Spirit Hotel

The first sentence that Kim woke up from drunkenness was--

"Shameless shameless!"

Shi Feixia lifted his head from his swimming trunks and said, "What shameless?"

King made it and slammed into the bed, "Isfell actually swapped me with his wine."

"... It's really shameless."

"Don't you think he's shameless, too?" King braced his drowsy head and stared at him staring at him.

I mean, you are shameless.

Shi Feixia sent a smiling flower to him.

Gold eyes suddenly condensed on his hand, surprised: "You actually chopped off his swimming trunks ?! You haven't been killed ?! You ..." He didn't know what else could be It ’s because the impact is too great. He paused, and whispered, "Is that place big?"

Shi Feixia looked at him helplessly and said, "Can you think of something pure?"

Kim wondered, "Is he very impure?"

"..." Shi Feixia suddenly put his swimming trunks out of his pants, made a circle in place, and looked at Jindao: "Do I look like Superman like this?"

Kim watched him go crazy, as if he was dead, "What's that for?"

Shi Feixia, whether he understood or not, took off his swimming trunks and put it on his head, "Isn't this like Batman?"

"..." Kim wasn't gasping. "Just put your pants in your mouth."

Shi Feixia shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to imitate you."

"..."

Shi Feixia took off his underwear and flaunted in front of him, "This swimming trunk and Isfael wear the same one! Do you know, it's the same one! It's the same. Hehe ... haha ​​... haha "

Jin looked angrily at Shi Feixia, who could not see his eyes. "After you return to the human world, don't say you know me!" It's shameful. Isn't it a swimming trunk? He didn't smile when he felt Hughes's underwear.

——He just rushed up.

Shi Feixia stopped smiling and gave him a white glance. "With your popularity in the human world, what do you think is the difference between me mentioning you and mentioning passers-by?"

"..." Kim suddenly fell again. Hangover is a very painful thing, but what is more painful than hangover is that hangover wakes up and encounters Shi Feixia. "What about Hughes? Why are you here?"

"He went to the kitchen to help you wake up. He asked me to take care of you here."

Kim glared at his swimming trunks. "Do you look after swimming trunks more?"

Shi Feixia replied without shame: "Who makes you look nothing like Isfer's swim trunks?"

"Oh, I have a headache!" Kim curled the whole person into the quilt.

Shi Feixia ignored him and continued to appreciate the hard-won swim trunks.

After a while, Hughes stewed the sober soup in.

"Did he not wake up yet?" Shi Feixia had a sense of gold insulting minors when he saw the shrinking Hughes holding the sober soup with anxiety.

He avoided the beginning and did not let the idea in his mind spread further. "He awoke, but fell asleep again."

Gold Brush had to open the quilt and stare angrily at him. "As long as you ignore me, my head won't hurt so much. If my head doesn't hurt so much, I don't need to sleep anymore."

Shi Feixia teased: "Since you are so sleepy, why not go back to your room and sleep in your coffin, and let me stay and chat with Hughes?"

Jin Leng hummed: "What else can you talk about besides swimming trunks?"

"swimming pool."

"..."

Hughes passed the hangover soup to Kim.

Jin didn't answer, but opened his mouth pitifully.

Hughes had to feed him spoonful.

This picture is no different from the filial father who waited for the filial son in front of his bed. Rarely, the two people in the picture can still be intoxicated.

Shi Feixia really couldn't stand it anymore, he said hello and went back to his room.

Back in the room, lying in bed after taking a shower, excitement began to settle in silence. He looked at the swimming trunks in his hand, his eyes were gentle.

I don't think it is easy for Isfield to look at him when he handed over his swimming trunks, as if ... Want to welcome and refuse? Want to escape?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that was the case.

Now that the other party has performed this, it would be silly for him not to rob him while he was in fire ...

Tomorrow, tomorrow must make this swimming trunk useful!

He turned over and got out of bed, took out the hanger from the closet, and hung up his swimming trunks. Take off the mural facing the bed and hang up the swimming trunks. After a close look, I went to bed contentedly.

Maybe it was too tired yesterday, or maybe it was too relaxed. Shi Feixia had no dreams all night and was refreshed when he got up.

At a glance at time, half past nine.

Anyway, the hotel has never had a check-in system. After being mixed here, he was promoted to an old churros, so what time is it to work and what time is it to work completely self-service.

He walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face seriously, took another fragrant shower, and ensured that every part of his body was fresh and pleasant. Then he solemnly changed his swimming trunks and wrapped a towel around his waist Go upstairs to swim upstairs.

