The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress

Chapter 9: Drink dog blood to stay healthy

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Shen Liang unbuttoned Shao Fanhan's shirt and wanted to help him take off his shirt, but felt it was not good and he hesitated and took his hand back.

"You... take it off yourself." Shen Liang turned around, feeling strange in his heart.

Shao Quhan looked back at him, slowly lowered his head, and then rustled off his clothes. After hesitating for a moment, he threw the clothes aside.

"Okay..." Shao Quhan said.

Shen Liang heard his mosquito-like voice, the tips of his ears twitched slightly, and then turned around. He raised his hand to take off the shower head, adjusted the temperature, and then pointed the hot water at Shao Quhan.

"Crash-"

The two of them were instantly wet. The difference is that Shen Liang is wearing clothes, while Shao Quhan is naked.

Seems a bit unfair.

Shao Quhan wiped the water from his face: "Why don't you take off your clothes?"

Shen Liang glanced at him: "You want to take a bath, not me."

and,

"Do you understand what it means when two people take off their clothes?"

Shen Liang didn't say anything, but it felt like he had said everything. His eyes were meaningful and so obscene that they could be mosaic-like.

Shao Fanhan's gaze made his heart beat wildly. He took a step back, but was pulled back by Shen Liang. He only heard the other person's voice saying in a low voice: "Put it on my shoulder."

Shen Liang said: "Put your hands on my shoulders to prevent them from getting wet."

I don't know if it was because of the hot water, but Shao Quhan's originally pale skin turned a thin layer of red. Hearing this, he slowly raised his hand and hesitantly put his right hand on Shen Liang's shoulder, which was unexpectedly obedient.

This is right.

Shen Liang squeezed some shampoo, and while washing Shao Fanhan's hair, he sighed in his heart: When the hero saved the beauty today, if Shao Fanhan looked like this, he would not scare Shen Yan away.

Shen Liang's slender fingers darted through Shao Fan's cold hair, gently but without losing strength, and casually chatted: "Hey, are you always like that when fighting?"

Shao Quhan looked at him in the heat: "What kind?"

Shen Liang curled his lips and said two words: "Cruel."

He knew clearly which pot he didn't open and which pot he didn't pick up. Shao Quhan looked at him: "Cruelty? Do you want to try what cruelty is?"

Shen Liang didn't want to at all. He helped Shao Quhan rinse his hair without looking sideways: "Can you be gentler? My brother likes gentle styles. He is originally afraid of blood, and you still made it so bloody."

“…”

Shao Fanhan stopped talking. He put his right hand on Shen Liang's shoulder and pinched it quietly.

"Hiss..."

Shen Liang gasped, not expecting this move. He reached out and clasped Shao Fanhan's waist, and pulled him in front of him: "Did I provoke you?"

It fit perfectly in an instant.

Shao Fanhan panicked for a moment, inexplicably remembering the night they had close contact: "What are you doing?"

Some people seem to be very domineering, but in fact they are as innocent as a blank sheet of paper in certain aspects. It is estimated that they have never even held hands with others in their entire lives.

For a moment, Shen Liang felt that the person he was holding in his arms was not Shao Quhan, but a panicked little white rabbit: "...it's nothing."

He turned off the water, slowly let go of his hand, and then covered Shao Fanhan's head with a white bath towel. The other person's facial features were handsome and moist, and his black hair was dripping wet, making his skin look even fairer.

Men are seductive.

Shen Liang said: "Wipe it."

Shao Fanhan remained motionless and frowned slightly: "My hand hurts."

Shen Liang: "...you just said it didn't hurt."

Shao Quhan: "It hurts now."

Shen Liang raised his eyes, but was caught off guard and faced Shao Quhan. Their eyes met in mid-air, and they seemed inexplicably ambiguous in the hot bathroom.

“…”

Shen Liang could only raise his hand to help him wipe it, using a soft towel to rub it. The way Shao Fanhan allowed it to be rubbed and squeezed was really relieving. They were already close, and with Shao Quhan's right hand still resting on Shen Liang's shoulder, they seemed even closer.

