Gojo has become My cat

10

Chapter 10

    The room was filled with dampness.

    Turn on the light switch on the wall, and there is some unspeakable atmosphere surging in the narrow room less than ten square meters.

    Qingshuimian went to the balcony again, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows slightly, and the half-wet white gauze curtains fluttered, blowing in. Outside the window, the faint blue rain is pattering like a gentle blues.

    In the bathroom across the door, Gojo Satoru took a shower and was drying his hair. The sound of the hair dryer humming.

    There was a knock on the door, and Qing Shuimian got up, it was a young female employee. Just now, she has prepared a change of clothes for Qingshuimian, and now she is giving Wujou the set. After thanking him, Qing Shuimian took the clothes and closed the door, picked out five pieces of Wu Wu's changed clothes and put them beside the bed.

    The phone accidentally fell out of his trouser pocket and slipped into the bed. Qing Shuimian knelt on one knee to reach, touched several hard objects, and swept them out with his hands.

    They are mobile phones, lighters, cigarette cases, and necessary adult products.

    The corner of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly thought that this is a room where company couples or couples have visited.

    ... It's really unfair for him to come here with Gojo Satoru. In the end, it was only his fault that when he communicated with his agent, he said that he would bring someone to live in the dormitory for single employees, so he was misunderstood so far.

    Looking down, he silently stuffed the last square adult stuff back into the crack of the bed, hoping that the next couple might be able to find it when they checked in for emergencies.

    The smell of being filled in the room was a little weaker, and the dim light fell on Qing Shuimian who was sitting by the bed, shadow and damp occupied every corner. Sending a chat text message to his sister, while waiting, Qingshuimian tilted his head and picked up the cigarettes and lighters on the bedside table.

    The warm light is blurred, and the sound of the rain outside the opened floor-to-ceiling windows has also turned into a faint blue. With the soothing and lazy blues shaking gently, the whole room seems to be a floating boat inhabited in the rain.

    For some reason, during the rainy season, people are always somewhat lonely and depressed. Qingshuimian couldn't avoid this emotion now, he picked up the cigarette case, opened it, and found that there were still a few cigarettes.

    I took out one, lit it with a lighter, and it burned silently, as if a spark was shining somewhere in my heart.

    With his hair half-dried, Gojo Satoru wrapped a towel around his lower body, pulled on his slippers and opened the door. As soon as he leaned out, he saw Qingshuimian sitting at the end of the bed with a burning cigarette in his hand.

    Reddish Xinghuo, crimson eyes staring at it silently, there seems to be a little red light in the eyes. He lowered his eyes and watched it burn loosely, slowly burning.