"You have always had a mature side," Duan Feifan said, "a single-sided fried egg."

Jiang Kuo first came out of consciousness for a while, and then smiled at the car window for a while.

It's been a long time since I came here. When Duan Feifan came here, no one would clean it up. If no one would clean it up, it would fall into ashes. Jiang Kuo, who is not diligent in four bodies and does not distinguish between grains, will not clean it up. He just plans to call homework after this time.

When he entered the house, Jiang Kuo sniffed: "Fortunately, there was no odor."

"It's not that bad, it's not as good as the odor," Duan Feifan scratched the shoe cabinet, "There's not too much dust, I'll put the bed in a while..."

"What other bed is needed!" Jiang Kuo shook the door with his back hand, rushed over and hugged him.

Duan Feifan has experienced many battles and knew that Jiang Kuo would probably have to pounce again when he entered the door, so he turned around and accurately held him. Before Jiang Kuo kidded him wildly, he accurately caught his kiss again.

Avoid a conflict between teeth and face.

Both of them tried very hard to kiss this kiss. Although they didn't knock it, the movement was bigger than the knock it.

Now there is not as much clothing as in winter, but although there is no movement to take off your coat, Jiang Kuo kicked off his shoes and forced himself to show his momentum. The shoes kicked off with one kick and hit the door.

Duan Fei almost thought it was the one downstairs who came to warn them not to disturb the people.

Jiang Kuo was not scared by such a big disturbance.

...It's probably because my attention is on my tongue.

While taking off their shoes and swaying their bags, they fought to the window like fighting. Finally, after the curtains were covered, they both breathed and let go.

"Fuck," Jiang Kuo held Duan Feifan's neck and didn't loosen, and hugged him hard, "It's time to change the curtains."

"...It's washing," Duan Feifan said, "It's washing if the curtains fall off, not throwing them away."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, panting and laughing. After a while, he said, "Who kissed me just now?"

"You." Duan Feifan said, "I am a restrained person."

"Impossible," Jiang Kuo lowered his head and rested his chin on his shoulder, "I am a gentle person."

"You have a little deviation in your understanding." Duan Feifan touched his waist.

"Take a bath?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You wash first," Duan Feifan pinched his waist, "I'll clean up the... bed first, change it..."

"What other bed do you want!" Jiang Kuo suddenly shouted.

Before Duan Feifan could say, "Although you don't need a bed when you act like a hooligan, you still have to use a bed when you sleep," Jiang Kuo grabbed his wrist and pulled it to the bathroom.

"No," Duan Feifan suddenly began to struggle, "No... Help..."

Jiang Kuo paused, looked at him, and asked in shock: "What's your movement?"

"What does this old man want to do!" Duan Feifan continued to twist his wrist and struggle.

"...Fuck," Jiang Kuo almost choked with a smile, "Uncle is going to do it now!"

"No..." Duan Feifan tried again. Jiang Kuo's grip strength was indeed great and he couldn't get rid of it.

"It's about!" Jiang Kuo stared at him and shouted, "Give up the meaningless struggle immediately!" "Okay." Duan Feifan immediately relaxed.

"Come on, you!" Jiang Kuo dragged him into the bathroom.

This single-piece bathroom with familiar rogue memories.

Jiang Kuo still adjusted the water temperature very high. The water was poured from the top of the two people's heads, and their clothes were soaked and stuck to their bodies. It was no longer winter. When the hot water was poured on them, Duan Feifan tsk: "It's hot for a while."

"It's so comfortable," Jiang Kuo pulled his clothes, "I like the feeling of warmth."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, and pulled the clothes to take off, but Jiang Kuo held his hand: "That's it."

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan stopped.

Jiang Kuo grabbed him hard through his clothes: "That's it."

The clothes tightly attached to the body have a hot sense of restraint. When the hands touch it, they cannot tell whether it is a hand or a clothes, and it has an ambiguous and oppressive feeling.

Water rushes through my ears, and occasionally makes rapid apnea when it flows across my face...

Another day of forced viewing.

Shower thought.

The bathroom has been vacant for a long time. When steaming water poured out again today, the shower knew that the battle between the two wasted water had begun again.

