Song Yaoyao was startled, and quickly pushed him, "Brother, don't sleep yet, you need to take a bath!"
"Um… "
While nodding, he sat still.
Song Yaoyao: "..."
Well, it looks like he was really drunk.
Even more than last time.
She went into the bathroom to put the hot water in, then patiently took Huo Yunque's hand and sent him in personally.
"Take a shower~"
Song Yaoyao was worried, and reminded her again.
The man leaned against the sink and nodded.
Song Yaoyao was relieved, she went out to tidy up her things, and turned her head to see that Huo Yunque hadn't come out yet. She bit her finger and struggled for a while, then blushed and moved in with small steps.
Pulling the door open a little, "Brother, okay-uh-"
Song Yaoyao blinked in confusion, seeing that the man was still in the same way she had left just now. Leaning against the sink, holding a change of clothes in his hands.
The bathroom was filled with water vapor, slightly soaking the ends of the man's hair.
The hem of his white shirt was hanging lazily, his feet were bare, and one leg was slightly bent. The side face is delicate and straight, like a sculpture.
If not, he's still breathing—
Song Yaoyao was about to be scared to death, she patted her face speechlessly.
Kicking off the slippers, he walked over barefoot and tugged at the man's sleeve.
"Brother, take a shower! What are you doing? Ah—"
As soon as he approached, the man who was still in a daze just now stretched out his long arms and pulled Song Yaoyao into his arms.
As if holding a large doll, with his chin resting on her shoulder, he murmured, "Headache."
Song Yaoyao couldn't be soft-hearted, she nodded quickly, while softly comforting, "I know, I know, after you wash up, can I give you a massage?"
"Well… "
"Then you let go of me first?"
"Um… "
"Then you should let go!" Song Yaoyao tried to communicate with the man.
Huo Yunque's eyelashes fluttered, as if he was thinking. After a few seconds, his thin lips parted, "No..."
Song Yaoyao: "..."
at last…
The water in the tossing bathtub became warm.
Song Yaoyao could only stay in the man's arms, standing on tiptoe with difficulty to unbutton his shirt.
But at this moment, Huo Yunque seemed to become obedient again.
Let do what you do.
for example-
"look up."
"Open your hands."
"Oh, let me go first, belt belt..."
Song Yaoyao swears that when you are sweated by a drunk, there will never be any ambiguous or charming thoughts in your mind.
because!
It all turned into sweat!
It took nearly half an hour to coax the man.
Fortunately, Huo Yunque, who was drunk, was neither loud nor noisy, and even made fouls. Song Yaoyao took a breath before pushing the man into the bathtub. Just as she was about to straighten up and rest for a while, her eyes flickered—
'Plop! '
Water splashed everywhere, and Song Yaoyao fell headlong into the man's arms, lying on the man like an octopus.
"Cough... bah bah bah!"
She took a sip of water and stared in embarrassment, "Brother! What are you doing!"
"Wash together."
Song Yaoyao sat up with difficulty, holding the man's face in both hands and staring at it steadily. He still looks serious, with half-closed eyelashes, speaking seriously.
There was no ambiguity in the tone.
Obviously really drunk—
But drunk, don't forget to play hooligans! What the hell kind of talent is this
"You wash first! Don't make trouble!"
Song Yaoyao pinched his earlobe, and crawled out of the bathtub wet all over.