"No... cough, no need." Su Kun's lips trembled a little as he tried to maintain a calm face.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that the entire room had no electricity, and the candle lit in the bathroom was red. The glowing candlelight cast a somewhat dim, warm glow on the surrounding objects. Even if his face had begun to heat up and turn red, it couldn't be seen under such lighting.

He gave a dry chuckle, waved his hand and said, "I'll just wipe it with a towel, you wash first, I'll go out." Take a bath? You must be joking. Who knows if I will do something at the end. Don't casually test my willpower, General Gu!

He muttered a long string of words in his heart, chanting Amitabha, the mantra of purifying the mind, the great compassion mantra, and the rebirth mantra, while lowering his head and wanting to bypass Gu Yan and quickly dart out of the bathroom.

Who knew that after taking just one step, he was blocked head-on by Gu Yan's sideways body. Su Kun couldn't stop in time and almost bumped into the tip of Gu Yan's nose. Fortunately, Gu Yan moved his face back in time and reached out to grab his shoulders, not letting him really bump into him in a reckless manner.

But even so, the distance between the two was quite close.

"What are you doing?" Su Kun was startled and looked at him in confusion. As a result, when he raised his head, he found that the posture had become somewhat subtle.

He was originally more than ten centimeters shorter than Gu Yan. At this time, Gu Yan happened to be lowering his head, and he was looking up. As long as he got a little closer, their lips could touch...

No, no, no, no, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha--

Gu Yan lifted his chin towards the windowsill and said, "You haven't finished explaining it."

"Huh? What haven't I finished explaining?" Su Kun came back to his senses from the messy chanting, looked behind him in embarrassment, and only then saw the two bottles on the windowsill.

Oh right, he hadn't told Gu Yan how to use the shampoo and body wash yet. Lust clouding one's judgment and whatnot... It's simply too damn embarrassing!

"Oh right, I forgot. Wait a sec, let me tell you how to use it." With that, Su Kun took the opportunity to turn around, letting go of Gu Yan's hands that were gripping his shoulders.

He walked to the windowsill, and before he could pick up the bottle, he felt someone grab the hem of his T-shirt from behind. Immediately after, his vision darkened as someone leaned over from behind, gripped his arms and raised them up. Then he only felt a coolness on his upper body as the fabric rubbed against his cheeks and arms for a few seconds before his vision was unobstructed again.

Su Kun glanced at his exceptionally bare upper body, then turned to look at the T-shirt Gu Yan was holding in his hand, and was completely stunned.

What the hell is going on here! You can't mess around like this!

"I told you wearing wet clothes can easily make you catch a cold." Gu Yan put the T-shirt on the counter beside him, then nodded towards the shower head, his expression blank but his tone brooked no argument: "Let's shower together."

Su Kun: "..." How come he never discovered this deadpan guy had this kind of potential before?! He took off other people's clothes more smoothly than his own!

It's just that now with his clothes stripped off, it would seem a bit pretentious to put them back on. Besides, the damp clothes did indeed feel uncomfortable against his skin. Moreover, the windows of the balcony and kitchen were still open to each other, and the wind blowing in at night was a bit chilly, so it was indeed easy to catch a cold...

Of course, the most fundamental reason was that Comrade Su Kun himself was not determined enough.

The expression on his face was like he was going to a heroic death, but there was a little kitten scratching at his heart. So he put on a calm front, stiffly standing by the shower head and quietly adjusting the water temperature.

The residual cold water in the pipes quickly drained away, and warm water sprayed out. Before long, the not-so-large bathroom was filled with billowing steam, making Su Kun's head feel a bit dizzy.

He felt a pat on his shoulder, and Gu Yan's voice came from behind his ear: "Are you planning to shower with your clothes on?"

Su Kun stiffened for a moment, then turned around with his neck stiff.

He saw that while he was adjusting the water, Gu Yan had stripped himself completely naked, standing to the side without a stitch on his tall frame. The billowing steam shrouded him with a layer of dampness which, under the candlelight, made him look especially sexy.

Su Kun swallowed hard, his gaze slowly moving from top to bottom... and then he stood there dumbfounded, his face completely red.

Perhaps it was the steaming heat, but the faint smell of blood on Gu Yan's body, which was not very noticeable before, now wafted out, mingling with the damp vapor, giving an indescribable feeling that made Su Kun's face even redder.

However, Gu Yan probably couldn't stand this kind of smell. He frowned slightly and took a step forward.

