Lu Ao couldn't wait to let Song Zhou have a taste.
Song Zhou came over to help. When he leaned close, Lu Ao gently pushed him away. "Don't get so close. I reek."
"You really do. If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd fallen into a vat of liquor."
Lu Ao clicked his tongue. "I thought you'd say I didn't."
"I'm just telling the truth."
Even Lu Ao couldn't stand his own smell. He hurriedly tossed the crocodile meat into the refrigerator and said, "I'll go take a shower first. I'll deal with the crocodile meat afterward."
Song Zhou leaned against the doorway. "How about I shower with you?"
"No." Lu Ao refused without hesitation. "Don't. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold myself back."
Song Zhou laughed helplessly at that. "Don't most people say they're afraid the other person won't be able to hold themselves back?"
Lu Ao muttered, "We're not most people."
As he spoke, he quickly found some clothes and ran into the bathroom to shower.
Song Zhou moved over a chair and sat outside the bathroom door, chatting with him. "How did it feel to catch crocodiles today?"
"Not bad. They weren't as vicious as fish in the sea, and they weren't very good at hiding either. Not as cunning as sea fish."
"Sounds pretty easy?"
"Yeah, but Lin Qiyan and the others were scared half to death." Lu Ao washed his hair as he spoke. "Afterward, the owner was so grateful that he kept saying if there was ever anything he could help with, he'd go through mountains of blades and seas of fire for me."
Song Zhou couldn't help laughing. "Why does that sound so like something out of the jianghu?"
"I heard he used to run with the underworld too," Lu