What?

Did someone speak just now?

These two sentences instantly appeared in Shan Qiye's mind, and he reacted immediately. He raised his head suddenly, and saw Qin Yimu looking sideways at him.

He straightened up immediately, supported the bedside with one hand and spun gracefully, landed lightly, and rushed to Qin Yimu in two steps. He smiled slightly and looked at him, "Did you call me at the same table?"

Qin Yimu withdrew his gaze indifferently, raised his hand and threw the towel over.

Shan Qiye didn't realize what was going on, the towel was already firmly in his hand, "same table?"

He blinked suspiciously, but at this time he could only see Qin Yimu's back from his angle.

And...that wet hair.

The moment he saw that hair, Shan Qiye had a flash of inspiration, as if Pangu had opened up the world with an axe, and immediately understood what it meant.

Shan Qiye picked up the towel and turned it around in his hand, "Wipe your hair? Don't worry, I'm super professional!"

Shaking away the towel with both hands, the left and right lengths were the same, gently placed it on Qin Yimu's head, and grabbed it twice with his hands through the towel.

The fingers pressed softly and gently, in addition to wiping the water off the hair, there was also a head massage, Shan Qiye felt that his technique was too professional, he couldn't help but leaned forward and asked: " How's it going? It's a good way!"

Without waiting for Qin Yimu to speak, Shan Qiye said cheerfully, "If it wasn't for my good grades, I would be the manager of the massage shop that is turning left on the street now."

"Oh, excellent people will shine in any industry or industry." Shan Qiye praised "tsk tsk": "I'm amazing."

Qin Yimu: "Well."

"...Did you agree with me just now?"

There was still no response to this sentence, but Shan Qiye still happily massaged his hair.

After the towel was a little wet, it was almost the same, but Shan Qiye was bored and wanted to play with his hand, and he didn't rush to let go, but instead used his fingers to measure something on his head.

While measuring and muttering, it was obviously a very close distance, but Qin Yimu just didn't hear a single word.

On the contrary, Shan Qiye has a feeling of getting more and more excited, Qin Yimu frowned: "What?"

Shan Qiye touched his nose, stretched his voice and shouted, "Same table~"

With this sound, Qin Yimu's brows became even tighter.

Shan Qiye couldn't stand it himself, he patted the numbness on his arm, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "You know that there are acupuncture points on people's bodies, right?"

"Um."

"This man has a lot of acupuncture points on his head, but everyone just doesn't care about it in daily life." As he spoke, Shan Qiye's fingers swiped across Qin Yimu's head, as if following the pattern just now. The route went again.

Suddenly, Shan Qiye stopped his hand and placed his index finger precisely on the center of his head, "Here—!"

"It's the legendary 'talking hole'."

Qin Yimu: "..."

Shan Qiye patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Don't believe me at the same table, if you press this acupuncture point, those who don't want to talk can't stop."

"On the contrary, those who like to talk will not be able to say a word."

"Just one click... eh? What are you doing at the same table?"

Before Shan Qiye could make a move, Qin Yimu stood up and pulled him, pressing him onto the chair.

"Sameuh!" Halfway through his words, he pulled down the towel and rubbed his head.

In the panic, Shan Qiye stretched out his hand to grab his hand and told him not to move, but due to his eyesight, he couldn't catch anyone by scratching with both hands for a long time, and then suddenly felt that something was delivered to his hand, he immediately Curling up his fingers, he just grabbed Qin Yimu's wrist.

——Then both of his hands were clasped by Qin Yimu's wrists and clasped together.

Shan Qiye: "..."

At the same table, you have learned badly!

Qin Yimu messed up his hair with one hand.

When he stopped, Shan Qiye looked at the 'fried hairy lion' in the mirror and didn't dare to recognize it was himself for a while.

Qin Yimu took the towel and said lightly, "Childish."

"It's not naive." Shan Qiye hugged his skinny self weakly, and slapped the table aggressively, "I'm teaching you popular science medicine. Look, you messed with my hair."

"To shut up."

"No, yes!" Shan Qiye said every word, opening his mouth wide provocatively, "Just say it."

"'Talking hole'?"

Hearing Qin Yimu's slightly suspicious words, Shan Qiye was stunned for a moment.

Just now Qin Yimu seemed to really poke at the so-called "talking hole".

Shan Qiye raised his eyes and glanced at him, the smile on his face could hardly be restrained.

I'm naive... Then why do you believe my naivety?

Chapter 23 Copying Books

"At the same table, who is naive?" Shan Qiye stood up and grabbed a towel with him relentlessly.

Qin Yimu seemed too lazy to make trouble with him, so when he saw him coming to grab it, he gave him the towel.

However, Shan Qiye's serious goal is this. He threw the towel aside and pulled Qin Yimu's sleeve, "At the same table, who is naive?"

"you."

"It's not me." Shan Qiye jumped in place, put his arm around Qin Yimu's neck to pull him down, "It's you."

Qin Yimu stood still: "It's you."

"No!" Shan Qiye grinned, "Yes..."

"us."

The voice suddenly stopped, and the words he wanted to say circled around his mouth. Shan Qiye's eyes with a particularly arrogant smile almost became two slits, "Yes, we."

are childish.

Two sixteen seven people.

Childish like a kindergarten child, childish bickering here.

Qin Yimu patted the hand on his shoulder, "Sleep."

"Don't sleep." Shan Qiye responded without a pause, "What time is it?"