After time travel

If you can hide the reaction in your heart, it will be difficult for your body to react.

Wang Shu was pulled up from the ground by Yang Yan, his eyes drifted away, and he never looked at him.

Yang Yan didn't notice it, because he himself was not too different from Wang Shu.

The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

It was Wang Shu who broke the deadlock first, "I'm sweating, I want to take a bath, you can do it yourself."

Yang Yan's originally calm mood was suddenly shaken out.

He likes to visit Shu in the shower.

"Okay, I'll play with Wangwang." Yang Yan lowered his head, picked up the rattling toy radish on the sofa, put it in his palm and squeezed it twice.

Hearing the sound, Wang Wang, who had just been pumped by the big shoe sole, lost his memory instantly, and ran towards Yang Yan wagging his tail.

When Wang Shu walked into the bathroom, Yang Yan straightened his waist and let out a long sigh of relief. His eyes couldn't help but look at the translucent door of the bathroom.

Of course, the bathroom in Wangshu's house is big enough, and the direction near the door is the washbasin, so Yang Yan won't see anything.

Even so, listening to the sound of dripping water inside was enough to make his mouth dry.

Across a door, full of evil fantasies, this is simply the behavior of a pervert.

He might not last long...

The fire in Yang Yan's body ignited and extinguished, extinguished and ignited again, and finally gradually stabilized, but the people in the bathroom wanted to add fuel to the fire.

"Yang Yan!"

"Hmm..." Yang Yan's voice was deep and hoarse due to the tossing and turning of the fire, and the ending sound was slightly tender and lingering.

But Wangshu didn't hear, "Are you outside?"

Yang Yan raised his voice and responded, "I'm here."

"Help me take off my pajamas! It's in the closet." I was so anxious that I even forgot to take my pajamas.

Yang Yan walked into his room, opened the cabinet, and inside was another mess of clothes.

Hey……

He rummaged through the pile of clothes for a long time before he found Wang Shu's pajamas. Yang Yan held it in his hand, and a charming thought flashed through his mind.

He smiled, buried his pajamas deeper, and took a pair of blue shorts and white half sleeves.

Yang Yan walked to the door of the bathroom, the glass door opened a small gap, and the refreshing smell of mint shower gel rushed in, making Yang Yan a little dazed. A white hand stretched out from the door, with a crystal clear Drops of water, "Give it to me."

"Ah...here, I didn't find the pajamas, is this okay?"

Wang Shu wears pajamas just because of Lin Hong. Now that Lin Hong is not at home, it doesn't matter what he wears.

Taking a bath is really strenuous. Wang Shu put on shorts and a T-shirt, put a white towel around his neck, and walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair.

Yang Yan was already sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room to play with Wangwang, he obediently lowered his head and did not visit Shu.

There were still drops of water hanging on Wang Shu's body, and the air conditioner was on in the room, so it was a bit cold. He walked around Yang Yan with bare feet, walked to the French window, and stretched out his hand to adjust the temperature.

The boy in his early years has straight and slender legs, his hips are plump and upturned, the sunlight outside the window penetrates through his light clothes, his slender and soft waist seems to have turned into a shadow, hidden in the hazy white mist, the beautiful lines are like the crescent moon The radian is worthy of being written on paper, worthy of being regarded as a famous poem and song, which is loved and passed down through the ages.

Yang Yan sat on the floor, staring at him obsessively, his gaze was hotter than the sun in August.

Wang Shu adjusted the temperature, and when he turned around, he met such eyes, and couldn't help but feel a hint of sweetness in his heart.

He likes it very much, everything in Yang Yan's eyes is him.

"What are you looking at?"

Yang Yan came back to his senses, the flash of panic in his eyes was accurately captured by Wang Shu who had been staring at him.

Then there was silence like a deep pool, "Look at the curtains, I was bitten by Wangwang."

Also look at the curtains... look at the curtains, what are you doing with your legs so tight.

At this moment, the expression and complacency in Wang Shu's eyes were exactly the same as Lin Hong's. He stepped on the gray carpet with bare feet, walked slowly to Yang Yan, and gently rubbed Wang Wang's belly playing ball with his toes, " He is used to by my aunt, he will bite everything..."

Those legs are so close at hand, Yang Yan's sitting posture is even more awkward. He is cross-legged, and his crotch is particularly obvious. The man shrank into a ball, and his ears were red.

Wang Shu solved his physical needs in a muffled voice in the bathroom. It would be very peaceful. He looked at Yang Yan, bit his lips and snickered, still talking about Wangwang's crimes as if nothing had happened, "Yesterday I put the book on the sofa After a short while, several pages were torn.”

"Is that so... What book..." When Yang Yan spoke, his eyes were glued to his feet.

Wang Shu has been reluctant to move since he was a child, and the road he walks is not as good as that of a lively first-grade pupil. Therefore, the soles of his feet are well-proportioned, the toes are round and pink, and even the toenails are beautifully trimmed. There is no hard callus at all, and the whole body is white like a piece of warm jade, which makes people involuntarily have the idea of ​​wanting to hold it tightly.

Yang Yan has no special hobbies, he just loves houses and cubs.

"Basic screenwriting professional book." Wang Shu said, and sat down on the carpet. He and Yang Yan were very close, and the distance between the shoulders was only a punch.

Yang Yan's body stiffened, he was a little annoyed, why didn't he bring his pajamas just now.

It's not about making yourself unhappy.

"Reading, it's good."

"Well, by the way, do you have a script at home? I want to take a look."

After saying this, Wang Shu regretted it.

Yang Yan stood up suddenly as if he had heard some amnesty order, "Yes, I'll get it."

He walked so fast that people were caught off guard.

Even Wangwang didn't react, lying on the ground staring at the door in a daze.

"..."

Yang Yan took this script for a long time, and when he came back, Wang Shu was lying on the sofa with a mask on, "Well, there are so many, give it to me."

Yang Yan handed over the script and sat down beside him, "These two scripts are very good, you can use them as a reference."

"Hmm..." Wang Shu would be lazy as soon as he lay down, just like a cat. He held the script in one hand, and gently removed the mask and threw it on the coffee table with the other. He seemed to be in a comfortable state, but he was actually focused.

He ignored Yang Yan, and Yang Yan said something by himself, "Do you also apply a mask?"

"I don't look like someone who knows how to put on a mask?" He is so gay, so there is no fuss about wearing a mask.

"Ah."

Yang Yan also thought that Wang Shulan wasted the effort.

"Men also have to take care of themselves, otherwise they will grow old very quickly." Wang Shu's mind was on the script, and he didn't even think about what Yang Yan said.

But when it came to Yang Yan, it was a little jarring.

He... seems to be several years older than Wang Shu out of thin air.

Yang Yan turned his head subconsciously, facing the mirror hanging on the sofa background wall.

He is dark, rough-faced, and has pimple marks. He looks really ugly.

Yang Yan quickly lowered his head to avoid his own face.

However, Wang Shu's watery, white and greasy face bumped into it.

At this moment, Yang Yan was full of worries about the rest of his life, and also strongly condemned himself for not listening to Wanxing's advice to take care of skin care sooner or later.