Chapter 275 My Roommate is a Pervert (Twenty)
The night was dark, and the breeze made the dead leaves rustle. The shadows on the ground overlapped and swayed endlessly.
The drunkenness from the wine made the desire in her heart grow stronger and stronger. The hand on her lips was pulled down. She didn't know how this kiss started, but a kiss that revealed her heart would not end so abruptly. It would only continue to be fierce.
The palm soaked with moisture was placed on the back of Yu Huo's head, moistening the slightly hard stubble of his hair and making it soft and smooth.
The rising steam increased the temperature of the lips rubbing against each other, lengthening the rhythm of each other's breathing, making it long and hot.
Crash——
There was a sudden sound of water, but this not-so-obvious movement did not disturb the two people who were kissing so deeply that they were forgetting each other.
Skinny Bamboo Pole yawned and opened his drunken eyes, and his blurred focus began to slowly gather as time went by.
In a trance, he saw the iconic pink back of the head and half of the beautiful face covered with moisture.
"Yu, Yu Huo!"
An unclear call came, and Yu Huo's attention was divided.
The skinny guy was silent for a while, hiccuping and taking two steps forward: "What are you holding in your arms..."
When Yu Huo heard this, his long black eyelashes trembled nervously.
"Is that the legendary hot spring girl in your arms?"
Yu Huo:? ?
What hot spring girl?
Yu Huo stole a glance at the beautiful woman who was hugging him and nibbling him, and lowered his eyelashes.
This is clearly a hot spring handsome man.
The drunk skinny guy behind him was still chattering, "Wenquan girl, you, you should stop following Yu Huo and follow me."
Yu Huo: "..."
How dare you poach people right in front of him?
You are so brave!
As the skinny bamboo pole spoke, he waded through the water with staggering steps, and at the same time asked a soul-searching question: "Will you cook and weave for me while I'm out farming? Really, I, we Chinese are very good at farming. Don't go looking for an easy life, come to me..."
Who are you saying is having a good life? Your insults are too filthy!
Yu Huo couldn't help himself, reached behind him and punched hard!
A muffled groan was heard, as if something slipped into the water, accompanied by gurgling bubbling sounds.
Yu Huo was afraid that Shou Zhugan would drown, and was about to turn around when the hand pressing on the back of his head suddenly withdrew its strength and turned his head back. The next second, he felt the pain of being bitten hard on his lower lip.
He angrily reached out and pushed the person away. The young man in front of him had a hazy look in his eyes, with red at the corners of his eyes. He asked softly without any shame, "What's wrong?"
What's wrong? What's wrong? How dare you ask him what's wrong?
The skinny bamboo pole is about to drown!
His self-righteousness made Yu Huo dazed for a moment, and he thought he was making a fuss out of nothing. Fortunately, he could drink a lot of wine without getting drunk.
Yu Huo turned around and dragged the thin bamboo pole out of the water. The other party burped and smacked his lips, looking like he was about to wake up.
Jiang Feng glanced at him coldly, took the person from Yu Huo, then waved at him helplessly, and the two of them silently took the thin bamboo pole back to the room.
After entering the room, Jiang Feng threw the person on the sofa, grabbed Yu Huo's wrist and went into the bedroom.
The kissing venue moved from the hot spring to the bed, and kissing while lying down seemed to make it more convenient for each other to move.
Just as that slender hand pulled off his soaked bathrobe and was about to do something, Yu Huo yawned at an inopportune time, sank his head into the soft bedding, and said drowsily, "I'm so sleepy, don't bother me!"
Jiang Feng was drunk and unreasonably dug the man out of the quilt. Although he did not act recklessly, he kept asking, "Do you like me or Huo Yan now?"
Yu Huo's eyes were half closed, and he asked vaguely, "Who is Huo Yan?"
Although the answer was irrelevant to the question, it inexplicably pleased Jiang Feng.
Facing Yu Huo's confused yet tired eyes, Jiang Feng's heart softened. He reached out to cover Yu Huo's eyes and whispered, "It doesn't matter. He's just an idiot. Go to sleep."
Yu Huo: "..."
Forget it, he was really sleepy and too lazy to compete with Jiang Feng.
Yu Huo had a very good sleep quality. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already high above his head, and the messy bedding beside him had lost its temperature and was feeling cool.
He opened the door, greeted the skinny guy who was rubbing his head on the sofa, and then went into the bathroom.
After he tidied himself up and walked out, he saw Jiang Feng walking in with three steamers in his arms, smiling at him beautifully.
"Are you awake? Come over and eat. Xiaolongbao is ok?"
"I'm awake. Okay, sure." Yu Huo patiently answered each question. As he passed by, he called out to Shou Zhugan, "Let's go and have dinner."
Skinny Bamboo released his hand, frowned, and rubbed his stomach again, revealing a puzzled expression: "Huh? Why am I not hungry? Did I have a midnight snack after I got drunk yesterday?"
No, maybe it’s because you drank several sips of hot spring water?
Yu Huo's heart was very exciting, but he shook his head innocently: "I don't know, I was drunk too."
The thin bamboo pole was still muttering to himself: "Strange, really strange..."
Yu Huo turned his head away from him, walked to the table, took the disposable chopsticks handed to him by Jiang Feng, picked up the bun and took a bite.
The skinny guy over there smelled the aroma and came forward, thinking he would eat it if he didn't. "Is it delicious?"
Yu Huo glanced at him and took the steamer into his arms: "It's not tasty!"
Seeing this, Skinny Bamboo Pole rushed forward to grab it: "If it doesn't taste good, why are you still eating it? Let go! You ate three trays of buns by yourself, aren't you afraid of dying of stuffing..."
The two of them started to fool around for a while, but they had to admit that fighting over food was more popular than sharing it.
Even the skinny guy who wasn't hungry had a whole drawer full of food.
Over there, Jiang Feng was still eating buns politely, with a lingering smile in his eyes. Skinny Bamboo Poles leaned on the chair and asked curiously, "Did you pick up money so early in the morning? You look so happy!"
Jiang Feng lowered his eyes and twitched his lips again: "No, it's happier than picking up money."
Skinny Bamboo suddenly sat up straight. "Did he win the lottery? How much did he win?"
Jiang Feng tutted speechlessly: "Could you not be so vulgar?"
After saying this, he took out a tissue and wiped the drop of soup from the corner of Yu Huo's mouth while looking at the skinny, black question mark face. His voice was filled with strange doting: "Why are you still eating like a child?"
Skinny Bamboo Pole: “......!”
Why couldn't he understand this scene?
Thinking of this, he cast a puzzled look at the fire.
Yu Huo frowned and dodged the other person's hand. He grabbed the tissue and wiped his lips roughly: "Behave normally!"
Skinny Bamboo understood that the only one who was abnormal was Jiang Feng.
Then he looked quietly at the Pathogen. The other party seemed stunned for a moment, and his dark eyes revealed the clarity that a college student should have: "You don't like it?"
Yu Huobie started: "Who would like two grown men being so sticky?"
The skinny little chicken nodded, and Jiang Feng on the other side looked regretful: "Okay, I will pay attention next time."
Skinny Bamboo didn't understand again.
What’s going on?
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