Zhuang Ze and Zhou Yunchen lived in the same standard room, and the bed next to him was empty at the moment, the neat white quilt was like the curtains of the mourning hall against the dim light, gloomy and dead.
Zhuang Ze was against the ceiling, imagining that he was lying on the snow-white flowers, and he would go to another world when he closed his eyes.
With a ding, the door opened. Zhou Yunchen, who smelled of alcohol, rushed in.
Zhuang Ze stood up in surprise. Zhou Yunchen clenched his wrist, as if afraid that he would run halfway, he stared at him with red eyes: "She's next door."
Zhuang Ze's heart tightened suddenly, not knowing what he meant.
Zhou Yunchen stared at him and said almost word by word, "She's taking a shower next door, waiting for me."
After all, Zhuang Ze couldn't look at him, he moved his thin lips: "Then go there."
Zhou Yunchen forced him to look at him: "I will sleep with her."
"Oh." Zhuang Ze didn't even have a trace of blood on his face, and his voice was unbelievably soft.
"You..." Zhou Yunchen was clearly the executioner holding the knife, but at the moment he seemed to be tied to the gallows, "Do you still like her?"
Zhuang Ze said: "Yes, I still like him." How can you not like him? He also wanted to know how.
Zhou Yunchen lost all his strength, and the madness in his eyes dissipated. He sighed, "She doesn't like you."
Zhuang Ze could only answer him: "It's okay." From the beginning, he was self-indulgent, and after that, he deserved everything.
Zhou Yunchen left, Zhuang Ze lay on the bed and closed his eyes. Are they next door
Soundproofing is great.
It's nice, the sound insulation is so good.
Zhuang Ze was awakened by thirst, and he would be like this after drinking wine, and he couldn't be thirsty when he woke up in the middle of the night.
Zhuang Ze found that there was no water in the room, and he was no longer sleepy, so he simply went downstairs for a walk. He remembered that there seemed to be a convenience store not far away.
He opened the door and saw Zhou Yunchen outside the door.
The tall young man leaned against the dark red wall. His long legs were crossed, and he seemed extremely tired. His back was slightly bent, and the broken hair between his foreheads fell, covering his eyes, leaving only thin lips and a thin chin. .
Zhuang Ze was stunned. Zhou Yunchen was also stunned.
One didn't expect him to be here, one didn't expect him to come out.
Zhou Yunchen looked at him, paused and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhuang Ze looked next door. Zhou Yunchen rubbed his hair irritably, and said in a muffled voice, "She's gone."
Zhuang Ze didn't want to show it, but he still responded with relief: "Well."
Zhou Yunchen laughed at himself: "Are you happy? She's still single."
Zhuang Ze couldn't say he was happy, because it had nothing to do with him whether he was single or not. After the blonde girl, there would be red-haired girls and black-haired girls, but it couldn't be him.
Zhou Yunchen rubbed his hair again, he seemed very annoyed, extremely irritable: "I'll go buy you water."
Zhuang Ze said: "No, I'll go by myself."
"Go back!" Zhou Yunchen's voice was extremely fierce.
Zhuang Ze responded: "Okay..."