After finally finishing the sit-ups, Lu Xinghuai broke out in sweat, and Meng Huo also broke out in sweat.

Lu Xinghuai unscrewed a bottle of sports drink, sweat slipping down his Adam's apple.

From the corner of his eye, he found Meng Huo stunned in place, looking dizzy from heat. He chuckled curiously, his voice hoarse after exercising: "Are you hot? Why are you sweating so much?"

Lu Xinghuai was sweating because he had done sit-ups for more than an hour. It was understandable, but Meng Huo's heart was burning, his mouth was dry, and he was hot from the inside out.

"Do you want to take a bath together?"

Lu Xinghuai's tone was so flat that he seemed to be saying, "It's a good night tonight."

"...Okay." Meng Huo was dizzy from the burning of his heart, and nodded in a daze, only halfway through the nod did he realizewhat the hell!

Together?!

This is not appropriate!

Meng Huo was in a complicated mood, and silently followed behind Lu Xinghuai.

There were two voices arguing in his heart, one voice said that this was not acceptable, and the other voice argued that it was no big deal for two big men to take a bath together.

If Meng Huo hadn't entered the entertainment industry, he would be in college at his current age. It's normal for a group of big men to take a bath together in a college bathhouse.

Lu Xinghuai opened a door, and Meng Huo realized belatedly that there was a hidden door in the gym. After opening it, there was a hole in the back, which connected to the changing room, sauna room and a large bathroom.

The bathroom not only has a shower, but also a right-angle fan-shaped bathtub built around the corner.

Meng Huo suddenly realized, complex emotions flashed through his mind.

Half relieved, half a little disappointed.

It turned out that he was thinking too much.

Washing together means washing separately and together.

Lu Xinghuai took him to the locker room first, this entire floor was used by Lu Xinghuai, even if he didn't come back often, Mother Lu sent someone to keep it as it was.

The locker in the dressing room is full of Lu Xinghuai's clothes. The clothes that are worn out of season or not often are put in transparent dustproof bags. At first glance, they are all cool-toned black, white and gray.

The red sweater he was wearing was probably the most festive one for Lu Xinghuai.

Lu Xinghuai opened one of the wardrobes, and inside were all the clothes he wore more often.

Meng Huo secretly took a breath of the light and pleasant woody fragrance in the closet, feeling that he was somewhat abnormal.

Lu Xinghuai took out a white long T that was similar in style to him, and compared it to him: "You should be able to wear this one."

Meng Huo is currently living at Lu Xinghuai's house temporarily. Due to the sudden incident, when Lu Xinghuai brought him back to the old house with a fever, he didn't bring any luggage, and had to borrow others' luggage from inside to outside.

Holding his pajamas tonight, Meng Huo compared them to the full-length mirror:

He was only five or six centimeters shorter than Lu Xinghuai, and Lu Xinghuai's clothes fit him very well, except that the cuffs were a little longer, covering one-third of his palms.

Lu Xinghuai calmly handed him a pair of gray cotton shorts.

"and this."

Meng Huo suddenly opened his eyes wide, rolled up the thing with his pajamas, and wrapped it tightly.

Watch out for the impact!

Seeing the complex expression on the young man's face, Lu Xinghuai thought that he was thinking wrong again, so it was rare for him to show kindness, and explained to him: "It's new after washing."

Meng Huo breathed a sigh of relief.

That's good.

"Thank you, Teacher Lu!"

Lu Xinghuai took a long leg, turned around and walked towards the bathroom, and then walked into the shower room naturally.

He tore off the white T-shirt while walking, Meng Huo inadvertently glanced at the back, and then held his breath.

When the hem of the white T is close to the shoulder line, there is a stagnant feeling of being stretched by the muscles, and even the folds of the clothes are too good to see.

Unfortunately, good things are always fleeting.

Lu Xinghuai casually threw the changed sweatshirt into the laundry basket.

When Meng Huo blinked, the door of the shower room was slowly closed in front of his eyes.

Meng Huo smacked his lips regretfully.

up to the shower head

It was opened, and the sound of pattering water came out, and Meng Huo slowly came back to his senses.

He quickly stripped himself off and entered the water.

His chin was resting on the edge of the bathtub, which was equipped with a massage function. The warm running water stroked every muscle that was sore from his illness. Meng Huo closed his eyes comfortably and made a sound similar to a cat being massaged on the scalp.

He can't even imagine the happiness of a rich man!

Meng Huo was a little bored, so he propped his chin and looked at another living creature in this space.

The glass on three sides of the shower room is frosted, so Meng Huo is very relieved that Lu Xinghuai will never find himself peeking at him now.

So the sneak peek became even more aboveboard!

The existence of the matte layer gives birth to a kind of hazy beauty of artistic conception.

Lu Xinghuai lowered his head, and the water flowed down from the back of the slender neck all the way to the place covered by the frosted layer, and then became blurred.

Meng Huo let out a light "tsk".

Anyway, Lu Xinghuai couldn't see him, and the shower and the bathtub were so far apart, Meng Huo felt that he was okay again.

