Lin Fengqi was hit by the shower. It hit his head.

Wen Xia stared at his pitiful appearance with red eyes for a long time, then took a deep breath and picked up the shower. The water from the shower was cool, and when he looked again, he saw that the switch was on the cold water side.

"..."

So this drunkard was splashed with cold water and knocked the shower over and hit himself?

Wen Xia turned off the shower, hung it back up, and looked at Lin Fengqi who was still squatting on the ground: "Stand up first."

Lin Fengqi: "It hurts."

Wen Xia closed his eyes: "...Don't look at me like that."

Lin Fengqi: "?"

Wen Xia sighed, repeated several times in his mind to be pure and desireless, squatted down and said: "Take your hands away, let me see."

The shower didn't sober Lin Fengqi up a little, which showed that he really drank a lot and was very drunk.

He took his hand off his forehead, Wen Xia lifted his bangs, and found a red spot on the corner of his forehead. When touched, Lin Fengqi frowned immediately, but said nothing.

Perhaps because it was Wen Xia who touched him, he would not cry out in pain.

"It's okay as long as the skin is not broken," Wen Xia stood up, "You take a shower first, and I'll apply medicine for you after you're done."

Lin Fengqi responded in a husky voice and stood up. He swayed a little when he stood up, and Wen Xia was so scared that she hurried to help him.

The man was shirtless, and Wen Xia's palms were pressed against his skin without any obstruction. His body was also wet by the shower, and the cool water dripped down and seeped into the seams between his palms. Others dripped down the ends of his hair, slid down along his cheeks, slowly crawled over his neck, crawled over his knife-like collarbone, and finally came to a shallow undulating chest and abdomen hill.

Finally, it buried itself in the slightly loose waist and pants, turning into a circle of dark water marks at the edge.

The belt buckle was open, hanging loosely on the pants.

Wen Xia's Adam's apple rolled, and the suppressed heat showed signs of awakening.

He hurriedly let go of his hand, paused, and asked him: "You...are going to take a shower like this?"

Lin Fengqi tilted his head with misty eyes, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"...You take a shower with your pants on?" Wen Xia was speechless.

Lin Fengqi looked down, let out a soft "ah", and was about to take off his pants belatedly.

"Wait a minute," Wen Xia held his hand, "I'll go out before you take off your clothes."

Wen Xia said, turned around and switched the shower to the hot water side, and quickly left the bathroom.

He was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would not be able to resist and have sex with Lin Fengqi.

After all, he now looked so... easy to bully.

Wen Xia was calm outside, and mediated the conflict between the cats and dogs. There were no more strange sounds in the bathroom. Not long after, Lin Fengqi came out of the bathroom with misty hot air.

He changed into clean home clothes, and his face, which was already slightly drunk, was stained with layers of light red by the water vapor. With mist in his eyes, he called out as he came out: "Wen Xia."

"Living room, come here." Wen Xia responded.

Lin Fengqi slowly moved over and sat down next to Wen Xia. Although most of the hair had been washed off, the lingering smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of shower gel and rushed over in a wave of hot air.

He very consciously lifted his bangs, and the corner of his forehead that was previously red from being hit was now even redder.

"It hurts." He said.

Wen Xia: "Hand."

Lin Fengqi stretched out his hand.

Wen Xia slapped the ice pack into his hand: "Apply it."

The ice pack was wrapped in a small thin towel, and it was still bone-chilling, much more stimulating than cold water. He shuddered, not knowing whether it was because of the stimulation that he was a little sober, and was stunned for a moment.

Wen Xia raised her chin towards his forehead and repeated: "Apply it."

Lin Fengqi's eyes soon became blank again. He said "hmm" and put the ice pack wrapped in a towel on his forehead.

"Apply it for half an hour first." Wen Xia said.

Lin Fengqi was very obedient. Wen Xia got up and took a shower. He kept the same posture as before, but changed his hand.

