"I won't know when they come back tonight."

Shen Mang handed him a bottle of orange juice and touched Cosine's dripping hair.

"Don't blow it, just go out like this?"

Cosine looked up at him, his black eyes as clear as lake water, "I'm afraid you'll wait too long."

The smile in Shen Mang's eyes deepened, his fingers passed through Cosine's hair, and finally landed on his ear, pinching lightly on his earlobe.

"Come here and let me dry you."

Chapter 51

Cosine's earlobe was very sensitive, and it turned red when he gently pinched it. He unconsciously took two steps back and leaned back against the door.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Cosine was a little embarrassed. There was still a camera in the corridor. He was really uncomfortable with Shen Mang doing such an intimate action to him.

"It's just a little effort, Mr. Yu, I won't eat you, what are you afraid of?"

Shen Mang approached step by step, with a hint of aggression in his gentle eyes.

That gaze was like a wild beast in the jungle staring at its prey. Cosine was inexplicably flustered. He twisted the doorknob of the room and walked in quickly. After confirming that the camera could not capture it, Cosine turned to look at the young man.

"Can you... don't do anything? If it's captured on camera, it's not good for your reputation."

"Sorry, I was too reckless."

Shen Mang raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, "I promise, I will only dry your hair for you, and I will do nothing else."

Seeing the sincerity of the young man's eyes, Cosine slowly put down his guard.

In fact, he didn't reject Shen Mang's approach so much, but when he thought of countless cameras facing them, he always felt strange in his heart, no matter how he behaved.

Shen Mang took the hairdryer, plugged it in, and let him sit on the chair.

It was the first time for Cosine to enjoy the treatment of others blowing his hair. Shen Mang's movements were very gentle, the air outlet of the hair dryer was some distance away from him, and the temperature of the hot air was just right. As he blows Cosine's hair, he massages his scalp with his slender fingers.

Cosine was very comfortable for him, his eyes were half closed, and he almost fell asleep.

Shen Mang looked at him with his eyes closed, his eyelashes drooping, and his head lowered a little bit, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but tick.

He held Cosine's chin, stabilized his head, and blew out the ends of his slightly damp hair before putting down the blow dryer.

"Mr. Yu, it's time to wake up."

Hearing the young man's voice in the confusion, Cosine was shocked, thinking that he had overslept, and hurriedly bounced from the seat.

"Are we late? Are we still in time?"

He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that Shen Mang was standing opposite him, folded his arms and looked at him with a half-smile.

Cosine breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he just took a nap and didn't miss anything important.

"Let's go, Mr. Yu, we can go to the skydiving base."

Shen Mang's tone was pleasant, obviously looking forward to the next journey.

On the way to the base, he drove the car. Because there was no lunch break, Cosine kept fighting with his upper and lower eyelids. In the end, he couldn't bear it, so he slept on the road.

When he woke up, Shen Mang had already driven his car to the skydiving base. As soon as the two entered, a professional coach came up to teach them how to wear protective gear.

Cosine doesn't think that he is afraid of heights. He has been on planes many times in his last life, but when he really wants to get on a parachute helicopter, he still feels a little more apprehensive.

Seeing him standing in front of the cabin door, hesitating, Shen Mang seemed to see something, he stepped forward and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, there's also me, I'll dance with you later."

Cosine tried his best to restrain the tension in his heart and showed him a smile.

"I'm not afraid. I've never jumped an umbrella before. I think it's quite interesting. I just gave it a try today."

Just after finishing the big talk, Cosine's legs trembled a little as soon as he got on the plane. When the helicopter rose to an altitude of almost 10,000 meters, his whole face turned white.

"Mr. Yu, take it easy, you look too nervous."

The following camera saw his concern, and smiled to comfort him, "You don't have to worry, our activity is very safe. Every year, tens of thousands of people skydive at the base, and there has been no accident."

When it comes to the word accident, Cosine's face is even worse.

After almost dying once, he seems to be more reluctant to die than before.

"Mr. Yu, don't be afraid. Look, isn't the scenery below beautiful?"

Hearing Shen Mang's voice, Cosine took a deep breath and looked out the window.

Only then did he discover that the place where they parachuted was actually by the sea.

There are not many clouds in the sky today, and the most famous sunset beach in this area can be seen through the thin clouds. The azure sea water is like the purest paint, and the blue color makes people particularly fascinated.

The oasis in the middle of the sea is like a crystal clear emerald, embedded in the endless blue.

Looking at the oil painting-like beauty in front of him, Cosine was lost for a moment.

"Aren't you afraid at all?" he asked Shen Mang.

The youth and the skydiving instructor behind him had already put on protective gear, and were writing something on their arms with a marker pen.

Shen Mang put down his pen, raised his head and looked at him, "I heard that the moment you skydive, you will feel weightless. It's like falling from a high altitude, I've never experienced it before. I'm actually looking forward to that feeling more than fear. , Only when you are on the verge of death will you feel that your life is very precious."

After Shen Mang finished speaking, he raised his arm again, pressed his hands together into fists, and showed Cosine the text on the back of his hand.

"What did you write?"

Cosine leaned over curiously, and when he saw the four words, his heart was shocked, and he couldn't say anything.

What was written on Shen Mang's right arm was: Live to death.

The hatch had been opened, the sound of the propeller spinning was particularly harsh, and the gusty wind blew in, making the clothes of several people rattle.