Chapter 25:

Day0922:16
The steam in the bathroom on the second floor was steaming, and the white mist curled up.
The surface of the frosted glass door was covered with water marks, and countless drops of water splashed on the door like rain, one after another slid down. Behind the door is a naked male body, tall, strong, strong and sexy.
He rinsed his body quickly, without procrastination.
The phone on the windowsill suddenly turned on the screen, and then it vibrated. The ringtone has not been changed, it is the default incoming call tone of the system. The shower door was pushed halfway open immediately, a slender and powerful arm stretched out from the hazy water vapor, and the phone was taken in.
He Zhiyuan answered the phone and put it to his ear: "Song Ran?"
The shower overhead poured a fine water column, and a lock of wet hair ran across the glass screen.
Songran heard the patter of water on the other end, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"In the shower, after washing and going to work."
He Zhiyuan raised his head and let the hot water drip down his face. The free hand rubbed his hair vigorously, and his expression was cozy. The corner of his lips also made a teasing smile: "My phone is not waterproof. I can only last for ten seconds. What do you want? Said... as soon as possible."
The implication, give me a reply within ten seconds.
Songran was nervous at first, didn't think about how to speak, and was urged by the limited time, unsurprisingly, he stuttered again. He "I, I, and I" for a long time, and couldn't hold back a sentence of "I am willing." The more he got stuck, the more annoyed he became. Finally, he bumped his head against the bed and shouted, "I'm sorry!"
He Zhiyuan's fingers stiffened and he pulled off several hairs.
What do you mean, he was issued a card?
"No, no, no, no, not sorry!"
Songran covered her mouth, closed her eyes, took a deep breath ten times, and finally shouted out loudly against her heart rate of over 120, "I am willing to be with you and help you raise cloth!"
He Zhiyuan breathed out a sigh of relief, turned off the shower, and whispered: "I am very happy to hear the good news early in the morning."
He stepped out of the shower, stepped barefoot on the champagne-colored carpet, reached for the towel, and began to wipe his hair.
Songran heard the silence over there, and his heart beat: "You...have you finished washing?"
"Well, it's finished."
After washing, it means... Mr. He is completely naked now.
Songran knelt down on the bed, her fingers gripping the bedding tightly, her ears faintly pink. He couldn't help but imagine some seductive restricted images, such as a wet chest, swallowing Adam's apple, and violently contracted abdominal muscles, but he didn't know that reality was even more nosebleed than he imagined.
To what extent does He Zhiyuan's figure stand out?
When he was studying at a pool party, he was afraid of the heat. He lay on a sun lounger in the corner for a while, drank a half glass of low alcohol fruit wine, and did nothing else, so he caught a pool of bikini mermaid.
Even now, the habit of year-round exercise keeps his figure at its peak-the chest muscles are tight and elastic, and can freely control the beating; the back muscles are broad, like a pair of armor covering the butterfly bones; the waistline is retracted inward The beam is narrow and strong, showing a beautiful inverted triangle shape; the shape of the abdominal muscles is distinct, and each piece has a vivid vitality, and it shrinks and shrinks regularly with the rhythm of breathing, naturally undulating.
Such a figure is no less than a male model covered with essential oils in a magazine.
Songran is a little virgin, who can't stand the teasing, only to think of the male color on the corners and corners, and it gets confused. He Zhiyuan heard that the rhythm of his breathing had changed, lowered his head and smiled, and decided to end the topic before the ambiguous atmosphere became thicker.
He has a sense of measure.
He couldn't eat it after being picked up in the air, so it was uncomfortable, and he wouldn't feel it. You should keep a good taste and enjoy it later when you meet in the future.
He grabbed the bath towel and wiped it down, and when he wiped it to his back, he came up with a new topic: "Since the relationship is confirmed, do you want to consider changing to a more intimate name?"
Hearing this, Songran stayed for a while.
Apart from Mr. He, how else can he call each other? This seems a bit difficult.
"Um, a more intimate address, right?" Songran lost his morals and started a brainstorming process. After a while, he got two alternatives and tentatively presented them to the decision-making party. "You prefer me to call you, uh , Zhiyuan... or old, husband?"
He Zhiyuan almost fell in the bathroom.
He was referring to "Zhiyuan" of course, but he never expected that Songran could directly pop out a "husband" with one mouth. Hearing those two words, a rush of blood rushed to his lower abdomen, and a certain part covered by the bath towel immediately changed from semi-hard to full-hard, and jumped vigorously.
The virgin is so flirting, God can't bear it.
Songran has too little experience in this area, and I don’t even know it. I am still waiting there timidly for a reply, thinking that if He Zhiyuan unfortunately chooses "husband", he may only be called "hi" in the future. That's not as good as "Mr. He".
He Zhiyuan hastily wiped two towels, dropped the bath towels, and said helplessly: "No need to change it, I think'Mr. He' sounds pretty good, you...you call it that first."
His voice was too hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for three days.
He returned to the bedroom, put the phone on the bed in hands-free mode, opened the cloakroom, and found a pair of clean bullet underwear.
In this state, it is not easy to wear underwear.
