Muscle Attack

[Suspense love short story] I smelled the hormones on him. Strong, elegant, and very much like brandy. He just leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and stared at me with slightly narrowed eyes, as if he had something to say. My heart skipped a beat and my voice became softer unconsciously. "... Brother landlord, is there something wrong?" The other party did not answer, but suddenly approached me and forced me into a corner. The water from the shower head was still spraying, and I pressed against the wall with a trembling voice: "Brother, the water hasn't been turned off yet..." But I saw him smile slightly and lift my chin with his right hand. "With water, it's more exciting, isn't it?" Me:! ! ! Intention: Continuous self-improvement