Chapter 6 Your pants are wet too. I'll go wash them first.

The room was dark with only the faint warm light of the sleep lamp. The silhouette of the portrait was carved with sharp edges on the green wall.

Xu Shen gently placed Li Su on the bed, leaned over and pulled over the thin blanket, and covered Li Su with light hands and feet.

The tip of his nose was filled with the scent of Li Su. He was too close, so he stepped back a few steps cautiously before he dared to stand in the dark and look at Li Su sleeping on the bed.

He was getting more and more used to the position in the dark. But living in this moment didn't seem real.

The room was cold enough, but perhaps because of the alcohol, Li Su kicked the quilt away with her knees and paused for a while. The consciousness that she couldn't blow on her stomach was engraved in her bones, so she tried to make up for it.

One hand went all the way from her belly to the corner of the quilt, but the bed was too big and she couldn't find it after a long time. She simply turned sideways, but not to the inside, but to the direction of the light with a wider field of vision - to Xu Shen.

The warm orange light surrounded her, and was particularly gentle.

She opened her eyes dazedly, and her eyes gently touched Xu Shen.

The man supported himself on the table with both hands, standing casually. His tall silhouette was like a knife, carving out broad shoulders, and his arms were supported on both sides of his body, holding the edge of the table tightly. He was forbearing in contradiction, but his flavor was decadent.

He was looking at her. Li Su could feel that the man's deep gaze fell on her as if it were a real object, like the candlelight at the bottom of the tea, constantly warming up.

Li Su swallowed her saliva.

Xu Shen slightly bent his body, and his movements were so shallow that he seemed to be unconscious, but his lines were full and exuded with tension that could penetrate the back of the paper.

Li Su's eyes wandered back and forth. She looked at the male model, and then at the water next to the male model. She thought her hint was already very obvious. But the male model seemed to be half frozen, motionless, very "calm".

Why? He can't even serve people.

I envy him, he can make money while standing.

Li Su sighed helplessly.

She propped up her sore body and looked at the distance between her and Xu Shen.

The scene of falling into his chest just now suddenly emerged.

Li Su pressed the solar plexus and took a deep breath.

It's better not to be stubborn. Avoid "throwing yourself into his arms".

"Water." Li Su's voice was dry and hoarse, like the grainy texture of frosted sand, rubbing the softest heart.

Xu Shen turned his head and glanced at the side. His half-bright and half-dark cheek was particularly clear, with a mysterious expression, and was very secretive.

After a few breaths, he chuckled.

He picked up the water on the table and turned it on. Because his fingertips lost control, a few drops of the overflowing water spilled and fell into his palm.

Xu Shen changed his hand, held it over his mouth and took a sip, while shaking the other hand dry, he took a few steps forward, half-knelt in front of Li Su, he looked up slightly, and handed the water to her lips.

There were some wet marks on the edge of the hard plastic mouth, touching her lips, moistening a small opening.

The light was warm, and the dark and cold eyes became gentle. A little arc of bangs covered half of the forehead, and the thick eyebrows were like feathers, dark and heavy. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if smiling but not smiling. The lush and hard shape was carved too delicately. The feeling has changed.

It is even less like the person of the past.

Li Su didn't like his smile, and lowered her eyes. She looked at his slender fingers holding the water bottle, raised her hand, but not holding the water bottle, but wrapping his cool back of the hand.

Her almost aggressive behavior and careless eyes made Xu Shen tremble almost subconsciously. He endured it and looked into Li Su's eyes, so quiet, so indifferent.

Li Su gently raised her wrist, and without much strength, she took a few sips from Xu Shen's hand.

The hot mouth cooled down.

The thoughts in every corner of her body and heart were also extinguished.

After drinking a few sips, Li Su couldn't help but shiver, and her fingertips pressed against Xu Shen uncontrollably.

It was like a frostbitten ear, itchy in the spring. Li Su's hot palms pressed against him, intertwined, and Xu Shen felt as if he was pulled into a dream. Even Li Su's twisted face at this moment was like a memory.

