Rong Boye and Yan Han had already gone to the soup, each taking their own side, and no one was delaying the other.
Nan Che arrived late, carrying a bucket in his hand.
Rong Boye heard the noise, opened his eyes, and saw him pouring something into the hot spring.
"What are you doing?"
"Disinfection." Nan Che put the small bottle away and glanced at the two of them, "Don't you have athlete's foot?"
Rong Boye & Yan Han: "..."
"No?" Nan Che raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue, "That's no coincidence, I do."
Two glances came towards him.
He grinned, showing his big white teeth, "Just kidding."
Rong Boye took a deep breath with an expressionless expression.
Stern Han's eyes flashed with speechlessness.
Nan Che hummed a song, finished putting some "disinfectant", then started to put in essential oil, making the whole hot spring smell fragrant, and finally took out a pack of rose petals from the bucket.
A splash.
The entire hot spring surface is full of red.
Finally satisfied, he sat down on the edge of the hot spring, and then his whole body slipped into the soup like noodles, and he said "Ah" with pleasure.
The three of them each occupy a corner of the circular hot spring, which is far apart.
Nan Che was quiet for a while, and then started talking to Rong Boye, "Hey, speaking of it, when you look at the kid opposite, don't you think of him?"
Yan Han was alert for a second.
Rong Boye: "Compared to him, you make me more miserable."
Severe cold relaxed.
Nan Che clicked his tongue, moved towards Rong Boye, put his hand on Rong Boye's shoulder, "Do you need me to rub it for you?"
"This is a hot spring."
Do you think it’s a bathhouse?
Nan Che sighed, "Look at you, you have such a flexible character. You are really not cute at all. I don't know what Xiao Qing saw in you at that time. Logically speaking, she has seen such a cute person like me, so she shouldn't be able to taste it."
Too bad."
Rong Boye closed his eyes and said coolly: "Nannan said that she doesn't like men who are greasy-tongued."
Nan Che yelled.
"By the way, can you please stop calling me Xiao Qing Nannan, otherwise I will always have the illusion that you are calling me."
Opposite me, Yan Han cleared his throat.
The veins on Rong Boye's forehead moved, and he finally opened his eyes. He turned his face sideways and faced the smiling face of the young man who was yelling at him, "With that grimace, can you stay away from me?"
"Are you jealous? I will have this face until my death. When I go there a hundred years later, Xiaoqing will definitely recognize me at a glance. You are different. You are too old. She might not be able to recognize you."
Rong Boye's eyebrows moved slightly.
Nan Che chuckled and said, "What do you think? Think about it. I recently have a new project that can help you with your appearance. You only need to sacrifice a little bit to get a beautiful appearance like mine!"
Rong Boye pulled his arm away and said, "Shut up."
Nan Che snorted.
Seeing that Rong Boye didn't respond, he swam to Yan Han again.
Before he could speak, Yan Han preemptively said, "I prefer natural beauty, thank you."
Nanche: "..."
Quietness returned to the pool.
Rong Boye and Yan Han hardly spoke, and Nan Che would be more or less serious for a while, closing his eyes and enjoying it.
After a long time, Rong Boye got up and went ashore first, put on his bathrobe, and stood at the stone table to drink tea.
When Nan Che heard the noise, Rong Boye was already standing above him, looking down at him.
"Why? Regret? Want to join my project?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Boye suddenly raised his foot and stepped on his shoulder.
Nanche:!!!
Before he could react, Rong Boye stepped on his shoulders and pushed him into the water.
"Uncle Rong... ugh gurgle gurgle!"
Water splashes everywhere.
Opposite him, Yan Han calmly wiped the water on his face and pretended not to notice.