Wan Chukong came too suddenly, and there was no time to give Qi Ji to react. He was pushed into the bathroom by Qi Ji and refused to let go, saying, "Let's wash together."

Qi Ji said: "But I've washed it."

Wan Chukong still pulled him, "You can wash it again."

Qi Ji reminded: "There is still work tomorrow..."

Wan Chukong stared at him for a while, "Then you can say something nice."

Qi Ji felt that Wan Chukong was like a child when he was dating. A person as mature and steady as before the screen was so childish. Seeing that he was very stubborn, he had to lean into the other person's ear and scream vaguely.

Wan Chukong was satisfied only then, and before letting go into the bathroom, he asked Qi Ji: "You will be here after I come out."

"Where else can I go? This is my room."

Wan Chukong took another step, put his hand on the door frame and lowered his head: "Kiss another one."

Qi Ji quickly covered his mouth: "I will kiss you after taking a shower."

Wan Chukong's eyelashes drooped, and fell into the shadows under his eyes thick and black, making the mole on the bridge of his nose look charming, "Baby thinks I'm dirty."

Qi Ji couldn't figure out how much there was in the acting, or Wan Chukong was 100% acting, "I didn't... really just kiss me, you promise."

"No guarantee." Wan Chukong raised his hand and gently rubbed his lips, "Then I owe it first."

Qi Ji hesitated to hold his fingers and held them loosely in his palm, "Then kiss them, you can't cheat."

Wan Chukong asked softly: "What will happen if I cheat on you?"

Qi Ji pursed his lower lip and looked up at people with his eyes. It’s not that he didn’t understand these things. If he wanted to catch people’s eyes on the stage, he had to practice any subtle expression in private thousands or hundreds of times. He could also pretend to be pitiful, but in most cases he was really pitiful: “Can you not stop cheating?”

Wan Chukong pinched his chin and forced him to raise his head, and took his lips slightly, "I can't help it if you do this."

Qi Ji looked like "I don't understand what you said", "I can't help it..."

"Do you have to ask?" Wan Chukong curled the corners of his lips. He was obviously very peaceful, but Qi Ji was timid and quickly shook his head and pushed the man into the bathroom, "You take a shower, I won't leave, I have something to ask you."

The sound of water sounded in the bathroom. Qi Ji sat back on the bed, the soft and thin quilt pressed against his skin, but he felt uncomfortable no matter how he sat.

Originally, he had to be angry with Wan Chukong, but he couldn't get angry as soon as he saw people. Wan Chukong seemed to never care about the consequences when doing things. Qi Ji had to consider things that he could do after much time, and he would do it immediately as long as he wanted. Qi Ji believed that Wan Chukong didn't care much about the negative comments on the Internet, but he only explained to himself.

Qi Ji lay on the bed, and his phone suddenly vibrated. Until it stopped shaking, Qi Ji slowly picked up his phone.

Su Mianchao: [Did Wan Chukong go to find you?]

[He was photographed going to Hongsheng Hotel. Isn’t that where you live today?]

【Who did you shoot there today?】

Qi Ji quickly jumped up when he saw the second sentence and typed: [I am the only one]

Su Mianchao: [That's a coincidence. Su Qiaoqiao told me that the heroine of her drama also moved in Hongsheng]

Qi Ji: [So?]

Su Mianchao: [So your man is now suspected of having a private meeting with that female star]

Qiji:【...】

Su Mianchao was also helpless: [He is with you now?]

At the same time, the bathroom door opened, and Wan Chukong stood at the door wearing a bathrobe.

Qi Ji didn't have time to reply, and Wan Chukong asked: "Who are you chatting with?"

Qi Ji felt that the two of them had to make it clear when they took this opportunity, so he simply pulled down his phone and boldly said: "I won't tell you."

Wan Chukong walked towards him, his belt was not tightened, and a large area of ​​skin flashed as he stepped on. Seeing that the yukata was about to spread out automatically, he stood in front of Qi Ji, and the water dripping from his hair fell on Qi Ji's thighs.

Qi Ji was a little scared, but he still plucked up the courage: "Unless you tell me what happened recently, why are you doing so much news about you? Are you having trouble?" He asked very seriously, but the whole sentence was a bit funny.

Wan Chukong rubbed his hair casually with a towel on his shoulder, and his yukata finally opened, revealing his strong body. Although the two had met each other many times, Qi Ji was still unable to deal with it freely, and his eyes were dodged, and he seemed to be unreasonable. Wan Chukong was very calm.

"It's really nothing, it's just the ones I see online, I'll solve them. So who are you chatting with?"