Li Su adapted for a while, and the stimulation sank, but it seemed to stir. Her stomach was churning, sour and cold, and she felt something was wrong, and suddenly looked straight at Xu Shen.

"Rubbish!" Li Su's voice was urgent and sharp, and her fingertips sank into his collarbone, trying to push it away.

The driving tone and the words of denial made Xu Shen's heart agitated. Thinking of the mumbling in the dream just now, he was angry, he was unwilling, and he refused.

He pressed Li Su's hands tightly against his body as she tried to push him away. He

stubbornly maintained the distance at the moment, not retreating a single step.

"Ugh..." The bitter sour wine poured all over Xu Shen.

Li Su's body, buried in front of him, was still twitching uncontrollably. Belatedly, he said the last word: "Bucket..."

Xu

Shen's movements were slightly stiff, and the coldness of his shirt after being soaked gradually became clear. He slowly came to his senses, but was relieved.

Releasing his hands and steadying Li Su leaning over the bed, he scooped up the trash can neatly and placed it in front of Li Su.

In his peripheral vision, the hair dyed with orange light was soft and thin. Xu Shen subconsciously reached out his hand and held a strand of hair that was falling, and could touch Li Su's fair profile. His eyes followed the slender neck, and there was a blush all the way. He paused in his heart and raised his eyes in panic.

What he saw was the same ambiguity as before.

Li Su's back was very thin and narrow, revealing the outline of his bones. At this moment, he was lying on the bed, his clothes were soft and hanging down, revealing his thin waist and plump hips hidden in the loose fabric.

The night was very quiet.

Xu Shen heard Li Su's breathing, deep and warm. He looked back and gently combed Li Su's hair and held it in his palm.

Li Su's back arched and collapsed, and his movements were ups and downs.

After several times, it gradually calmed down. Xu Shen took the tissue to Li Su's hand and took a few sheets of tissue and handed them to Li Su.

"Thank you." Li Su still buried her head. After vomiting, her vision finally stopped having countless overlapping shadows. She looked at the young body in front of her, and her eyes unconsciously followed his abdominal muscles vaguely visible under the wet fabric, all the way down to his strong waist and tight legs in full trousers.

Huh - Li Su breathed a sigh of relief. She took a few clean tissues and wiped Xu Shen's clothes. "I'm sorry."

The force was clear and measured, and obviously stronger than before. After vomiting, her consciousness was slowly returning. Xu Shen had the urge to flee.

"No need to wipe it." He stepped back a few steps, staring at Li Su's every move. Instinct drove him and enveloped him.

Li Su tried to look up, but saw the shadow falling on him swaying. The man pulled the corner of his clothes, crossed his arms and stretched them neatly. The shadow was sharp, and the shadow did not lie, exposing pieces of uncovered muscles. The inverted triangle figure was like an ideal sculpture.

The burgundy shirt was thrown into Li Su's field of vision frivolously.

Li Su blushed and buried her head again, pretending to be busy wiping the marks on the sheets.

She was very timid, and felt that this act of surrender was a bit embarrassing. She laughed dryly twice without any context, and abruptly, like a fool, said nonsense: "Are your pants wet too?"

As soon as the words fell, Li Su's face turned red again, and so did Xu Shen's.

But Li Su didn't feel any regret. She was faintly proud and excited, and felt that she had fought back appropriately.

Very good. Li Su thought so.

"Puff--" The next moment, the two of them laughed out loud at the same time.

"Haha..." Li Su laughed more and more unscrupulously.

She didn't understand the life of this male model. She thought strangely in her heart: at least at this moment, they were as innocent as the new recruits who were in a mess for the first time.

Li Su's laughter dispelled the restlessness and embarrassment in Xu Shen's heart. He unscrewed a bottle of water again, handed the water to Li Su, let Li Su hold it steadily, and then stepped back and reminded: "Rinse your mouth."