The glass is too ignorant.

Can't it be transparent with one click?!

Meng Huo was dreaming about a piece of glass, not knowing that the sound of quiet water had completely exposed him.

Lu Xinghuai suddenly turned off the shower.

Meng Huo thought he was going to come out, so he asked nervously, "What's the matter?"

"I seem to have forgotten to take the shampoo."

Lu Xinghuai made a gesture to push the door out.

Meng Huo woke up instantly, and buried himself in the water with a "swoosh".

Immortal thoughts vanished in an instant.

Lu Xinghuai paused the hand that pushed the door, and then slowly retracted it.

"I read it wrong." Lu Xinghuai's voice sounded very relaxed, almost joyful, "So it's here."

Lu Xinghuai lightly turned on the shower head again.

Meng Huo felt that although it was normal for a group of people to be in a big bathhouse, if he went to college, he must be a conservative party who bought a shower curtain and was fully armed before he dared to take a bath.

He couldn't bear even such a small stimulus, and Meng Huo couldn't imagine the impact of confronting him head-on.

Meng Huo took a pat on his face, who didn't know whether it was from the smoke or from the heat.

There was no shelter between the bathtub and the shower room, which meant that if Lu Xinghuai finished washing before him, Meng Huo would be seen.

He didn't even see Lu Xinghuai, how could Lu Xinghuai see him?!

Lu Xinghuai was almost done washing, and Meng Huo, who was not at a loss, stood up from the bath, wiped himself clean quickly, and then put on his pajamas.

The long-sleeved pajamas fit him perfectly, and the light and pleasant woody fragrance surrounded him like a three-dimensional surround.

Meng Huo started wearing that pair of underwear.

The sound of drizzling water stopped, and the rustling of changing clothes outside also suddenly stopped.

Lu Xinghuai's voice had a better texture in the bathroom with its own echo effect, making it even more deep and pleasant.

"What's wrong?"

"…fine."

Meng Huo said every word, lost his mind, and doubted his life.

He just suddenly realized...the underwear is so much bigger.

Meng Huo looked at the underwear carefully in disbelief.

He searched inside and out, but still couldn't find any trademark logo on these pants.

Lu Xinghuai didn't look like someone who would use cheap underwear, and Meng Huo couldn't comfort himself with the fact that these were counterfeit and substandard.

Meng Huo suddenly remembered that rich people like tailor-made clothes.

He gasped slightly.

If we say that he is only 5 or 6 centimeters shorter than a man, and his top fits perfectly, but his underwear is more than a little bigger than me...

What does this mean?

The self-esteem of a man who had never been hurt by this matter, when he met Lu Xinghuai, he was caught off guard and collapsed!

Meng Huo had a little luck in his arms, thinking that he could still save him.

He lifted it up fiercely and took two steps.

There is still a feeling of emptiness, chilly.

A male self-esteem that was trying to compare was pressed to the ground and rubbed hard.

Meng Huo had no choice but to comfort himself.

It must not be his problem.

He is a standard qualified product.

Lu Xinghuai was the unqualified one.

In the factory, they will be taken away for centralized destruction!

Because it exceeds the standard too much!

Meng Huo walked into the steam room with extremely complicated mood.

Meng Huo had never experienced a sauna before, so he was very curious and wanted to experience it.

As soon as the door of the sweat steaming room was opened, a wave of heat hit the face.

Meng Huo sat quietly on the chair for a while, feeling his limbs warmed up, but it didn't take long for the warmth to turn into heat.The pure heat is enough, the heat is still wet, which makes people almost breathless.

Meng Huo frowned, unscrewed the energy drink and took two sips.

I don't think so.

The sequelae of the fever are still there, and he will have to go out soon.

A few minutes later, Meng Huo stood up from his chair. Just as he stood up, the door was pushed open.

Lu Xinghuai, who was wearing pajamas, walked in, holding a mobile phone in his hand, making a call.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a helpless and indulgent expression appeared at the end of his eyes.

Meng Huo was stunned.

Lu Xinghuai seemed to be talking on the phone with a very important person, his narrow eyelids slightly raised, swept over him, then fell down again, and closed the door smoothly.

The contrast in attitude, the contrast between before and after, can be noticed by any individual!

This seemed to be a very important call, and the person on the other end kept talking non-stop, but Lu Xinghuai didn't show any impatience on his face.

Meng Huo frowned, feeling that something was wrong with him from the steaming, and his heart was blocked.

Meng Huo lowered his eyes, he decided to leave right now, knowingly not to disturb Lu Xinghuai!

"Mr. Lu, then I'll..."

Meng Huo's voice was low and soft, and it also turned into a wisp of smoke in the hot and foggy steam room.

Lu Xinghuai didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all, and smiled lightly, then slightly bent the corners of his lips, his deep voice was suave and flirtatious, as if with bottomless pampering.

He has never heard of it!

Lu Xinghuai said softly towards the other end of the phone:

"Well, I miss you too."