Xia Xingcheng simply took a shower. The hot and humid water vapor made the alcohol evaporate in his body, and his stomach vomited empty again. The whole person became more and more uncomfortable.
He almost climbed out of the bathtub later, picked up the bathrobe hanging on the hook, and when he put it on, he suddenly remembered that he didn't even have a pair of underwear to change.
He walked to the pile of clothes that he had taken off on the ground, and when he picked up his panties, he felt that it was completely soaked. , wrap the towel tightly and walk out of the bathroom.
When I rushed in just now, I was in a hurry. Now Xia Xingcheng realized that the interior of the villa was not very spacious. The first floor was a living room, and the second floor was an open bedroom. It seemed that there was only one double bed.
At this time, Yang Youming was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, with no emotion on his face, and the door that was open when he rushed in just now is now closed.
I don't know if it was because of the cold water before, but Xia Xingcheng's body collapse was more serious than the drunken dizziness.
He walked behind the sofa chair opposite Yang Youming and called out softly, "Brother Ming."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a commotion outside the room by the pool, and then Xia Xingcheng heard Tan Xueyue calling his name loudly, and his tone seemed unhappy.
He looked up and looked outside, taking a subconscious step.
As a result, Yang Youming immediately said, "Don't go." His voice was light and deep, but his attitude was not gentle, it even seemed to be an order.
Xia Xingcheng looked at him.
Yang Youming was still leaning on the soft sofa, his eyes were calm without any fluctuations, when Xia Xingcheng looked at him, he and Xia Xingcheng looked at each other.
Until Xia Xingcheng couldn't help but looked away first and said, "My clothes are all in the hotel room, and I don't even have any underwear to replace."
Yang Youming said, "Don't go now."
Xia Xingcheng hesitated for a while, walked to the front of the sofa, and sat down face to face with Yang Youming. He didn't want to look awkward, but he didn't wear underwear under his bathrobe, so he could only pull the bathrobe with his legs.
He didn't know that his face was flushing unnaturally now, and his neck was pale pink.
Yang Youming looked at him silently.
Xia Xingcheng stared at the solid wood coffee table in front and said, "I'll go back later, when they're all gone."
After he finished speaking, Yang Youming didn't respond for a long time. He felt a little helpless. When he raised his head to look at Yang Youming, he heard Yang Youming say, "Sleep here tonight."
Xia Xingcheng was stunned.
Yang Youming picked up the phone on the table and glanced at the time, "It's past twelve o'clock."
The hustle and bustle outside did not mean to end at all.
Xia Xingcheng couldn't think about it, his mind seemed to be empty for a while, but also like too many things were messed up. He only knew that Yang Youming let him live here, he didn't think about whether Yang Youming let him sleep on the bed or on the sofa, nor did he think about whether Yang Youming would have to change a room if he slept in this villa.
He just couldn't and didn't want to refuse Yang Youming, nodded in confusion and said, "Okay."
Yang Youming stood up from the sofa. The hem of his shirt had been pulled out from the waistband of his trousers. It was slightly wrinkled, but there was another kind of uninhibited sexiness.
With one hand in his trouser pocket, he looked at Xia Xingcheng who was sitting on the sofa and said, "Go upstairs to rest."
Xia Xingcheng stood up, followed Yang Youming's instructions and walked towards the second floor. He had just stepped on the stairs when he heard a knock on the door on the first floor. He didn't know who it was, and he couldn't see it from this angle.
Yang Youming seemed to open the door, but soon the door closed again.
Xia Xingcheng had already walked to the second floor, only to find that there was a large terrace outside the bedroom on the second floor. The terrace of this villa faced the sea.
The glass door between the bedroom and the terrace is open, you can feel the sea breeze full of water and salt blowing from a distance, and you can clearly hear the sound of the waves rising and falling.
Xia Xingcheng walked towards the balcony room subconsciously.
When he just stepped into the terrace, he heard Yang Youming calling him from behind: "Xingcheng, come here."
Xia Xingcheng immediately turned around and saw Yang Youming standing at the entrance of the stairs with a bowl in his hand.
So he went back again.
The bowl in Yang Youming's hand was still steaming, and there was a small spoon in it. When Xia Xingcheng came over, he handed the bowl to Xia Xingcheng and said, "I asked the hotel to send a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge, drink it while it's hot. ."
Xia Xingcheng took it and looked down at the bowl for a while before raising his head and saying, "Thank you."
Yang Youming didn't say anything, turned around and went downstairs directly.