..." Ye Zhao slapped him on the face, pushed him aside, and said lightly, "You can consider tying an iron chain to the door. "
Nie Renyan: "..." Nima!
Ye Zhao stretched out his foot and kicked him: "It's really okay this time, get out."
Nie Renyan glanced at Ye Zhao sadly, and dawdled out of bed: "Tsk, I've already slept in this bed, what does it matter how many times I sleep..." He stepped on his slippers and looked back at Ye Zhao three steps at a time. Zhao, the latter still raised his chin with a dignified and glamorous look, and it seemed that he was almost scratching his heart, and he could not wait to jump up and hold the person under him in the next second.
Seeing Nie Renyan walk all the way to the door of the room and put his paw on the door handle, Ye Zhao nodded in satisfaction. He remembered that he hadn't applied yào until now, and the wound he was stuttering was faintly faint, so he frowned, stretched his long legs, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
Since the door has been closed and the air outlet has not been opened, the temperature in the bathroom is higher than outside, and the undissipated water vapor makes the clothes on the body become slightly damp. Ye Zhao stretched out his hand to turn on the warm yellow wall lamp above the washbasin. The mirror under the lamp was still covered with a thick layer of water mist, where he could only see his blurred outline like a color block. He took the yào paste box on the black glazed countertop, and was used to reading the instructions printed on the side, and opened the lid of the box with his fingertips to take out the yào paste.
Just when he was about to squeeze a little yào cream on his fingertips, his hand suddenly stopped, because he heard what seemed to be movement in the bedroom - a very slight friction, like the sound of deliberately light footsteps.
Ye Zhao: "..." He silently put down the yào cream and walked to the door. As soon as his fingers touched the handle, he was hit to the side by a force from the outside in, and a figure swayed in front of him. When he reacted, his wrist was clamped, he was twisted along with the strength, a warm body covered him from behind and pressed his whole body against the bathroom door.
With a "click", the door lock made a soft sound under the impact, and it was completely closed.
"What are you crazy about?!" Ye Zhao frowned and twisted his wrist twice, but he couldn't break free.
"What do you think?" Nie Renyan's voice approached from behind, and finally stayed close to his ear. The hot and humid breath spurted out of his breath fell into the ear hole, and a numb feeling ran down the ear canal, neck, and wave. It piled up to the top of the head in a wave, and then passed down the spine like an electric shock.
Ye Zhao's movements froze suddenly, and his scalp went numb in waves following the rhythm of the man behind him breathing.
"It's been a long time since I've driven meat, and you can count." If he was obviously complaining, he just wanted to lean into Ye Zhao's ear and said it in a low and deep voice. Ye Zhao turned his head subconsciously because of him. But he still couldn't avoid it, and the entire auricle was red.
Nie Renyan hadn't let him go, and continued to say in a low voice, "Knowing that a man who is in his prime and begging for dissatisfaction can't recruit, can't recruit, you still seduce Lao Tzu with your chin."
A layer of heat steamed from the bottom of Ye Zhao's eyes, he struggled again, and said in a hurry: "Fart!