Wen Da'e was actually dozing off on his legs with his eyes half closed. He held the ice pack in one hand and stroked Wen Da'e's soft fur with the other hand. He was very serious, and the love in his eyes was about to overflow. Looking at Ah Moo, he was also paralyzed beside him, sleeping like a dead pig.

Wen Xia wiped his hair and walked over: "I didn't expect Wen Da'e to like you so much." Hearing

his voice, Lin Fengqi seemed to be startled and withdrew his hand in panic, like a child who had done something wrong.

Wen Xia: "?"

"Why are you panicking?" he asked.

Lin Fengqi hesitated: "I touched your cat without your consent..."

Wen Xia was surprised: "It's not the first time."

Ever since Wen Da'e and Ah Moo could live in harmony, Lin Fengqi would often stroke Wen Da'e. Whenever this happened, Ah Moo would get jealous and rush over to push Wen Da'e away, causing Wen Da'e to turn around and beat him.

What's more, Wen Xia often hugged Ah Moo and rubbed his head angrily, so why would he ask for consent?

Lin Fengqi was stunned when he heard this, looked at him, then looked at the cat on his lap that was squinting and snoring, and admitted his mistake: "I touched it secretly..."

How could this happen? Wen Xia raised his eyebrows: "When?"

"Just before..." Lin Fengqi thought hard, "In your room."

Wen Xia recalled that the number of times Lin Fengqi entered his room was very few, no, it can be said that it was only twice. The first time was the first day he moved in, and Lin Fengqi helped him assemble a computer desk in the room. The second time was when the water heater in the bathroom of his room had a problem and he came to help fix it.

That should be the second time.

He remembered that when he repaired the water heater, when he came back to the room after taking a shower, Lin Fengqi looked a little unnatural, and he even held the screwdriver upside down. At that time, Wen Da Pigeon was playing with the tool box there, and Lin Fengqi asked him to take the cat away with a stern face.

Based on Lin Fengqi's undisguised love for cats in his diary, Wen Xia is now certain that he really did have an affair with his son Wen Da'e.

Is this man so honest when he's drunk? He blurts out everything.

Wen Xia got interested, wiped her hair twice, took off her towel and sat down beside him: "Then let me ask you, if you have to choose between a cat and a dog, which one would you choose?"

After his father sat down, Wen Dazhu rebelled in an instant and ran to Wen Xia's legs, purring and stepping on the milk, feeling more comfortable than on Lin Fengqi's legs. Wen Xia was very satisfied with his rebellious son's performance and hugged his Dazhu in his arms.

Then he heard Lin Fengqi answer seriously: "You."

... This damn heartbeat.

Wen Xia coughed lightly and said, "There is no third option."

Lin Fengqi: "You."

Wen Xia: "...It's to let you choose between a cat and a dog."

Lin Fengqi: "You." Wen

Xia: "..."

But when he said this, he looked at her motionlessly, with a serious expression as if he was proposing to her - but he had already proposed a long time ago, and he was not so serious when he proposed.

Wen Xia's face flushed.

Wine is really good.

But it's also really too good.

Lin Fengqi had been speaking coldly for so long, but after getting drunk, he completely turned into the little sweetheart who wrote in the diary. Wen Xia really didn't expect the impact to be so great.

He was afraid that Lin Fengqi had said all the nice things in his life in one night. What if

he had nothing to say in the future? "You... don't stare at me like that." Wen Xia said.

"Why?"

The person who asked why was the other way around.

Wen Xia said, "It's easy to get into trouble."

Lin Fengqi was puzzled.

Wen Xia stretched out his hand to change the subject: "Okay, give me the ice pack."

The ice pack was applied for almost half an hour, and the redness was still red, but the swelling was slightly reduced. Wen Xia found the plaster for external application from the medicine box and asked him, "Should I help you apply it or do it yourself?"

Lin Fengqi stretched out his hand, Wen Yan thought about it for a while, took it back, and said, "You help me."

