Spirit Hotel

When the two pairs of eyes finally matched, Shi Feixia's heart had already mentioned his throat and eyes, it seemed that only waiting for each other's winks and actions would jump out.

However, Isfield had nothing to look at or move.

He just looked away faintly, walked to the bed, turned on the floor lamp, then sat on the sofa, picked up the book on the coffee table, and looked contentedly.

His eyes were so focused, as if the only book in the world was the only thing to cherish.

...

Shi Feixia stared at him for a long time, and suddenly a thought popped into his mind: Is the book more beautiful than him?

The idea paused strangely for two seconds, and was suppressed by waves of rebuttal.

Although the room was originally quiet and uncomfortable, but with the sound of Isfael's flipping book, he felt the room was even more uncomfortable. In particular, he was lying on his back naked and ignored.

The body is not cold, but the heart is cold!

It seemed to feel his mind, and the thin bed on the bed suddenly moved by himself and covered him.

...

What's the use of thin quilt? No thick quilts.

Thinking about it this way, Shi Feixia still worked very hard to tilt his eyes in the direction of Isfael, and wanted to see his expression at this moment. I saw him holding his fists with his fists in one hand, his expression was leisurely, and his handsome silhouette became deeper under the orange light.

He looked a little crazy.

Silence gradually became quiet.

Shi Feixia's eyelids are still coagulated, the world in front of them is still colorful, but the consciousness is gradually drifting away, blurred and hazy ...

Half asleep and half awake, the other half of the bed suddenly collapsed.

Shi Feixia's eyes were wide, and the dissatisfied dissatisfied gathered in his chest into anger, and began to burn with blaze. But before his eyes were dark, he couldn't even tell where he was.

The quilt was pulled down, and then stayed still.

It seems that the breeze is set off by the breeze. After the breeze, everything is as usual.

Shi Feixia wanted to sit up, turn on the light, and crackled at the person on the other side of the bed, but he tried hard for a long time and failed to sleep again.

Wake up the next day.

Shi Feixia found that he was able to move, but his body was stiff like he had just climbed out of the terracotta warriors. His hands and feet were hard, like iron bars. When the elbow was bent, he could almost hear a rattling sound. It took a long time for the blood to start flowing again.

It took him nearly half an hour before he sat up.

Isfel was no longer in the room, but looking at the slightly messy sheets on the other side, he believed that the depression in the previous night was not a dream.

After the blood flowed normally, his face was finally able to express shyness with flushing, and his brain thought about it--

I do n’t know what he thought when Isfael saw his **** last night? Do you feel too fat?

He squeezed his stomach. The little belly is gone, and the belly is not easy to protrude when lying on his back. So, should it be okay?

...

Is it too small there?

He lifted the quilt and looked down at his size.

...... It's not small, it should be just right compared to your figure. However, the fallen angel may be a little bigger than the average person.

The idea made him a little depressed.

In fact, what depresses him most is the abdominal muscles. If he also has six packs, selling looks is much better.

He suddenly embraced the quilt, shrunk into a shrimp shape, howling to lie on his side, and kept his feet around the quilt, "Shame!"

...

"Quilt plus sheets, five thousand." A cold voice came in from the direction of the door.

Shi Feixia's action suddenly stopped, sitting up, pulling his henhouse calmly, "Why don't you knock when you come in?"

Isfeel answered calmly: "Because I have the keys."

...

Shi Feixia finally remembered that he was the dove occupying the nest, and immediately wanted to stand up, but as soon as his body moved, a swaying part below reminded him of his state at the moment. "Uh," he sat back slowly, "I was really disturbed last night."

Isfael said: "Well."

You are still very polite.

Shi Feixia smiled awkwardly. "Actually, I can't totally blame me on this matter ..." He quickly said what happened. Actually it was through, so of course he did not mention the reason for the turmoil between King and Antonio.

In short, in his story, Kim is a super ungrateful super jersey with a bridge over the river. Antonio is an idiot who can't distinguish right from wrong, but can only follow blindly-due to a guilty conscience, Shi Feixia is not too harsh on him. And Smar is a super super junk who loves to stir the wind and fear that the world will not be chaotic!

As soon as I remembered the pink blanket that was finally taken away, the three words of Smal were circled with a red pen fork, and then framed again!

Isfell heard the whole story but said lightly, "Oh."

Shi Feixia said: "In fact, you should feel it. I usually have a lot of material."

Isfer raised an eyebrow.

Shi Feixia noticed that he seemed to have just finished swimming, and the water drops were still on his white muscles. "I, of course, I don't mean that nakedness is bad, uh, when of course, I'm not very naked naked ... but naked is very good." When he repeated the word "light" to tenth Three times, he finally realized that his life had been so sad that even the eloquence he was proud of was beginning to be at stake.