"Uh-huh." Li Su nodded obediently, held the saliva in his mouth, and let the water swirl in his mouth. From inside to outside, from left to right.

Spit it out, continue, spit it out, and continue.

The taste in her mouth gradually faded, and after a long period of calm, the man above her head spoke again.

In a low, affirmative tone, almost bewitching, he said: "I'll go wash first."

"Poof——" Li Su couldn't help but spit it out, and her shoulders shook spinelessly.

What? No way? Li Su looked at the tissues in the trash can and was terrified. She felt as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing on her neck, making her unable to raise her head.

Thinking of "floating in ecstasy", "top brand? This is good", and the words just now "your pants are wet too..."

Li Su's cheeks flushed, but the man's steps gradually faded away.

Li Su raised her head vigilantly and saw the back from bottom to top, long legs, strong and firm muscles, white skin like jade, the man was shirtless, walking towards the bathroom.

What a good figure. It's not impossible.

No... Li Su shook her head in panic until the yellow waste in her mind was completely shaken off.

The noises in my ears continued, the bathroom door was closed, and soon, the sound of the shower came.

The water splashed and made a sound, some impactful, some light, and revealed the movement.

The misty warmth gradually spread out, exuding a faint soap fragrance.

10...9...8...

"Fuck!" Li Su suppressed her voice and shouted very softly. The next second, she crawled down from the bed, hurried to put on her shoes and find her bag.

Almost like running for her life, she rushed out a few steps with sweat all over her forehead and oiled her feet.

But it was not smooth. It was like stepping on cotton and silky fabric.

At first, I thought it was the alcohol that had not dissipated, but the slight feeling of tightening on the instep made her look down hurriedly, and then she saw the dark red sleeve wrapped around her shoe.

The steps stopped abruptly.

The palms clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again.

In the end, she still wanted to save face, so she turned around, picked up the pencil on the table, and wrote a line of words on the paper.

Because the wording was rough, Li Su even erased a few glaring expressions and changed them to something else in a tactful way.

After writing, Li Su took out her wallet, pointed and scanned it with her fingers. It was true that she didn't have much money, but she still had some.

RMB of different denominations, as well as Hong Kong dollars, US dollars, and super large Thai baht that she hadn't had time to exchange, a stack that was neither too thin nor too thick, not a small amount.

Anyway... it would definitely be enough to buy another shirt.

Li Su took out all of them, put them on the paper, and held them down steadily with a water cup.

She didn't understand the rules of the underworld. But she could abide by her rules.

After she finished, Li Su stood up again, took only one step, and she paused for a second again.

She didn't hesitate for too long, her eyes were almost firm, and she squatted down at the speed of a sneak attack, rolled the shirt into a ball around her arm, and quickly stuffed it into the deepest part of the canvas bag.

The thief raised his hand to her shoulder, and she stood up with her arms clasped together. This time, she ran away completely and desperately.

Walking into the brightly lit corridor, Li Su left without looking back, taking two steps at a time, and her feet wanted to kick out sparks.

The soft carpet concealed all the sounds, and her ears were too quiet. The bag was tightly clenched in the palm of her hand. The luxurious lights shone on the dusty Li Su, illuminating her pale heart. It was not

until she hid in the elevator and pressed the close button that Li Su had the courage to turn her head.

The elevator door slowly closed. She looked at the corridor outside the elevator and saw the unopened door and no one.

In the silence, she saw her own shadow in the reflection of the elevator.

Clear, embarrassed. Her spirit was very depressed.

She stared blankly, trying to think of something, and was unexpectedly immersed for a long time.

"Ding--" She heard the elevator prompt sound, and felt that this time the downstairs seemed unusually slow. She hurriedly looked up and saw an unexpected number.

"5?" She subconsciously looked at the number keys, only to find that she had forgotten to press the 1st floor.

So, after such a long time, after such chaos, she escaped, but she was still there, as if waiting.

Li Su's throat tightened, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

The door slowly opened, and a tall figure appeared.