People who have worked as models are probably not too shy about changing clothes in front of the same sex.
It just so happens that Xi Ye of this small world has been there before.
Seeing that the host's fingertips had been put on the buttons, 1101 dramatized her upper body, and shouted like a big girl with yellow flowers: "What are you doing?!"
Xi Ye: "Massage?"
1101: "Don't humans have a privacy mode? I really want to mosaic him."
【Or can you change a prop for me? I'll let him go right away. 】With a scumbag tone, Xi Ye smoothly pulled the shirt to a suitable height.
1101: Goodbye, farewell.
Strong sleeping pills also cost money, okay? Someone doesn't earn points, and every world's subsidy has to be saved.
"Hiss." As soon as the system in the sea of consciousness stopped, the sore muscles were covered by a hot towel, and Xi Ye shivered from the excitement, and shrank unconsciously.
The boy behind him immediately reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Don't hide."
Most of the time, Xi Ye is always more like his predecessors, such as grabbing a room in the early days, putting on makeup and throwing away contracts, but there are also many times, the two of them seem to have switched identities, and the younger Gu Cong can make his character more stable.
Although Xi Ye didn't look back, he could picture the other party's serious expression in his mind.
"It may hurt a little to rub the tendons." After changing the hot towel several times in succession, Gu Cong poured a little essential oil into his palm, rubbed it, and tentatively covered the junction of the young man's shoulder and neck: "Is it here?"
Xi Ye hummed.
The skin that has not seen the sun all year round is exposed a little bit, and because of the heat, it bleeds and smears a faint red. Xi Ye has long since discovered that he only falls asleep when he meets Gu Cong when he is mentally exhausted. At other times, he can stay awake even if his skin is touching.
For example, now, after getting enough sleep in the car, Xi Ye frowned, and could clearly feel that the stiff muscles around his shoulders and neck were slowly rubbed away by Gu Cong, a little painful, and after the pain was over, he felt sore and comfortable.
He learned to dance when he was young. At first glance, although he looks lazy and out of shape, he looks pleasing to the eye when he walks, sits and lies down. His spine is straight and slightly sunken, but he has lost weight recently, and his shirt looks a bit empty.
This made Gu Cong suffer.
He could no longer stare at some annoying celadon basin during massage, his heart was beating wildly, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he could almost hear the sound of blood flowing.
If so, his hands are also very regular, and he didn't touch any place that shouldn't be touched. On the contrary, Xi Ye, who confessed that he likes men, was defenseless, and asked from time to time:
"here."
"Easy."
"pain."
When Xi Ye's stiff neck was no longer so uncomfortable, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Gu Cong's forehead. The young man's skin was too thin. Even though he had deliberately controlled his strength, there were still a few shallow marks on the back of the other's neck.
Trying to look back, he said, "Okay."
When the voice fell, Gu Cong realized how hoarse his voice was. He got up in a hurry, and he picked up the porcelain basin beside him: "I'll fetch water, and then apply a hot compress."
Xi Ye: In such a hurry, hurrying home?
[No, look at the watch, it's almost midnight, who told you that you slept in the nanny car for too long before,] Hesitantly, 1101 said, "I said Xi Ye, you don't really intend to let him stay here..."
"Wow."
The next second, there was a crisp cracking sound in the bathroom.
Xi Ye sat cross-legged on the sofa for too long, staggered a bit after putting on his shoes before standing still, and as soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw Gu Cong whose trousers, shoes and socks were all wet.
Next to it was a celadon basin that had been broken into several petals. Seeing him enter the door, a trace of panic visible to the naked eye flashed across the young man's face. He apologized hastily and bent down to pick it up: "I'm sorry."
What answered him was the young man's obviously raised voice: "Don't move."
"..." Gu Cong's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
He suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that he had been obsessed with ghosts just now.
However, before Gu Cong could think about it and say something to remedy it, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him up to stand by the sink.
"Don't you feel any pain? It's all red." With a splash of cold water, Xi Ye looked serious, "It's not like there is no broom at home, do you need to pick it up with your hands?"
Gu Cong was stunned: "But that is a gift from Senior Xue..."
"So what did he give you? Is it gold-rimmed? Do you have to offer it? If it breaks, it will break, and if it breaks, it will be safe." Xi Ye didn't feel how important an unused flower pot was. He was sure that Gu Cong's hand was only red, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "What about you? How old is it that you can be scalded by hot water?"
--He usually doesn't talk much, but now it's like beans in a bamboo tube, string after string.
Gu Cong's heart warmed up: "I'm distracted."
When he came back to his senses, the water had overflowed, and he instinctively let go.
In fact, the moment the porcelain basin fell from his hand, he had every chance to reluctantly grab it, but at that moment, Gu Cong hesitated.
He couldn't tell what he was thinking, maybe jealousy? Jealous of Xue Minglang getting closer to Xi Ye, jealous of this family with almost no traces of life, actually keeping "outsider" things.
"Forget it, change out the wet clothes first," Xi Ye said helplessly as he signaled Gu Cong to stand there obediently, "I'll check if there are any pants you can wear."
In the eight worlds so far, this is the second time that 1101 has seen its host so energetic.
The last time was when the other party picked up the board and went surfing.
The bathroom door was closed in vain, and Gu Cong saw himself in the mirror raising the corners of his mouth, but the next second he heard the crisp doorbell.
"Ding dong."
Xi Ye who was about to go to the bedroom was also stunned.