Su Kun reflexively stepped aside to let Gu Yan stand under the shower head. The perfectly temperate water flowed from the top of his head, down his neck, shoulders, and chest. Amidst the steam, he gave the still-dazed Su Kun a slight look and said, "Do you need me to help with your pants too?"

"Ah?! No no no, no need to help, you wash yourself, I... I can do it myself." Su Kun jumped up as if his butt was on fire, shrinking to the side. He hesitated with his hands on the waistband of his jeans for two seconds, then closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and stripped them off along with his underwear as if he was going for broke.

The bathroom wasn't very big to begin with, and the sink and other fixtures took up more than half the space. When the glass door of the shower stall wasn't pulled closed it didn't seem like much, but with it closed it became apparent that it was really a bit cramped for two people.

Actually, it wasn't quite to the point of bodies pressing together, but for Su Kun, who had a guilty conscience, that little bit of distance was more than enough to cause trouble.

However, Gu Yan didn't seem to mind. He pulled Su Kun under the shower head and stepped aside himself. When they switched positions, Su Kun felt that the heat emanating from Gu Yan's body was even more intense than the steam. The candlelight was blocked by the frosted glass outside, leaving only a hazy and ambiguous dim glow, making the atmosphere in the entire shower stall increasingly strange.

So Su Kun, his mind muddled by the steam, picked up the shampoo on the windowsill as if possessed, squeezed some into his hand, lathered it up, and then applied it to Gu Yan's short hair that was soaked through by the water. Perhaps because it was wet with hot water, his hair wasn't as stiff as it looked, tickling against Su Kun's palm with a slightly prickly sensation.

Su Kun worked the lather into his hair bit by bit, his touch not too light or too heavy, just right.

Such an action carried a bit of special meaning, but Gu Yan didn't seem to mind, still as calm and collected as ever, standing there motionless, his head slightly lowered, allowing Su Kun's fingers to press, rub and caress through his hair. He was so well-behaved that Su Kun had the mistaken impression he was keeping a big dog.

So Su Kun suddenly became a bit confused: was this guy really clueless or just pretending, was it unintentional or deliberate? Obviously it was himself harboring impure thoughts, but how did it seem like he had become the passive party, led by the nose by Gu Yan directly towards a certain direction? Yet the culprit still had a serious face, making it hard to fathom what he was thinking...

But even as he pondered, Su Kun's hands didn't stop until he felt it was thoroughly washed. Only then did he rinse the lather from his hands and pull Gu Yan back under the water.

The water carried the white foam down from his hair and neck, leaving a slippery trail. Gu Yan, unaccustomed to this cleaning substance that felt different from soap nut, frowned slightly with his eyes closed as he rinsed his hair and body, his long fingers looking sinewy under the flow of water as he flexed them.

With his back to Su Kun, the muscles of his shoulders and back were stretched taut by his movements, looking strong and full of tension, making one want to reach out and touch them, to feel the pulse of his veins under his skin in the rising steam...

The rushing sound of water was amplified in this semi-enclosed space, making one's mind muddled as if it too had been soaked by the water. Su Kun felt as if he was out of control as he took a step forward, his hand rising as if possessed.

Just as he was about to touch Gu Yan's slightly hunched back, the tall man in front of him seemed to have finished rinsing the lather from his hair. He reached up to slick back his hair, then turned around.

Su Kun felt the fine spray of water splashing onto his face and body, getting into his eyes, stinging his eye sockets and making them hot, shrouded in a layer of mist. Before he could come to his senses and retract his hand, he came face to face with Gu Yan.

And Gu Yan's eyes also seemed to be misted with water as he looked down at Su Kun through half-lidded eyes.

The distance between the two was even closer than the previous time. The warm water continued to spray down from above like sweat, sliding over Gu Yan's cheeks and chin, then dripping onto the corner of Su Kun's mouth.

In the faint and noisy sound of water, someone sighed very softly. With that sigh that was so faint it almost didn't exist, Su Kun's hand finally grasped Gu Yan's arm with moderate force, then he raised his face to accept the kiss that was wet and hot with a hint of coolness - this was Gu Yan's unique temperature.

Just as he hung onto Gu Yan's shoulders, unable to resist moving his body forward again, there was a "bang" as the door sounded from the living room, followed by the clanging sound of Geng Zimo throwing his keys on the shoe cabinet, startling him like a cat with its fur standing on end, making him jump up.

"Where are you?" Geng Zimo raised his voice, "Are you taking a shower? Why are you lighting candles, are you having a candlelit dinner? You're in quite a leisurely mood!"

Su Kun: "..." Geng Zimo, who disrupts good things, will have his jiji cut off!!