Zheng Yuan probably didn't expect Yan Shuwang to suddenly ask this question, and he was stunned for a few seconds before asking inexplicably, "What's wrong?"
Yan Shuwang just looked at him before saying, "I think it should be easy for you to make a girlfriend."
Zheng Yu'an laughed and said, "What's the matter with easy? Girls are not casual, they have to be loved and cherished. It's not as simple as going to bed."
Yan Shuwang didn't speak, Zheng Yu'an obviously didn't have much interest in this topic. Falling in love and getting married seems to be a set of processes that go with the flow, but that may only be seen by outsiders. Zheng Yu'an is not rich in love history, but he is also very experienced. , He knows the disadvantage of women in the relationship between the sexes, so that he will not easily start an unprepared relationship with anyone, which is irresponsible.
The children in the pool were too lively. Zheng Yuan came up after two or three swims. Yan Shuwang was more like taking a bath than swimming. The two entered the shower area one after the other, separated from each other. Shower with frosted glass.
Zheng Yu'an bent down and took off his swimming trunks, and the hot water was poured on his back along the top of his head. The frosted paper on the glass was not fully attached, revealing a small part of the bottom. Yan Shuwang was next to him, and Zheng Yu'an could see him as soon as he turned his head. Slender legs.
The foam gathered at the leak, and Yan Shuwang's voice floated along the rising mist.
"Is there any shampoo?" he asked.
Zheng Yu'an turned his face up, closed his eyes, and let the water splash on his forehead: "The quality here is not good, you didn't bring it yourself?"
Yan Shuwang turned off the water over there, and his voice became much clearer: "You can't care too much outside."
Zheng Yuan smiled sullenly. He groped for a bottle of shampoo, stretched his arms, and passed it from the top of the glass partition.
Yan Shuwang said thank you.
After a while, the sound of water over there rang again.
Zheng Yu'an felt that he was almost finished, so he took a dry towel around his waist and left the shower room first.
The lockers were some distance away. Zheng Yuan walked over while wiping his hair. He found his row and pasted the electronic key on it.
I don't know if it was a bit malfunctioning after being soaked in water. The lock did not open automatically after a few drips. He was fiddling with his head down, and Yan Shuwang had already washed it.
Zheng Yuan didn't look back, but he said to Yan Shuwang, "There seems to be a problem with the lock, so I have to call the waiter."
The only thing that promised him was the sound of treading water. After a few steps, Yan Shuwang stood behind him.
Zheng Yuan looked over.
Yan Shuwang's head was covered with a bath towel, and he was wearing nothing underneath. He reached out and pulled Zheng Yuan's cabinet door.
"Post the key," he ordered.
Zheng Yuan's reaction was half a beat, and Yan Shuwang looked down at him patiently.
The electronic lock made a long "di" sound, Yan Shuwang's wrist folded neatly, and the cabinet door was roughly pulled open by him.
Zheng Yu'an: "..."
Yan Shuwang turned around to open his own cabinet, the water droplets from his hair meandered to his neck, and he was wrapped in a bath towel wet.
Zheng Yu'an was a little embarrassed: "I thought it was broken."
Yan Shuwang seemed to laugh, but he didn't. He was not in a hurry to put on his pants. He took a dry towel and came out to surround his lower body. He lowered his head and wiped his wet hair.
Zheng Yuan's upper body was not completely dry. He found a pair of underwear and changed it out, showing his long and straight legs, and went back and forth to find the hairdryer.
"Don't dangle." Yan Shuwang couldn't bear it any longer, "Put your pants on."
Zheng Yuan squatted down and took out the hair dryer from under the dresser. He didn't care much and said, "I'm not dressed."
Yan Shuwang took a deep breath, he tore the towel from his hair, and said coldly, "I don't want to wear my underwear."
Zheng Yuan handed him the hairdryer and smiled, "Okay, don't be angry, I'll just wear it."
He said he would wear it, but he wiped his upper body and put on only a T-shirt. The hem of the T-shirt was so long that it went beyond his buttocks. Now he couldn't even see his underwear. Zheng Yu'an swayed back and forth, and the looming shadow of the triangle belt made people imagine.
He was rummaging through the closet again, and his upper body was not completely dry. The T-shirt was sticky wetly against the skin, and outlined the shoulder blades on his back.
"Toner." Zheng Yuan finally found it, he asked, "Do you want to smoke?"
No one answered him.
Yan Shuwang sat on the bench, with one leg resting on the other, the towel wide open, the scenery was unobstructed, and the colors were amazing.
The cigarette in Zheng Yuan's hand could not be thrown out for a while.
Yan Shuwang's expression was not very good-looking, he said, "Do you and others come to swim like this?"
Zheng Yu'an hurriedly said: "No, I only swim with you."
Yan Shuwang seemed to be satisfied with the answer. He took the initiative to take the cigarette in Zheng Yu'an's hand, lit it, and took a puff, but his lower body didn't mean to calm down, so he didn't care, he just left it like that.
Zheng Yuan didn't dare to look at it very much. He lowered his head and held the cigarette holder. When the smoke passed through his lungs, his emotions were as complicated as the gas, and he didn't spit it out after being bored for a long time.
"I'm not a woman." Yan Shuwang said suddenly.
Zheng Yu'an: "?"
Yan Shuwang: "I don't need you to take care of my emotions, and I don't need you to be more considerate and cherish."
Zheng Yu'an maintained the posture of holding a cigarette. He vaguely understood, but he didn't seem to understand it completely, and his expression was empty.
Yan Shuwang took a breath of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it, the misty white mist covered his face, like a mirror.
He said, "We can just go to bed, you lie still, I'll fuck you."