Liu Zhiheng only felt that he was still very ashamed, and it was Duan Wu Jiu who really had no shame!
Liu Zhiheng muttered: "You're not particular...you don't mind being dirty either?"
"A Heng is not dirty, and A Heng's smell is very good. Now take a dip and put the smell into the water, and it will smell even better." Duan Wu Jiu used his silk-like voice to pray: " I want to smell like Ah Heng, can’t I?”
Why did Duan Wu Jiu come up with such flirtatious words, but his tone was so sincere, without a hint of teasing or teasing, as if he was begging sincerely.
Liu Zhiheng couldn't listen anymore, so he stood up, quickly wiped himself clean, quickly put on his clothes and walked out.
…
Liu Zhiheng walked out of the screen, blew on his head and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and go to the bar, the water... the water is still very clean... and quite hot..."
Liu Zhiheng ignored Duan Wujiu and sat down in front of the dressing table to wipe his hair.
Duan Wu Jiu also stood up, looked at Liu Zhiheng's back and smiled, then walked behind the screen.
Liu Zhiheng listened with his ears pricked up, hearing the sound of Duan Wujiu taking off his clothes, and the sound of water splashing when he stepped into the bathtub...
Liu Zhiheng's face turned red. It was obvious that her eyes were staring at herself in the mirror, but for some reason, Liu Zhiheng felt that what she was seeing in front of her was Duan Wujiu naked and taking a shower.
The brain began to produce non-ferrous waste unconsciously again, and Liu Zhiheng pinched his thigh hard to stop himself from thinking.
"Ah Heng's smell is just good." Duan Wu Jiu said quietly.
The defense line that Liu Zhiheng had just established in his mind collapsed again...
She really met a male temptress!
Liu Zhiheng opened the window, took a deep breath of cool air, then closed the window again, sat back in front of the dressing table, and began to wipe his hair.
In order to prevent himself from thinking wildly, Liu Zhiheng began to wipe his hair while thinking about philosophical questions in his mind:
If God is omnipotent, can He create a rock that He himself cannot lift?
When a person says he is lying, is his statement the truth or a lie?
Confucius said that he knew nothing. Does it count as knowing that he knew that he knew nothing?
Well, as he thought about it, Liu Zhiheng felt that his brain was refreshed again, and all the waste materials had been driven away.
…
Duan Wujiu could smell, and he could smell whether the people outside were drinking cold water or hot water. It was still boiling just now, but now it's cold again.
Duan Wujiu got up from the water, dried himself, put on his clothes and walked out of the screen. He saw Liu Zhiheng sitting in front of the dressing table, wiping his hair while dazed.
She didn't know what she was thinking about. She twisted her eyebrows and looked like she was thinking very hard. She had an oval face and looked extremely cute.
Duan Wujiu walked over and took the sweat towel from her hand, and helped Liu Zhiheng wipe his hair.
Liu Zhiheng came back to his senses from the question of whether Confucius was ignorant and looked at Duan Wujiu. He had just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and his white coat was loosely tied. When he bent down to wipe Liu Zhiheng's hair, Liu Zhiheng could see his chest and abdominal muscles with a glance.
Okay, all the philosophical questions I just thought about were in vain.
In order to prevent himself from looking around again, Liu Zhiheng quickly pulled Duan Wujiu to sit down.
"Your hair is wet too. Don't worry about me. Just wipe it yourself."
Duan Wu Jiu looked at Liu Zhiheng with his eyes that were so clear that there was no hint of charm in them, and asked with a smile: "Ah Heng, can you help me?"
Liu Zhiheng wanted to refuse, but when Duan Wujiu looked at him expectantly like a puppy, he couldn't say no. He picked up a sweat towel and wiped Duan Wujiu's hair.
…
Duan Wujiu and Liu Zhiheng were both God's favorites in appearance, and their hair was as smooth as satin. The two of them wiped each other's hair, and the hair inevitably got entangled, but because it was too smooth, it separated again with a slight tug.
"It seems that when Ah Heng and I get married, if we want to tie our hair, we won't be able to tie it with an ordinary knot. We will have to tie our hair together."
Duan Wu Jiu's slender hands were holding their hair, his eyes were full of nostalgia, as if he was imagining the scene of them getting married, and there was a faint smile on his face.