Is there any difference between holding it and holding it

It seems there is none.

After Shen Liang finished wiping his hair, he realized that their current posture was a bit out of bounds, although the sooner they should do it, the better. He put down the towel slowly, lowered his head and touched the tip of Shao Quhan's nose. His breath was so dense that it made people feel itchy.

Shen Liang stared at him and said, "I finished wiping..."

Shao Fanhan was naked, with his head lowered, and he hummed inaudibly when he heard the words.

Shen Liang took out another bath towel and wrapped it around him, and suddenly asked in a confused manner: "Do I want to carry you out?"

Shao Fanhan was stunned: "What?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden feeling of weightlessness in his body. His pupils shrank slightly and he subconsciously clenched his fingertips, only to find that he had been hugged horizontally by Shen Liangda.

They had hugged before, but this time both of them were awake, and it always felt like the meaning was different.

Shen Liang didn't look at Shao Quhan, walked out of the bathroom, leaned over and put him on the bed. He put his hands on Shao Quhan's side, his eyes met with his, and water dripped from the tips of his hair.

Shen Liang's body was wet and his clothes clung to his body. He glanced at the bath towel Shao Quhan was wrapped in and reminded: "Remember to wear clothes, don't catch a cold."

A drop of water fell on Shao Fanhan's face. He blinked subconsciously. His eyelashes were thick and long, and he looked a little dazed: "Well..."

Seeing this, Shen Liang, for some reason, raised his hand and slowly rubbed his head, then straightened up and left.

There was a soft "click" sound, the door was closed again, and the room fell into silence again.

Shen Liang's clothes were so wet that he could wring out the water. After he returned to his room, he was about to take a shower, but found that the shower was broken, so he could only take his pajamas and go to the guest room downstairs to wash them.

Aunt Zhang was watering the potted plants on the balcony. When Shen Liang passed by her, he felt for a moment that she looked like his own mother, probably all the old people in the world: "Aunt Zhang, the shower in my room is broken. "

After hearing this, Zhang Ma took the time to raise her head and replied: "Okay, I'll call someone to come and fix it tomorrow."

Shen Liang finished taking a shower and took the time to wash his clothes. It was just half past ten when he came out. He was wearing a white casual shirt with a towel around his neck. He didn't bother to wipe his hair, so he just went upstairs and returned to his room.

Shen Liang thought to himself that he might have been in a daze after taking a shower, and he could even go to the wrong room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shao Fanhan sitting on the bed. He immediately retracted his legs and walked out: "Sorry, I went to the wrong place."

He closed the door with a click, and it took him three seconds to realize something was wrong. This was obviously his room.

Shen Liang opened the door again, walked into the room, and looked at Shao Fanhan suspiciously: "Did you go to the wrong place? This is my room."

Shao Fanhan sat alone in the corner of the bed, holding his knees with his hands. Hearing the words, he said calmly: "My room."

Shen Liang walked over and patted a pile of pornographic books on the bedside table: "The books are all mine."

Shao Fanhan looked at him and raised his eyebrows coldly: "I bought the entire land here."

Shen Liang: "..."

Okay, you have money, you are powerful.

Damn it, when he went back to revise the manuscript, he wrote Shao Fanhan as a pauper.

Shen Liang wiped his hair with the towel around his neck: "I'll let you sleep underneath."

Shao Fanhan threatened, "Do you dare to leave?"

Shen Liang didn't want to leave at first. There was no comfortable room of his own in the guest room downstairs. He sat down on the edge of the bed, bent his knees slightly, and put his arms on them. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were lazily charming: "What, you want to sleep with me?"

Shao Quhan hugged his knees, occupying only a small space. He unconsciously fiddled with the gauze wrapped in his palms and stared at the patterns on the sheets without saying a word. Taking over the bed like a bandit snake.

Shen Liang thought to himself what the hell was going on. He glanced at Shao Quhan inadvertently, but his eyes stopped there. Because the light was dim, the current scene overlapped with the story in the book for a moment, making people feel a little confused.