Qi Ji stared at his face carefully, trying to see the clues from his expression, but in response to Su Qiaoqiao's words, these actors are very good at acting, especially for Wan Chukong, who can't read the other party's true thoughts at all.

Finally, Qi Ji gave up and said, "You were photographed by paparazzi when you came here and said you had a private meeting with a female star."

Wan Chukong seemed to carelessly and even asked, "Are you a female star?"

"Of course not!" Qi Ji immediately denied that being called a fool little girl online was already ashamed enough, and he didn't want to recall it anymore.

"But I only have a private meeting with you." Wan Chukong said.

Qi Ji wanted to explain, but Wan Chukong said, "It doesn't matter if it's OK. Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it later, so who are you chatting with?"

“It doesn’t matter!”

“This is very important to me.”

Qi Ji asked: "Why?"

"Because I care, I will be jealous and I will always miss who you are talking to." Wan Chukong came over, and cold water droplets kept dripping from the ends of his hair.

Qi Ji wanted to avoid the chill that was smashed from time to time, so he had to confess: "It's my childhood friend."

"name."

Qi Ji: "...I told you that you remember, it's Su Mianchao."

"I know him, I just want to hear you say it in person." Wan Chukong grabbed his wrist and made a gesture to kiss him.

Qi Ji turned his head and avoided it and reached out to push him. His fingertips touched the warm skin and shrank a little, "You should go blow your hair."

Wan Chukong stared at him for two seconds: "No."

Qi Ji was stunned: "Then do you want to lie down and sleep?"

"Are you inviting me to sleep with me?" Wan Chukong bent the corner of his mouth, but the smile in his eyes was very thin, and he always paid attention to Qi Ji's movements.

It was not until Qi Ji saw it that he said, "I ordered a separate room."

Qi Ji found that he really couldn't be angry with the other party, so he said angrily: "Then go to bed by yourself."

"don't want."

"Why do you want nothing?"

"I want you." Wan Chukong took advantage of his surprise and pulled him into his arms, blew into his ears, and said, "I want you to blow my hair."

Qi Ji thought about it, but it was not impossible. After all, Wan Chukong blew his hair before, so he treated it as a courtesy.

I'll get angry after blowing my hair.

In the bathroom, the man lowered his head halfway and let Qi Ji fiddled with his head.

After a while of blowing, Qi Ji stopped and said, "I am not as good as yours. If you don't want to say it, I really don't know how to let you speak."

Wan Chukong was silent around his waist.

After blowing the hair thoroughly drying, Qi Ji suddenly said, "Forget it."

Wan Chukong suddenly raised his head, his expression flashed, and for a moment he could see his true emotions.

Unfortunately, Qi Ji didn't see it, so he simply put down the hair dryer and rubbed the man's hair, "It's completely dry, you can go back to sleep."

"No." Wan Chukong half-hunted him and held him towards him.

Qi Ji: "What do you want this time?"

"Don't let me go." Wan Chukong kissed the side of his neck gently, rubbed it with his lips, and then he said.

"I can't keep holding you in this way." Qi Ji sighed, "I mean it, you don't need to say it if you don't want to."

"Can you call you other titles?"

"What's the name?" Qi Ji really forgot.

Wan Chukong glanced at him deeply.

"Are you talking about my nickname?" Qi Ji remembered, "Whatever you want."

He really didn't lose his temper, just a little powerless. Even if the two of them were together, not everything could be shared. He had used to telling many lies, and some things were really unspeakable. Maybe it would be better if the time was longer, and they would have to have a running-in period.

"By the way, I actually don't like eating mustard-flavored potato chips." Qi Ji suddenly remembered, "I want to explain this to you."

He just said it casually, and I don’t know which word touched Wan Chukong’s nerves.

The bathroom door did not go out, and cried in front of the mirror for a long time, making his body cry pink, clenched his hands into fists and pretended to be fierce and hit the man's shoulders, with words in his mouth full of unthreatening words.

"You're bad..."

"Don't be angry with me, baby." Wan Chukong filled him with a trivial kiss, but continued to ask for it.

"Another this, well, I'll be really angry."

"Don't be angry, touch your wife's stomach." Wan Chukong said as he took his hand and pressed it on himself. Qi Ji felt the firm muscles on the man's abdomen and whimpered and pulled his hand away.

Wan Chukong stroked his belly through his clothes. Qi Ji's originally flat belly was constantly massaged, and he couldn't help but kicked his legs, "Enough... Woo, it's too full."

"Where is it so full? Is it too full?"

Qi Ji nodded randomly.
To be continued...