Is this smart or stupid.

Wen Xia deliberately said, "I'll get you a mirror, you can wipe it yourself in front of the mirror."

Lin Fengqi's eyebrows drooped, and he said sullenly, "No."

"Why?"

He threw the why back.

Lin Fengqi said, "It doesn't hurt this way."

Wen Xia reached out and touched his forehead.

Lin Fengqi's long eyelashes trembled, and he resisted the urge to frown.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Wen Xia asked.

"...It doesn't hurt." Lin Fengqi said.

Wen Xia looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly exerted a little force with his index finger.

"Hiss——" The eyebrows that had been struggling for a long time finally twisted together heavily, and the whole person subconsciously dodged backwards.

Wen Xia's finger chased after him: "Don't you say it doesn't hurt?"

Lin Fengqi looked aggrieved, pursed his lips and said nothing, just stepped back to express his unwillingness.

Seeing him like this, Wen Xia wanted to bully him, so he started to play a trick on him and chased after him again.

Lin Fengqi hid again -

Ah Moo, who was sleeping on the other side, was awakened by the constantly squeezed space and sat up. Before it could move to the corner next to the armrest, its owner had lost his balance and fell backwards, scaring it to jump off the sofa.

Wen Xia also couldn't find a support point in his panic, and couldn't control himself from falling on Lin Fengqi. Wen Dayu, who was on his lap, was knocked to the ground by him and cried twice in dissatisfaction.

They both fell on the sofa.

The world suddenly became quiet.

This was not the first time such an accident happened. It was the same last time. It was just that he was on the ground that time, but this time he moved to a more comfortable place.

Wen Xia supported himself on the side of Lin Fengqi with both hands, and the shadow he cast enveloped the person under him.

His hair was not completely dried, so it hung down. A drop of water fell on Lin Fengqi's face and slowly slid down.

Wen Xia watched the small drop of water rolling down, and the scene in the bathroom before suddenly appeared in his mind.

Lin Fengqi stared at him in a daze.

After a few seconds, he raised his hand and slowly inserted his five fingers into Wen Xia's wet hair. Wrapped in the cool wetness, his hands were soaked with water.

"Wet." He said.

It was just two ordinary words, but Wen Xia suddenly felt his lower abdomen tighten. An itchy feeling slowly climbed up his throat, and he couldn't help swallowing it down, causing his Adam's apple to roll heavily.

"Nonsense," he heard his own voice tinge with imperceptible hoarseness, "Of course your hair is wet after you wash it."

Taking his hand out of his hair, Lin Feng said "oh", especially well-behaved.

He stared at the water-stained palms for a while, then gently sniffed his fingertips and said, "It smells good."

Wen Xia's Adam's apple rolled again: "...whose shampoo doesn't smell good?"

Lin Fengqi seemed to like the smell, and raised his hand to touch his hair again, as if he had found some toy.

Soon the fingertips were covered with shiny water stains.

"Stop playing around." Wen Xia whispered, but inexplicably didn't want to get up.

The drunk Lin Fengqi really listened to him and stopped playing if he said he didn't want to play.

There was only a hint of disappointment between his brows.

Wen Xia asked him, "It's just hair, is it so funny?"

Lin Fengqi shook his head and said, "Because it's your hair."

"..."

Wen Xia looked at him steadily and asked, "Do you like me so much?"

The man under him nodded without hesitation.

Wen Xia pursed his lips and asked a question that always concerned him: "Then why did I pursue you so hard back then, but you were indifferent?"

He read Lin Fengqi's diary and knew that Lin Fengqi also liked him at the time, so why didn't he react?

Lin Fengqi looked at him blankly, as if he was digesting his words, and then his expression became more and more confused.

He was as confused as in a dream: "You...pursued me?"

The author has something to say:

Look, Xia Xia is so much like the one above.

Even he himself thinks so.