Isfeel cleared: "You're in magic."

"Ah, yes, I am in magic." Shi Feixia nodded excitedly.

Isfel was speechless.

"Uh, this doesn't seem to be something to be pleased with." Shi Feixia lowered his head in a low-key, and suddenly raised his high-key, "Can you solve that magic?"

Isfield's eyes moved slightly, "Yes."

...

Shi Feixia called out, "Why don't you help me untie it?"

So, in the tragedy of last night, Isfael was not a victim, but a bystander? So, the tragedy of last night was not caused by three people, but caused by four people?

Shi Feixia looked at Isfael's eyes and wrote a great 'despair'. This despair is not directed at Isfer, nor is it directed at King, Antonio, and Smar, but at this ridiculous world!

Can't there be a normal human being with compassion?

Shi Feixia bit the quilt angrily. If I had known it, I wouldn't find a hotel job, so I would go to fate. Maybe you can also enter the eastern mythological system. When you encounter some excesses of kindness, you ca n’t wait for a Buddhist disciple or Taoist immortal who are all used to help people 24 hours a day.

Isfield had only one explanation for his grief, "Because you get upset."

...

He was getting up, but not beating ...

Shi Feixia shook his lips. "You can untie me before I fall asleep."

"Then you will streak back?"

"..." Shi Feixia said, "You can't lend me a dress?"

Isfel finally told the truth, "I don't want to."

...

Shi Feixia collapsed backwards and rested completely.

But Shi Feixia has never been a good person to give up.

So he quickly cheered up from the blow and asked, "Will you borrow quilt instead of clothes?"

"No."

"why?"

"I want to use."

Shi Feixia supported his smile with his fingers, "What about the curtains?"

"No."

"……why?"

"Ibid."

Even fingers could not hold Shi Feixia's smile. He looked at the bath towel wrapped by Isfell. "Then I'll borrow a bath towel." Before Isfel refused, he gritted his teeth. "If you don't borrow, I'll write 'Is Phil's exclusive territory 'eight big characters!' Damn! He cuts out! Isn't it all the same, jade burned? Don't think that only gold can be used!

Shi Feixia's eyes widened, and his fish was broken.

Isfael said for a moment, "What about the pen?"

"..." So the silent person became Shi Feixia.

...

Regardless of the process, however, Isfael finally dropped a towel from the bathroom.

"How is this enough?" Shi Feixia compared, only one place can be hidden behind the front.

Isfael said: "It's enough to cover your face."

...

If it were not in Noah's Ark, this suggestion, although hesitant, would not be completely unworkable.

But here is Noah's Ark.

Even if they were blindfolded, as long as people looked at their height, they knew that it was definitely not Rayton and Asha. Looking at the hair color again, King, Hughes, Smal and Antonio were excluded. On the last look at the abdomen, Isfer was also innocent.

Of course, two of the werewolves seem to have black hair, but he doesn't have their unrestrained hairstyle!

Shi Feixia is sad for his uniqueness.

"Or," Efeelton paused. "In exchange for your annual leave."

...

In the middle of the night, Isfael's face and Wu Zhenjian's face overlapped.

Shi Feixia stood up, and quickly covered the front with a towel. "Towels are towels!" He tilted his head, jumped off the bed, and leaned his back against the wall as far as possible, moving away like a crab.

When walking to Isfael, Shi Feixia stopped and rolled his eyes and looked at him from bottom to top.

...

Good smooth and perfect jaw bone lines.

Shi Feixia's gaze settled again.

Ysfir blinked in doubt, just about to speak.

Suddenly, Shi Feixia stooped down, pulled off his towel, and ran away.

But before he reached the swimming pool with his hips buttocked, he was hugged by a strong arm and lifted up into the air.

Shi Feixia looked down at the sleeves on his waist, and whispered, "It's good to be an angel. If you want to get dressed, undress. If you want to undress, just undress." As soon as the words fell, a bath towel fell from the sky, covering his vision for a moment .

Shi Feixia cut off his head three or two times, blocking the cool little brother shivering below.

Isfell jumped from more than thirty levels.

Two black wings spread out in the air, like a parachute.

Shi Feixia was grateful that he was not afraid of heights, while worrying that someone below accidentally looked up and looked up, while struggling to cover his towel with his legs, he was so sweaty. When the bath towel wasn't floating around, he found that his feet actually touched the ground.

"Uh." Shi Feixia hurriedly wrapped his lower body with a bath towel, licked his lips, and thumbs up, "Good technique."

The door clicked.

The door of his room was opened from the inside, Jin held the doorknob with one hand, leaned halfway against the door frame, and looked at them with a smile.