Somehow, when Liu Zhiheng looked at Duan Wu Jiu, who was so gentle and attached to him, he felt like he was a scumbag.
Because she had never thought about getting married to Duan Wujiu, she just wanted to take care of him for a few months in exchange for some money.
Even if she was interested in Duan Wujiu again, she never thought about having anything to do with him in the future.
He will regain his memory in a few months and forget about her completely. He will also be the biggest villain in the book, killing people and stirring up troubles.
Whether it's for herself or for the safety of her whole family, she should have less contact with such people.
But there was another voice in her heart telling her that Xuelang was innocent at this moment.
Xue Lang relied on her wholeheartedly, but she had ulterior motives. It was her fault.
"Can Ah Heng know how to inject?"
Liu Zhiheng shook his head awkwardly, "I don't even know how to be a female celebrity...and I don't really want to learn..."
"It doesn't matter, I can learn it." Duan Wujiu spoke softly and his voice was as warm as jade, "From now on, I will do everything A Heng doesn't know and doesn't want to do."
Liu Zhiheng felt that his iron bones finally softened. A heart also needs to be melted.
She thought, it would only be a few months anyway.
Thinking of her, Liu Zhiheng, how perseverant she was and how she would not worry about gains and losses. If he wants to forget, forget it. Even if he loses it one day, even if he is destined to grieve alone, she is not afraid, she just packs up and continues to live.
So, be nice to him now.
No matter how sincere you are, not every relationship requires a certain outcome.
"Okay, from now on, if I don't know how to do it, I'll let Xue Lang do it for me."
The corners of Duan Wu Jiu's eyes curved, his brows became a little more gentle and caring, and he nodded obediently.
"Then let me reward you, okay?"
Liu Zhiheng leaned forward and kissed Duan Wu Jiu on the mouth without any warning.
Just like that, Duan Wujiu felt his lips soften suddenly. He slightly opened his phoenix eyes in surprise, and the tear mole in the corner of his eyes seemed to come to life.
Ah Heng kissed him. Although it was a touch, he was very sure that Ah Heng kissed him just now.
Liu Zhiheng looked at Duan Wujiu with a smile, as if he had succeeded, showing a hint of cute cunning.
Duan Wujiu's eyes fell on her lips, two rouge-like red lips, soft and moist.
He rolled his Adam's apple subconsciously and swallowed.
"When I first met Xue Lang, I felt that Xue Lang's mouth should be very kissable. It really lived up to my expectations. It's so soft."
After Liu Zhiheng finished flirting, he wanted to run away and stood up to leave.
The tips of Duan Wujiu's ears were dyed red. When he saw Liu Zhiheng getting up, he pulled him back.
Liu Zhiheng spun around, then turned to Duan Wujiu and sat on his lap.
Duan Wujiu hugged the person in his arms, his tall body completely covering Liu Zhiheng, leaving no gap. Then he stretched out his slender hand, pinched the small chin, lowered his head and kissed the bright red soft lips... …
At first, he only tasted it briefly and touched it cautiously.
But even if he lost his memory, Duan Wujiu couldn't change his domineering nature in his heart. Soon, his limited taste turned into insatiable.
The only sounds in the room can be heard are the indistinguishable breathing of each other...
After a long time, he felt the person in his arms begin to tremble slightly. Duan Wujiu thought it was because he was too Meng Lang, making people scared, so he quickly sat up straight.
"I'm sorry, it's me..." Meng Lang...
Before Meng Lang could say the word, Duan Wu Jiu saw the look on the face of the man in his arms.
Ah Heng looked at him with loving eyes and a flushed face, his breathing was rapid and hot, his red lips were slightly opened, and there was a wisp of moist silver at the corner of his mouth, as if he was already emotional and could not control himself.
Duan Wujiu was slightly surprised, but more than anything, he was happy. Ah Heng actually...
Are you so emotional?
"Xuelang..." Liu Zhiheng subconsciously called his name.
A Heng's reaction also seemed to ignite Duan Wujiu, and he felt like something exploded in his head.
Duan Wujiu's eyes dimmed, suppressing his turbulent emotions, he picked up Liu Zhiheng and went to the big warm bed...