Near the thirtyth floor, in order to show his calmness, he deliberately slowed down and walked upstairs leisurely.

Counting on the floor, when I reached the last step, the blue pool was clearly in sight. But he couldn't laugh.

Because the golden light was shining on the top of the pool.

He looked at the pool and was bathed in shining Metatron, depressed. "Don't you say it's difficult to get here?" Why does he come up so often that he seems to punch in and out of work?

Metatron turned his head, and the light golden hair fluttered in the air. "Maybe, fate?"

Shi Feixia reached out and fastened the towel around his waist. "Uh, I don't like this fate, but is there any way to control it?"

"Oh? How do you want to control?"

"Controlling like taking an elevator, I press a few floors, and it will go up a few floors." Shi Feixia looked at him sincerely. "Anyway, I am also a personal person. Wandering near heaven every day makes my psychological burden very big. Afraid to accidentally ... ascend to heaven. "

There was a deep smile in Metatron's voice, "In that case, let's make an appointment."

Shi Feixia skeptically asked, "What agreement?"

"Let Isfell feel love."

"..." Although his condition was also his goal, it was weird to say it from someone else's mouth. It's as if one's feelings were treated as a transaction. There was a moment of resistance in his heart.

Metatron said softly: "If you can do it, then in the future I can promise you a request. No matter what you want."

"Really fake?" Shi Feixia doubted the confidant. "Did I want a pair of wings and you can give me a pair of wings? I want the ears of the elf and you can give me the ears of the elf? I want vampire teeth and you can Give me the vampire teeth? "He said, assembling three things to himself in his mind ...

He concluded that the phrase "the more the better the better" is relative, not absolute.

"Don't rush to make a wish, maybe someday in the future, you will have more important uses." He paused, and whispered softly, "Besides, you have not completed the conditions I have proposed."

Shi Feixia frowned. Such conditions are not tempting to say false, but ...

Metatron raised his hand and waved, "Before that, we didn't need to meet again."

Shi Feixia froze, and as soon as he wanted to say something, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Isfel just came up wet from the swimming pool and looked at him slightly.

Shi Feixia rushed out of the conversation with Metatron, salivating and clamoring in front of his face, "Swimming?"

"Just finished swimming."

...

Actually finished swimming.

Shi Feixia was extremely disappointed. I knew it would not be so long with Metatron Harrah.

Isfer looked at his costume, "come to swim?"

"Uh," if he nodded now, wouldn't he have to expose the pair of lovers' pants in front of him? ... will it appear that he is too impatient and proactive? Shi Feixia was shy, and quickly shook his head: "No! I, I, I'm here to borrow the bath liquid! Hehe, I took a bath in the morning and found that the bath liquid was used up. Do you have it?"

Isfael said: "The shower gel in the room is directly connected to the warehouse and is inexhaustible."

...

That thing is inexhaustible?

Shi Feixia froze, and found that he actually forced himself into a more embarrassing situation, "Really? Oh, that's probably blocked. I'll go back and look at it." He turned and was about to take steps ...

"Come in my room and wash?" Isfael said before his right foot fell.

"Okay." Shi Feixia turned quickly, smiling like a flower.

Isfael's bathroom is no different from Shi Feixia, with a large square bathtub.

But Shi Feixia was lying inside, just feeling that Isfer was much more comfortable and warmer than the one in his bathroom. Even the rush of water on the body is not the same.

He groaned and washed for nearly two hours.

The skin on his body was pleated, red like cooked shrimp, and he slowly crawled out of the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, Isfell was sitting on the couch with a book, as he used to, and was fully absorbed.

Shi Feixia said: "I'm done washing."

"Well." Isfield didn't look up.

...

Shi Feixia was a bit disappointed with his response.

"Did you finish reading the history of the guest?" Isfael said lightly.

Shi Feixia was refreshed and resolutely answered, "No."

Isfell finally looked up. "So you've been touching the fish recently at work?"

"..." You are clearly touching the fish. This is called the upper beam is not right. Of course, for leaders, words cannot be so straightforward. So Shi Feixia said implicitly, "I'm afraid I'll delay your reading time."

"Do you understand it yourself?"

Shi Feixia answered very directly: "I don't understand."

Isfell continued to look down at the book. "I allow you to delay my time."

Shi Feixia's eyes lightened. "Any time?"

"Are you always out of date before you come to me?"

"Uh ... no." He seemed to rush over every time he thought of it. Shi Feixia silently conducted a deep self-examination in his heart.