Tong Juan felt that there would never be a more embarrassing moment in his life than right now.
The floor tiles were cold under him, and the places that were hit were swollen, painful, and hot. The shower was still on, and his freshly washed hair was blown back to its original shape. Tong Juan tried to stand up with his hands, but his whole back hurt when he moved, and it hurt so much that tears came out of his eyes.
He was more sensitive to pain than normal people. In desperation, Tong Juan could only ask Pei Siran for help and pulled the bath towel to cover his body before Pei Siran came in.
Thinking that they would have to be roommates for another three or four months, Tong Juan wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have come to this show. If he hadn't come, he wouldn't have to blow the cold wind. If he didn't blow the cold wind, he wouldn't want to take a bath. If he didn't take a bath, he wouldn't fall down...
Woo, he missed his home in N City so much. The bathroom was not slippery at all, unlike here, where it felt like ice skating.
The despair in Tong Juan's heart reached its peak the moment Pei Siran stood at the door.
[Host, look at it more positively. We are all men. What are you afraid of? ] The system consoled.
Tong Juan: But I haven’t even looked at my own body many times.
system:【……】
"Are you okay?" Pei Siran looked at the disheveled Tong Juan. He immediately turned off the water, and then looked at the snow-white body on the ground, not knowing where to start.
It was not the first time that Pei Siran had seen someone naked. When he was a trainee overseas, the toilet and bathroom were shared by everyone in the dormitory. However, there had never been such a time when his heart beat faster than it did now. Although he knew it was inappropriate to look, he could not help but glance up.
"Can you carry me to the bed?" Tong Juan's face was red as blood, and his voice was so small that even the sound of the water dripping from the shower was louder than his. "Or you can carry me out. I really can't move. It hurts so much."
Even though she had prepared herself in her heart for a long time and told herself to be strong, when she opened her mouth, Tong Juan couldn't help but act coquettishly, and her tone was as soft as if it had been softened by water.
"Where does it hurt?" Pei Siran frowned.
"It hurts everywhere." Tong Juan sniffed pitifully. His back hurt a lot, and his butt hurt even more than his back, but he didn't dare to say it.
Pei Siran resigned himself to his fate and bent down to pick up Tong Juan. He was lighter than he had imagined. Tong Juan looked thin, but he felt unusually good in his hands and had a strong peach scent.
At that moment, Pei Siran thought he was holding a big peach in his arms. The smooth flesh was plump and juicy, making people want to take a bite.
"Wait, wait a minute." When he was about to walk out of the bathroom, Tong Juan, who had been pretending to be dead in Pei Siran's arms, called him and his red face appeared from the bath towel, "Is the camera covered?"
The dormitories had just been assigned, so the cameras must have been on. But if he was carried out like this, Tong Juan felt that he really didn't need to stay in the entertainment industry.
"Sorry." Pei Siran said in a low voice, put Tong Juan on the sink, and went outside to get a piece of clothing to cover the camera.
While Pei Siran was out, Tong Juan tried hard to reach the pajamas hanging on the hanger on the wall at the door, and put on his shirt while enduring the pain. Just putting on a shirt made him break out in cold sweats again. Fortunately, his pajamas were large in size, and the shirt could cover his thighs, which was much better than wrapping himself in a bath towel.
"It's done, don't worry."
Pei Siran came back quickly. He had just taken a sweatshirt and hung the hat directly on the camera. It would not fall off unless there was an earthquake.
He was also drenched in water, with a few strands of his golden hair wet. He was a little upset because he forgot to cover the camera. He stood by the sink and looked over, like a golden retriever that was drenched in the rain but afraid of being scolded.
Tong Juan suddenly wasn't so afraid of him anymore.
It’s strange, I always thought this man was fierce when I met him before, but at this moment I felt that Pei Siran was different from what he thought, and even had a sense of familiarity.
It's not like it's the first time we meet.
But it was impossible for him to have known Pei Siran before this. Tong Juan thought he was overthinking it, lowered his head and whispered to him: "I want to go back to bed."
From Pei Siran's perspective, he could only see Tong Juan's pink neck and red ears. A few drops of water dripped from the ends of his black hair and flowed down the back of his neck into his collar.
"good."
Pei Siran pretended he saw nothing and carried Tong Juan to the bedside.
As soon as Tong Juan got on the bed, he rolled up the quilt and wrapped himself up like a silkworm cocoon. "Since I gave you such a big gift, can you do me one last favor?"
"What's the matter?"
Tong Juan: "My pajamas are still hanging in the bathroom..."
Pei Siran nodded.
"Also..." Tong Juan spoke again cautiously, "Can you put the bath towel back for me? It's too wet and will dirty the bed."
Pei Siran nodded again.
The silkworm pupa on the bed moved, and a white hand stretched out from under the quilt. The wide sleeves of its pajama were bunched together, revealing a white wrist. A wet bath towel was slung on that slender wrist.
Pei Siran took it, and a familiar peach scent immediately entered his nostrils. He was really curious about what Tong Juan had applied, why it smelled so good.
