It was too late, the cameras were off work, and they didn't follow them, leaving only the two of them alone, and Cosine was somewhat uncomfortable.

Especially in such a closed space, Shen Mang's breath was almost everywhere, seriously disturbing his mind.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and their room was very close to the elevator, just two or three steps away.

Shen Mang took out the card and swiped open the door.

Cosine hesitantly followed behind him and walked in. When he saw the big white round bed in the center, his Adam's apple slid twice and turned his head unnaturally.

Just turning around, saw the insurance and cover on the bedside table.

And it's a brand new, unopened box.

Cosine blinked uncomfortably, put down the suitcase, and changed into the hotel's disposable slippers.

"I'll go wash my hands first."

On the counter in the bathroom, the toiletries are well prepared. Cosine took a clean towel and wiped his face vigorously after getting wet.

He washed his hands for a long time before walking out. To his surprise, Shen Mang was not in the room, but on the balcony on the phone.

Seeing the tall and handsome young man pacing back and forth on the balcony, Cosine breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of Shen Mang's absence, he quickly opened his small suitcase, took out the change of clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After a hot shower, all the fatigue of the day was washed away. Cosine wiped her wet hair and came out of the bathroom in dark blue cotton pajamas.

As soon as he walked to the bedroom, he saw Shen Mang taking off his clothes.

The other party sat on the bed, bent over and took off his shirt, leaving only a pair of black trousers on his body.

Cosine coughed twice in embarrassment.

"You keep changing, I'll go to the balcony."

He walked fast, and his eyes didn't dare to stay on the man.

Shen Mang looked at the back of the fleeing figure, the corner of his mouth hooked, took off his trousers, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Cosine sat on the bed alone, turned on the TV, and picked an old movie to watch.

The glass in the bathroom is frosted, and the figures inside can be vaguely seen, and the sound of water is heard from time to time.

Cosine found that he couldn't concentrate on watching movies at all, and his eyes would always drift past, imagining the scene behind the glass.

Shen Mang took this bath for a long time, and when he came out, he only wore a towel around his waist.

His forehead was still dripping with water, but he didn't care, and his slender fingers combed back, revealing a smooth and white forehead.

He took his long legs and walked to the bed.

Although Cosine stared at the TV unblinkingly, his heart was already high, and he caught his breath when he saw him walking to the bed.

"Mr. Yu, can I trouble you to blow my hair? There seems to be sand in it, but I can't see it myself."

Cosine slowly turned his face to the side, and what came into view was a large white and thin chest. His heartbeat was a little disturbed for a while, and he quickly looked up.

"Okay, where's the hair dryer?"

Shen Mang took out the hairdryer from the drawer and handed it to him.

"You sit down first."

Cosine plugged in the hair dryer and sat the man down by the bed. At this moment, Shen Mang is like a big cat, nestling at his feet obediently, letting him stroke his hair.

Shen Mang's hair was not long, and it was blown dry in no time. Cosine got the job done and couldn't wait to put the hair dryer down.

"Hurry up and put on your pajamas. It's windy at night, so don't catch a cold."

The young man let out a low hum in his throat.

He took out the bathrobe from the closet without shy of cosine, turned his back to him, undid the towel, and put on the soft silk bathrobe.

Cosine turned off the headlights in the room, leaving only a small night light, lying down on the side of the big bed. He was afraid of touching Shen Mang, so he didn't dare to lie in the middle, and he almost curled up on the edge of the bed.

Shen Mang looked at him in the same sleeping position as Xiami, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Yu, are you not afraid of falling?"

Some joking voices rang in my ears.

Cosine knew that Shen Mang was lying down, so he subconsciously leaned against the edge of the bed again, with a firm tone, "This bed is so big, it's more than enough for two people, I'm sure I won't fall out—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt that his right leg seemed to be hanging in the air. When he almost fell, his waist tightened, and he was forced to roll over and roll into another person's arms.

"You said that you won't fall?" Shen Mang embraced his waist, staring at him with deep black eyes.

"I...that was not paying attention..." Cosine made up for himself in embarrassment.

"It's too hot, stay away from me."

He wanted to break free from Shen Mang's embrace.

However, the waist was looped even tighter.

Shen Mang's Adam's apple moved, looking at him with burning eyes, his tone was slightly hoarse, "Xiaoyu, let me kiss, okay?"

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Chapter 57

The night light at the head of the bed was still on, and the warm yellow light cast a soft outline on the young man's face.

At this time, he looked at Cosine with deep eyes, with undisguised desire and greed in his eyes.

But his face is so delicate and handsome, it neutralizes the gloomy evil spirit in him.

Cosine remembered that in the tent last night, the young man had kissed every place on his face, but he didn't touch his lips.

The pent-up thirst came out from the cracks in the bones, gnawing at his heart like a dense ant.

No, two words stuck in the throat, neither up nor down.

"If you don't speak, I will treat you as the default."

Shen Mang hooked the corner of his mouth, holding his face with his right hand, pressing his warm lips up.

Cosine's lips opened unconsciously, allowing Yu Fang to invade.

He seemed to have fallen into a deep sea, his breathing was blocked, and the oxygen he depended on for survival was gradually decreasing. He had to grab the arm of the man on him, like grabbing the only driftwood he could rely on.