I don’t know if it was because they hadn’t had a fight for too long, so they fought very fiercely.

The bathroom glass was a silent guy, and they couldn't help but speak for the first time.

They will smash me.

No, the shower said, you have an explosion-proof glass with a King Kong explosion-proof film.

It was hot, and the fog of hot water was not as thick as in winter. The shower could see some fight scenes. It looked like the person with many scars on his body was at a disadvantage. The glass was hit by the person with a zipper on his body when he hit him. The traces of his fingers were left on the glass, one by one, very miserable.

However, the battle process today was very long. When the shower heard the sound of gasping, I finally lowered my breath and thought the battle was about to end, the Scarman walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the zipper's hand back.

"Come out." said Scar Man.

"Hmm?" the zipper responded.

"It's not moving inside." The Scar man pulled the zipper man out of the bathroom and pulled it to the sink.

After another tearing, the zippered man was pressed in front of the mirror in the sink and slapped him on the mirror's face.

Oops! The mirror shouted.

What's wrong? Huashao asked anxiously.

He slapped me in the mirror and said.

It's okay, they just now slapped the glass and showered to comfort the mirror.

This is the first time that Mirror saw such a scene and was shocked.

The zipper on that person's body was obviously fake, but the person behind him kept trying to pull him away. He scratched his hand on the zipper many times, but he still failed.

Later, the mirror couldn't see clearly, and the hand that patted it on its face kept pushing it. The mirror was not installed very strongly, and it would shake it when pushed, and its vision became blurred.

Rather than watching the fight, the mirror began to worry that they would be pushed off the wall.

When the battle finally ended, the mirror breathed a sigh of relief.

Finished? Asked by shower.

After finishing the work, the mirror said.

The ground was full of water. When Jiang Kuo took a shower again, he slid out half a meter when he hit the ground.

"Fuck me," he was startled, "I'm scared."

"I am worthy of being a skiing expert," Duan Feifan stretched out his feet from the bathroom and picked up the slippers next to him, "I can stand and not fall down."

"I'm going to fall, it will hit my head, right?" Jiang Kuo put on his shoes and touched the back of his head with some concern.

"So," Duan Feifan stepped out of the bathroom and put on slippers. "Two things are: one is to wear shoes out of the bathroom, and the other is that we still need a bed."

Jiang Kuo put on his bathrobe and walked out while having fun.

After work, Duan Feifan still had to clean up the bed alone. Jiang Kuo couldn't bear it and went over to help.

"Don't," Duan Feifan stopped him, "Stand there and watch. I'll change the whole set in ten minutes. You come over and stretch out your hand. It won't be finished in less than half an hour."

"I look down on people, right?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"I'll look down on you now, hurry up and clean up and go to bed," Duan Feifan touched his face sincerely, "I will definitely look down on you tomorrow, you can change it again tomorrow."

Jiang Kuo smiled and stepped aside, leaned against the cabinet door and looked at him.

Duan Feifan was indeed very neat. He took off the dusty thing on the bed and wrapped it in a bed sheet, put it aside, then took the vacuum cleaner and sucked it, then put the sheets on, put the pillowcase on...

For more than ten minutes, Jiang Kuo pinched him time, almost fifteen minutes, but seeing Duan Feifan doing his shirtless work was very enjoyable, he even felt that it was only five minutes.

"Please." Duan Feifan pointed to the bed.

"I'll help you blow your hair." Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay." Duan Feifan went to the bathroom and brought the hair dryer.

"Sit down." Jiang Kuo pointed at him with a hair dryer.

"I feel that the next sentence is to raise my hands." Duan Feifan sat down.

Jiang Kuo stood in front of him, took the back of his head and carried it forward, let him lean against him, then opened the hair dryer, plucked it around his head and started blowing.

"Is it comfortable?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifan closed his eyes and responded, stretched out his hand to put his waist.

"I don't know what it will blow," said Jiang Kuo, "I don't care."

"It's okay, just blow it dry," Duan Feifan said, "I'll just sleep like a dog."

"I found that you looked down on me very much." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan laughed and closed his eyes: "Yeah, but I just like you like this."
To be continued...