Shen Liang suddenly remembered Shao Quhan's ending...

In the novel, when all the protagonists or supporting characters are enjoying happiness, he is the only one who is trapped in a mental hospital, going crazy, and neither human nor ghost.

Readers said that Shen Liang was cruel, and Shen Liang thought that maybe a little bit, but Shao Fanhan was a character in a novel. How could a character in a novel be taken seriously

But in fact, this person appeared in front of him, real and alive. You will get angry, you will bleed, you will get hurt.

He can write freely in the book, but when one day the people in it become reality, those deliberately inflicted sufferings will become a sin.

Shen Liang originally had some thoughts of teasing, but they suddenly dissipated. He gently patted the empty space next to him, then opened his arms to Shao Quhan and said: "Hey..."

He asked: "Do you want a hug?"

Shao Fanhan paused when he heard this and raised his eyes to look at him.

Shen Liang's movements did not change and he maintained that posture: "Come here, I will hold you to sleep."

He felt in his heart that Shao Fanhan would not come, but after a moment of silence, the other party quietly approached his arms, hugged his knees with his hands, and tried his best to shrink into a ball.

Shao Quhan was too insecure.

Shen Liang hugged him, sighed, and then slowly tightened his embrace, the fit was perfect. The light fragrance of shower gel blends together, making no difference between you and me.

Shao Fanhan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Shen Liang pressed the top of his head, feeling the softness of his hair. After a moment, he started to find something to say: "Shen Yan is timid and afraid of blood. Next time you want to hit someone, do it behind his back and not in front of him. "

Shen Liang was teaching him.

Shao Fanhan didn't want to listen. He closed his eyes and said displeasedly, "I'm also afraid of blood..."

Shen Liang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Shao Fanhan stopped talking and closed his mouth tightly: "It's nothing."

Shen Liang touched his hair, his palms were dry and warm. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Do you really like Shen Yan?"

Shen Liang is used to writing bloody novels. The characters in them only love for the sake of love, and may not really like them, because even the author himself does not understand what it feels like to like.

In the original work, Shao Quhan fell in love with Shen Yan just because of the phototaxis of a person who has been in darkness for a long time and suddenly sees the first light in life, and instinctively wants to reach out and pick it up.

But now, he wanted to know what Shao Quhan was thinking.

Shen Liang was so distracted when he asked this question that he didn't notice the confusion and astonishment that flashed across Shao Quhan's face for a moment after he asked this question.

Do you really like Shen Yan

When Shao Fanhan heard this sentence, his brain suddenly fell into a brief blank. He tried hard to search for answers to Shen Liang, but found nothing, as if...

It was as if the other person was mentioning just an insignificant stranger.

Shao Quhan's brain ached. He felt like a puppet on strings, having to follow a certain trajectory. There was a voice in the dark that kept telling him: You should like Shen Yan, you must like Shen Yan, You must get him.

That's all.

That's all...

Shao Quhan couldn't find the answer. He covered his head with his hands to suppress the severe pain that hit his brain, then frowned and made a vague hum, with an irritated tone: "I like..."

It should be... you like it, right

Shen Liang wasn't very confused about the answer, because that's what it said in the book: "Okay,"

He said: "I'll help you chase him."

After Shen Liang finished speaking, he looked at the time and found that it was almost eleven o'clock. He hugged Shao Fanhan and lay down. Then he avoided his wounds, pressed him into his arms and said, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

His voice was low and magnetic, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.

Shao Fanhan didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that his heart was beating very fast, and the sound was deafening, as if it would jump out of his mouth in the next second.

He raised his head from Shen Liang's arms with some difficulty: "I can't sleep."

Shen Liang thought to himself that if you can't sleep, I can, so he pushed Shao Fanhan into his arms again: "I must sleep."

Shao Fanhan moved, and for the first time he was not angry at Shen Liang's tough attitude: "Why?"

Shen Liang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He didn't know what he thought of when he heard this. He was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Because staying up late will lead to sudden death."

Shao Quhan: "..."