When he returned to the bathroom, the faint smell of peaches was still there. Tong Juan's pajamas were dark gray and hung at the door. Pei Siran put the bath towel aside and reached out to take it. A piece of white cloth fell down. When he thought of what it was, Pei Siran's face turned red again and again. He bent down to pick it up and folded it together with his pajamas.
All items related to Tong Juan seemed to be stained with the scent of peaches. The fabric in his hands was very soft, just like Tong Juan who had just stayed obediently in his arms. However, Pei Siran felt like he was holding a hot potato and could not calm down.
The bathroom must have been too hot.
Pei Siran took a deep breath, walked out of the bathroom with the clothes and put them on Tong Juan's bed. Tong Juan had already curled up in the quilt, with only a few strands of hair and her round and smooth toes showing.
"I put your clothes here." Pei Siran said, "If you have nothing else to do, I'll go to Zhong Yi's dormitory."
The few strands of hair that were exposed trembled, and a muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Okay."
Pei Siran returned to his bed, looked at the slippers on his feet, thought for a few seconds, gave up changing shoes, and went out directly in his slippers.
Zhong Yi and Chu Fangan lived in 204. Pei Siran's long legs were wearing slippers, and he walked up the stairs that Tong Juan had to climb up with difficulty very easily.
After Pei Siran knocked on the door twice, Zhong Yi's rude voice came from inside the room: "Who is it?"
Pei Siran was feeling upset, and after hearing his tone, he replied unhappily, "Your father."
"Hey, I have a bad temper." Zhong Yi opened the door and saw Pei Siran's not-so-sunny expression, and said intimidatedly, "It turns out to be my father, please come in."
"Are you having menopause again?" Chu Fangan in the room saw that Pei Siran was coming with bad intentions, put down his phone, and sat up from the bed.
"If anyone wants to update, you should do it first." Pei Siran sat down on Zhong Yi's bed and looked around. "Your room is exactly the same as ours."
"What else? One flower, one world?" Chu Fangan rolled his eyes.
Zhong Yi sat next to Pei Siran, his butt touching his, "We didn't go looking for you, but you came first. Tell me, Mr. Pei, who is your roommate?"
Pei Siran's face flashed with an unnatural look, the scene in the bathroom was still vivid in his mind. He looked irritated but actually said a name with a hint of boasting: "Tong Juan."
"What?" Zhong Yi widened his eyes and looked at Pei Siran in disbelief, "Are you so lucky?"
Pei Siran didn't say anything.
"Let's go, we'll visit your dormitory." Zhong Yi said, pulling Pei Siran's arm.
"No." Pei Siran sat on the bed without moving, "We haven't finished cleaning our room yet, why are we going?"
"Not finished cleaning? Then why are you here?"
Pei Siran licked his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment. He was afraid that Tong Juan would be embarrassed, so he found an excuse to come out. But rappers are always deceiving, and Pei Siran quickly found a reason, "I came to see where you hid your phones, and collect some of the surplus food."
The production team didn't allow them to bring their phones to the show, but that was obviously impossible. Even if they weren't artists, it was impossible for ordinary young people to leave their phones, so everyone cleverly prepared two phones, one to hand in and the other to hide.
"Keep your voice down, the camera is on." Zhong Yi was extremely tired.
"It's okay. My voice is soft and I don't have a microphone, so it can't be picked up."
Zhong Yi said "Oh" and whispered, "Hide it in the pillow."
"Aren't you nervous?"
Chu Fangan was also speechless: "Why don't you put it in a plastic bag and hide it in the toilet tank?"
Zhong Yi's eyes lit up: "That makes sense. This way I can go to the bathroom and play with my phone without having to be sneaky. That's great."
Pei Siran: “…”
Chu Fangan: “…”
"Don't play with your phone while eating." Pei Siran said.
Zhong Yi: “?”
I don’t know how long Pei Siran stayed in Room 204 before he was driven upstairs by Chu Fangan, holding a big gift bag of snacks.
When he returned, Tong Juan was still lying on the bed, but he was lying very seriously with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
"Tong Juan." Pei Siran said softly, "Are you asleep?"
Tong Juan didn't answer.
Pei Siran looked at Tong Juan's eyelashes that were shaking like a sieve, paused, pretending not to notice, and thought of teasing him, "Since you are asleep, I can only eat these snacks that Zhong Yi sent."
Tong Juan, who was "asleep" on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and asked sleepily, "What snacks? Where are they?"
The look in his eyes was much more enthusiastic than when he first met him.
Pei Siran snorted, raised his long arm, and threw the big gift bag in his hand onto the closet. Under Tong Juan's surprised gaze, he shrugged and said, "Sorry, my hands were shaking just now."
Tong Juan looked at Pei Siran who was standing beside his bed like a mountain, then looked at the wardrobe which was much taller than Pei Siran, and almost bit his teeth.
"Director!" Tong Juan shouted at the camera, which was covered by the sweatshirt but whose receiver was not blocked, "I'm reporting someone for hiding snacks!"
Pei Siran: ???
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