This point, could it be Zhou Ming? Or Gu Cong's company came to ask for someone?
"Unfortunately, neither," quickly invading the surveillance outside the door, and 1101 generously shared the view with the host, "Qing Qiang, Xue Minglang, are you surprised?"
Xi Ye finally remembered that besides Zhou Ming and the life assistant, his trumpet had personally brought Xue Minglang to register at the security office.
He didn't want to open the door, but the ear-piercing doorbell didn't let go, and even became more and more urgent. In order to avoid being complained by the neighbors upstairs and downstairs, bumping into Xue Minglang, and triggering a series of bloody dramas, Xi Ye stepped on his slippers and pushed the door open a small crack with a cold face: "What's the matter?"
The small slit was quickly opened by a big hand.
"You took Gu Cong home?" Xue Minglang's tone was as if he was being raped, and as soon as Xue Minglang finished speaking, he saw the pair of sneakers that were obviously two sizes too big at Xi Ye's feet.
Under the warm light, everything seems to need no answer.
The strength comparison must be inferior to the other party, the impatient black-haired young man simply let go, fell back, and leaned against the wall of the entrance: "Yeah, what's the matter?"
What's wrong?
Didn't you say at the beginning that only I can enter and exit this apartment at will?
The questioning words were stuck in his throat, Xue Minglang wanted to get angry but he had no position, he felt that he must be crazy, because of the Weibo post that "Xi Ye and Gu Cong left in the same car", he left the dinner party with Qingyue, left halfway, and hurriedly drove here to confirm.
"Oh, password."
When the trumpet was manipulated by the plot, Xi Ye said too many sweet words, Xi Ye thought about it carefully before remembering: "I did change it, after all, it was filmed on the show, so you have to be careful."
Before Xue Minglang's expression softened, he smiled again: "What I said before... When I got emotional, I just said it casually, you won't take it seriously, will you?"
No one answered.
The lights in the porch and corridor went out at the same time, Xue Minglang stood in the darkness, breathing slightly short of breath.
"I'm sorry for causing trouble to you and Mr. Su," as the young man opened his mouth again, and the lights came on, Xue Minglang finally noticed the other party's loose neckline and large ambiguous red marks on the side of his neck, "From now on, you go your way, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge, everyone..."
The marks were so glaring that the moment Xi Ye leaned over to close the door, Xue Minglang grabbed the other's hand: "Xi Ye, are you so inseparable from men?"
"What benefits can Gu Cong give you?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xue Minglang regretted it.
He thought that Xi Ye would break free and slap him hard, but Xi Ye didn't.
The other party just raised his eyes and looked at him quietly: "That's right, speculating on CP, making money, you can't compare to Mr. Xue."
"Accompanying wine, laughing, swallowing clouds, haven't you seen them all? After hiding from me for so long, are you finally willing to speak?" The corners of his lips curled slightly, and Xi Ye said: "Xue Minglang, I'm so nervous for you."
The grip on his left wrist loosened.
"Seeing the person I like struggling in the nightmare, I don't want to save him, but stay away from him because I think he's dirty." Looking at each other, the black-haired young man paused every word, "Xue Minglang, in fact, your liking is also very cheap."
"Or, in your eyes, Xi Ye is a degenerate person."
Suddenly being accused by the person he had a crush on, Xue Minglang retorted without thinking: "You are mistaken..."
"Really?" Taking out the phone, Xi Ye swipe his fingertips lightly, the eyes under the crow's eyelashes are black and white, fixed and straight, "Then you don't mind taking pictures with me and posting on Weibo?"
Subconsciously, Xue Minglang raised his hand to block the camera.
"look."
Shrugging his shoulders clearly, the black-haired young man turned his wrist, revealing the screen saver that was not unlocked at all: "You would be very willing to change it to the time when we just met again."
I can't wait to show off to the world that I have caught Bai Yueguang.
Boom.
Regardless of the protagonist Gong's flushed face, the door was slammed shut.
"Crazy." Unable to comprehend the hot and noble love described by the author of the original work, Xi Ye only knew that if he could live cleanly, no one would want to make his whole body fishy.
Since Xue Minglang doesn't like him, don't take the initiative to provoke him again, otherwise what is it if he is not guilty?
If it weren't for the other party's warm and gentle greetings, release of ambiguous signals and then abrupt withdrawal, no matter how powerful the world consciousness is, it would be impossible to turn his trumpet into a hysterical love brain illogically.
He obviously can live well alone.
For a few tens of seconds, or a few minutes, there was no sound in the corridor outside the cat's eye, and the surroundings were very quiet. Like every small world in the past, except for 1101, no one would empathize with a villain who was born with malice and think about why he went crazy.
No one will love him, coax him, and understand him like the protagonist's relatives and friends, and the protagonist's Gongshou.
Suddenly feeling that all the lights in the living room, bathroom and bedroom were a bit dazzling, Xi Ye lowered his head, leaned against the wall and slid down slowly, hiding himself in the darkness of the entrance.
boring.
When will the story of this world end.
Just when he was seriously trying to find out the story of his own death in the original novel, Xi Ye suddenly heard the sound of rustling footsteps.
He almost forgot that he still had Gu Cong at home, and just as he was about to pull himself together to see off the guests, all the lights that were on went out in an instant.
"Ah, the switch seems to be broken." In the moonlight, the innocent boy with his trousers rolled up, carefully crossed the clean floor, bent down, and pressed his cheek with a cool touch:
"Teacher Xi."
"drink wine?"