jindong lifted the quilt a little, let out the heat, and said, "But I have to tell you, it's not okay for you to be so delicate, even if there is oil, you still have pain."

Song Chen was actually a little depressed, and almost sat down cruelly, but he was still not cruel enough to himself.

Zhao Jindong also hurt him, and Zhao Jindong didn't dare to move when he cried out.

Zhao Jindong kissed him again and said, "Let's try buying oil next time."

Song Chen was too embarrassed to blame Zhao Jindong for being too big.

Big, why big, it's not set by him, the author!

He suddenly became curious and got up all at once.

Zhao Jindong hurriedly pulled him: "Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Song Chen got up, straddled him to get a thin blanket, and got down wrapped in the blanket. Zhao Jindong sat up and asked, "Tell me what you want, and I'll help you."

"Lie down and don't move."

Song Chen turned on the light as he spoke, and began to search all over the room. After a while, he probably couldn't find it, so he went out wrapped in a blanket, and ran back just after he went out, looking at Zhao Jindong with a smile.

Zhao Jindong sat up and said, "What exactly are you looking for?"

"You'll find out later." Song Chen said and went to the bathroom, changed into a bathrobe and went out.

Mrs. Chen has recovered from a cold. Just after she came back, Mrs. Zhao was chatting with her in the living room while having a facial.

"It's still best for you to press." Mrs. Zhao said.

Mrs. Chen sat behind Mrs. Zhao, and while helping her massage, she turned around and asked with a smile, "Why did Xiao Chen come down? What do you want to eat?"

Mrs. Zhao also looked over upon hearing this, and saw Song Chen standing on the stairs wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Do you have a ruler at home?"

"ruler?"

Song Chen nodded, his expression as natural as possible, and said, "I'm measuring something."

"It seems to be there," said Mrs. Chen and called out Wang Ma. Wang Ma said, "A ruler? I'll look for it."

After Wang Ma said that, she went to help him find a ruler. Mrs. Zhao said while lying there and asked Mrs. Chen to massage her, "What do you want to measure?"

"Just..." Song Chen thought for a while and said, "Measure me a baby and see how long it is."

Mrs. Zhao just asked casually. She glanced at Song Chen and asked, "Is it cold? Are you dressed like this?"

"not cold."

Song Chen tapped the sofa with his fingers, and couldn't wait, so he went to the back to help Wang Ma find it together.

In the end, I only found an old soft ruler. Wang Ma asked, "How long is the thing you want to measure? Is it enough for two meters?"

"Enough is enough." Song Chen said shyly.

He grabbed the ruler and ran upstairs. He ran so fast that Wang Ma shouted behind him, "Slow down, stop knocking."

"Oh!"

They were all very happy that Song Chen was so lively.Mrs. Zhao lay on Mrs. Chen's lap and said, "Did you see it?"

"what?"

"There's another big piece of strawberry on Xiaochen's neck. It wasn't there when I had dinner."

"Really?" Mrs. Chen said, "I really didn't pay attention."

Mrs. Zhao laughed and said, "How nice."

There is a loving person in the family, and she is also happy to see it.

Song Chen excitedly ran back to the third floor and arrived at the bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhao Jindong coming out of the cloakroom with his clothes on.

"Why did you put on your clothes and want to go out?"

Zhao Jindong said, "You've been out for so long, what exactly are you looking for? Did you find it?"

Song Chen immediately pulled him onto the bed, reaching out to take off his pants.

Zhao Jindong: "...Didn't you say that you're sick to your stomach..."

As a result, Song Chen ignored him and went directly to bed.

Zhao Jindong asked with some doubts: "What are you doing?"

Song Chen said in a muffled voice under the quilt, "I'll measure how old you are."

Zhao Jindong: "..."

Song Chen suddenly lifted the quilt, and said with a red face, "Why don't you give me the number first."

Zhao Jindong said: "...I don't know..."

Song Chen got under the bed again when he heard the words.

Song Chen got out of bed after a while, holding a soft ruler with a blushing face.