The excited has been fully erected, and it is close to 180 degrees high. The cylinder is slightly curved inward, shaped like a goose neck, and the top is stuck to the abdomen. It is hard and swollen and painful. He Zhiyuan bent over and put on his underwear. A small half of his came out of the waistband. The edge of the cloth just held the red flesh head, sometimes rubbing the coronal groove, which was very uncomfortable.
He adjusted the position with his hands and tried to sway it a little bit, but he still couldn't put it in, so he had to change a pair of mid-waist underwear to barely accommodate the energetic organ.
For five years without a window, he considered himself half a beast. If Songran can't recognize the situation anymore, if he is okay, he will say two innocent and lovely words to tease him, maybe he will be so that he can't cry that night.
Songran felt a chill through the phone, shivering inexplicably, and quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped her body tightly.
He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. It was quite hot, and the fever did not go down. Why did it suddenly become cold?
At the end of the phone, He Zhiyuan only wore a pair of underwear and blew his hair, revealing a strong body. At the other end of the phone, Songran knelt on the bed, her pajamas and pajamas did not fall off, and she wrapped her three layers inside and outside into a large dumpling.
"Mr. He, I, I have an immature little question."
Songran raised his hand nervously, moving his two feet under the blanket, and the five white left toes hooked the right toes.
He Zhiyuan straightened up and turned off the hair dryer: "You said."
Songran asked, "Do you really like me? I'm an ordinary person, and I don't have any advantages. If you go to the street and stick a pole, you can stick a string like me. I have never been in love before. This is the first Once, my heart is very uncomfortable. If you are not happy with me in a few months, you want to change to a better one, and break up... I will not be able to bear it."
"I really like you, and it's impossible to change people in a few months."
He Zhiyuan did not hesitate, and gave him the most direct affirmative reply: "Before you appeared, I was single for five years. You are the first person to make me think of a family. If I treat you as a child's play, blasphemous It’s my own feelings."
He stood in front of the closet, slid his fingers across a row of flat ironed shirts, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not looking for a bed partner or a lover. Songran, I put you in at the same time. Of the two roles, one will accompany Bobo to grow up in the future and sleep in my arms one night. This is the closest and most trusted person to me in the second half of my life. I will not mess around. Maybe I don’t think long enough. , Made a decision at a thought, which made you feel uneasy, but I promise that my promise is valid for life."
Songran heard He Zhiyuan's words, and she felt a little bit crying for some reason.
He steamed the stuffed rice dumplings for a while, and whispered: "Mr. He, I haven't read any serious books, I only have a junior high school degree."
He Zhiyuan smiled: "I don't care."
"Furthermore, I am unstable in receiving the manuscript, and the money I make cannot even support myself."
He Zhiyuan encouraged him: "You are still young, and you will grow up in the future."
"Then...I'm still sick, I like to count when I'm fine, and I can't stop counting..."
He Zhiyuan was a little annoyed: "Illness can be cured, even if it can't be cured, I don't mind."
Songran couldn't tell but she hurriedly said, "I, I was rude, and I scolded you for a stupid last time!"
"you!"
He Zhiyuan closed his eyes suddenly, gritted his teeth, the blue veins on his forehead violently, and he raised his hand and pulled off a silver-gray shirt. The empty hanger shook violently on the crossbar, almost flying out.
"Do you really think I can't cure you?" He turned around and smashed his shirt on the bed, propped the bed with one hand, grabbed the phone and yelled over there, "Songran, I'm thirty-one years old this year. When you keep talking about the age when you like or don’t like it, you have to force me to be naive, okay, let me tell you: junior high school education, can’t support myself, sick, call me stupid...I don’t care at all. , I just want you, do you understand?!"
Songran dumbly grabbed the little blanket on his chest, blinked slowly, and then his face turned red suddenly, his heart pounding, and it turned into a boiling kettle.
"Listen...understood."
He Zhiyuan asked angrily: "Will you talk nonsense in the future?"
Songran shook his head frantically: "No, don't say it!"
The air finally calmed down, and the smell of gunpowder on the verge of an explosion disappeared. Songran was holding the phone, as if wearing a robe, built on the bed like a statue, and did not dare to move an inch of her nest for a long time. The lingering sound lingers around the beam, a sentence lingers thousands of times, it is He Zhiyuan's angry voice-I just want you!
Songran gently patted the position of his chest, tears almost falling, just want to give He Zhiyuan a yellow card.
This is too foul.
Before Mr. He scolded him, he had to be depressed for at least a whole day. Now Mr. He scolds him, he almost faints with joy-is this the feeling of being in love?
He leaned back on the bed, bit the corner of the quilt and rolled several times in a row, arched and moved to the side of the bed, reached out and turned off the ceiling light-he wanted to hide in the dark, listening to He Zhiyuan using magnetic The voice interceded with him.
Just talk to him.
This excellent man, his voice, his love, all belong to him. Looking around, there is no better man than Mr. He can be found in the world.
Songran was so excited that she rolled the beige blanket two more times.
But suddenly, his movements froze.
Can't find it?
He lay there motionless, looking at the dark ceiling. It was like a curtain, slowly opened to the sides, and on the soft-lighted screen, it reflected the deep and heroic face in the sun and in the car window that made him think about it.