After dropping everyone off at the hotel, Shang Yan put his arm around Zhou Ping's shoulder and asked with some confusion, "We haven't had any drinks, shall we go for a drink?"
“No,” Zhou Ping shook his head, pulling Shang Yan toward the room. “You can’t drink alcohol. Go back to sleep.”
"But they all drank it, why can't I?" Shang Yan stood there with his arms outstretched and fell directly onto Zhou Ping, who practically dragged him along.
Holding the room key and dragging Shang Yan along, Zhou Ping moved step by step toward the room.
"No means no... What if he gets drunk?" He rejected the unreasonable request from the little shark, opened the door to the room, and pushed Shang Yan inside.
"It's very late, go to sleep!"
Shang Yan lost his balance and was pushed forward. Zhou Ping quickly reached out and pulled him into his arms before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Can't sleep. Do I have to go to battle again tomorrow?"
"Every time we watch Qiye and the others fight, the two of us just stand by and watch, it's not exciting at all!"
"I don't want to train with them anymore. Tonight, contact all the other team captains and talk to them..."
After Shang Yan was pulled into Zhou Ping's arms, his mouth never stopped.
After turning on the room light, Zhou Ping sighed softly and pulled Shang Yan into the bathroom.
He rummaged around for a bit, found a disposable paper cup and toothbrush, squeezed out some toothpaste and handed it to Shang Yan, then took one for himself and started brushing his teeth.
Shang Yan, holding a toothbrush, stood behind Zhou Ping and kept talking.
"Don't sleep tonight, go talk to them!"
After washing his face, Zhou Ping said helplessly, "Ye Fan said that I have to negotiate with them in person..."
Doesn't he want to just send a message on his phone? If only it were that simple.
He no longer needs to bring Shang Yan out in public.
"Then you should meet them all tonight!" Shang Yan said angrily, handing a dry towel to Zhou Ping, who had just finished washing his face.
Zhou Ping took the towel and carefully wiped his face. "That won't work either... We need to find them one team at a time and discuss it with them. How can we meet them all in one night?"
Are we supposed to wake up Qi Ye and the others, who are already drunk and asleep, and make them fight three squads in one night?
He stepped aside to make room for Shang Yan to wash up. Shang Yan went over and splashed water on his face, scrubbing it vigorously. "This won't work, that won't work!"
"Be gentle, you've made his face red." Zhou Ping stood behind Shang Yan and gently patted his head. "Actually, we won't be here for long. After we finish taking care of Qi Ye and the others, we'll probably have other missions."
"...It seems that peaceful days are indeed rare." After brushing his teeth, Shang Yan washed his face thoroughly.
After taking the dry towel from Zhou Ping, he walked out first with his hands behind his back.
"Why……"
"Don't sigh, it's nothing serious, just a little busier than before," Zhou Ping said, offering words of comfort as he rarely saw Shang Yan with a worried expression.
"Want to take a shower? Want to take a shower? We haven't showered yet!" Shang Yan was worried, but his worries were gone just as quickly. The next second, he started unbuttoning his shirt right in front of Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping silently turned around and took two steps back. He didn't forget to emphasize, "Shang Yan, how many times have I told you? You can't do this!"
"Oh...oh?" Shang Yan had just taken off his shirt when he turned his head to look at him in confusion. "Why are you blushing? It's not like I've never taken my shirt off before."
Zhou Ping:......
"But you can't... you can't just strip them off like that!" He covered his eyes with his right hand.
"Hey, this time it wasn't outside, I took it off inside the house, why are you so nosy?" Shang Yan said, half-closing his eyes, jumping forward and reaching out to unbutton Zhou Ping's shirt.
Zhou Ping's dark eyes widened, and then he was so frightened that he quickly took several steps back. "No way! You can unbutton your own clothes, but why are you unbuttoning mine too?"
He reached out and pressed down on Shang Yan's hand that was gripping his collar, unsure whether to look up or down.
"Look at you, unbuttoning two buttons is like it's going to kill you. When we were lying together, you weren't this distant!" Shang Yan continued to make startling remarks, each word deepening the blush on Zhou Ping's face.
Zhou Ping: ...Can these be the same?
"I'll wait until you're done washing before I wash," he said, blushing for a while before finally uttering this dry and unconvincing statement.
"Go take a shower quickly, there's no more hot water in a bit..."
Shang Yan stared at him for a while. "The hotel will have its water cut off?"
"Hmm!" Although he didn't know when the water would be cut off, saying it like that was the right thing to do.
Shang Yan, stop harping on him and go wash up.
Shang Yan actually believed it.
He grabbed Zhou Ping's hand anxiously, "No, we need to finish washing quickly."
“Let’s wash together,” he said seriously, as if solving some century-old problem, and pushed Zhou Ping into the tub.
Zhou Ping:? !
Oh no, has he dug his own grave this time?
...
"No wonder you weren't with me. You didn't just do that, did you?" Shang Yan looked down at me with some hesitation, then quickly looked up, pretending nothing had happened.
Zhou Ping:......
Sometimes I really want to escape.
But it just so happens that Shang Yan always sees it at these times.
He silently turned his back, counting silently in his mind.
"I've already said we can't be together." After a long silence, accompanied by the sound of flushing water, Zhou Ping said softly, "We're outside now... not at home..."
"Huh? What did you say?" Shang Yan turned off the shower and looked up in confusion. "I didn't hear you clearly."
Zhou Ping stared at Shang Yan with a complicated expression, looking quite aggrieved. His dark eyes were moist, as if they were filled with tears.
"I want to get out." I really can't stay here any longer.
You can see it, but you can't have it.
They were also forced to listen to Shang Yan babbling incoherently.
He was about to explode, not only psychologically, but also physically.
"You haven't showered yet, and you won't be able to shower when the water is turned off!" Shang Yan handed the showerhead to Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping:......
It gives me the feeling that I've shot myself in the foot.
He stared at Shang Yan through the hazy mist, unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
“Yan Yan…” He looked at Shang Yan quietly with his eyes that held a hint of grievance.
"Huh? I've already given you the showerhead, what more do you want?" Shang Yan didn't know why Zhou Ping was looking at him with such a wronged expression.
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