[MTL]After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can't Leave

Ch 44

　　Tan Yue poured a glass of red wine, sat on the coffee chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows, while admiring the night scene outside under the lights of thousands of houses, while counting how long someone would spend in the bathroom.

　　Just when he thought that Song Linchu was going to live in the bathroom tonight, the bathroom door finally opened with a "click".

　　Tan Yue raised his eyebrows lightly, looked up, and almost choked on himself with a sip of wine.

　　At the door of the bathroom, Song Linchu came out covered in moisture.

　　His black hair was half-wet, his face was red and moist due to the steaming heat, his lips were bright, and his eyes seemed to have been baptized, bright and bright.

　　These are not the point, the point is that the half-open bathrobe, which can vaguely see the looming spring, combined with the shy and somewhat innocent expression of Shang Song Linchu, is simply tempting people to commit crimes.

　　Is this pure male college student?

　　"Brother, where is the hair dryer? Why didn't I see it?" Song Linchu asked with effort to keep his voice from shaking.

　　Even the voice is soft and waxy.

　　Mr. Tan almost ruined his success on the spot.

　　He originally thought that tonight would be a sleepless night for Song Linchu, but now he realized that he might be the one who couldn't sleep.

　　Tan Yue avoided Song Linchu's innocent and seductive gaze, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a bathroom?"

　　"No, I didn't see it."

　　Tan Yue put down his wine glass, stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

　　Song Linchu looked at Tan Yue's somewhat messy pace, and made a secret comparison.

　　He thought that this smelly straight man was really like an ascetic monk, but it turned out that even a sheep-tailed man would still be fascinated by beauty.

　　Tan Yue walked into the bathroom, and after a while, he came out again with a hair dryer in his hand.

　　Song Linchu was sitting by the bed playing with his mobile phone. He just wiped his hair casually with a towel, and now a few drops of water had gathered at the end of his hair. As soon as he raised his head, the water drops fell from the end of his hair, and two drops landed on his snow-white neck.

　　The water drops all the way down the neck, passed the white chest, and sank deeper...

　　Tan Yue suddenly felt his throat tighten.

　　"Hey, brother, where did you find it?" Song Linchu asked knowingly.

　　He hid the hair dryer himself, and of course he knew where it was best.

　　"It's in the cabinet under the sink," Tan Yue handed over the hair dryer, "dry your hair before playing."

　　Song Linchu didn't answer, he blinked and said, "Brother, can you help me play?"

　　Tan Yue: "..."

　　Mr. Tan tried his best to maintain his indifferent tone: "Do your own thing."

　　Song Linchu:? ? ?

　　Straight man, won't your conscience hurt when you say such things? !

　　"My hand hurts. I was splashed with oil when I was making noodles at noon. It hurts when I touch the hot one. Look!"