But it didn't work, the bathroom door opened quickly, and the wet young man wandered out shamelessly, rummaging through the various packages he had packed up for his clothes.
The eyes of the man staring at him darkened.
After a while, Feng Ting strode towards Wen Qiuxing, covering Wen Qiuxing's still wet back from behind.
…
The package was packed with great difficulty, and it was messed up because of this unexpected scuffle.
It can be said to be extremely absurd, both decadent and crazy.
Wen Qiu wakes up as a lazy man, it is impossible to clean up the mess by hand, he weakly pulls out a set of clothes from the package, and puts it on himself slowly.
Then he went to lie down responsibly, and took a shower half an hour later.
During this period, Feng Ting packed up their messed-up packages again, and there was a clearly visible breath of nightmare all over his body.
The worry that often invaded him seemed to be suppressed by the short-lived joy.
"What else do you need to buy?" Feng Ting's voice was flattering.
It made Wen Qiuxing wonder if he had served a big boss just now, but he wasn't overly sensitive: "Ah? I don't know, let's talk about it later."
He was tired now, and his mind went blank.
"En." Feng Ting leaned against the seat beside him.
In the bottom of my heart, I recall the other party's enthusiasm just now...
The moving plan, which was expected to be completed during the day, was delayed until late at night because of a secret affair in the evening.
Fortunately, Wen Qiuxing didn't have many things, and he didn't want to take away those things left by the original owner.
The staff who served them late at night told the two men angrily: "Please pay attention to the time next time, we will stop delivering at ten o'clock in the evening."
"Sorry." Wen Qiuxing said, and gave them some tips.
Tips are rarely practiced in civilian areas, and the two staff members who received tips by accident began to move the furniture with satisfaction.
The young man who was tired all day sat down on the newly moved sofa and lay down.
Feng Ting looked at the environment around each window and confirmed that it was the same as what he saw online.
By the way, place an order online and have someone come over tomorrow and install better security windows.
"Mr. Will, can you see what else is wrong?" the staff asked.
"No, thank you." Feng Ting confirmed the list, sent the staff away, and closed the door.
Their movement made Wen Qiuxing open his eyes: "Will, are you hungry?"
Hearing this, Feng Ting walked up to him, his eyes were horribly deep: "What do you want to eat?"
Wild Boy heard two words popped out by his classmates: "Hot Pot."
"Huh?" Mr. Alien tilted his head.
"Forget it." Wen Qiuxing remembered that this is outer space: "You can order whatever you want, as long as you can eat it."
Even so, Feng Ting is very clear that if the order is not good, Wen Qiuxing will go crazy.
"Wait for half an hour." After ordering the meal, Feng Ting sat next to Wen Qiuxing's head.
"Can I kiss your lips?" He asked softly, his eyes glanced at the stinky face of the little friend.
Wen Qiuxing was depressed because he couldn't eat hot pot, so he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "No."
It's not a pair of bases, kissing a fart.
This answer is expected.
"Sorry, I was the one who was abrupt." Feng Ting apologized to the young man.
That's funny.
Wen Qiuxing suddenly felt that this situation is really... fucking twisted and ridiculous.
He is rebellious and stubborn by nature, but he doesn't want to make a miserable appearance of being forced into a mess by the system.
But if everything is what he wants, then it's another matter.
"You want to kiss me?" Wen Qiuxing sat up from the sofa, brushing his messy hair: "That's really not possible, but I can kiss you."
He looked casually at the surprised man.
"..." Feng Ting was caught off guard.
At this moment, Wen Qiuxing leaned over, held Feng Ting's handsome face and drove straight in, instantly making contact with the opponent at a negative distance.
After three or two rounds, he muttered, so kissing is like this.
Wet and sticky.
Not as good as rumored.
After Feng Ting fell into a brief moment of astonishment, he turned against the guest and devoted himself to it, but was pushed away by Wen Qiuxing with a warning: "You fouled, Will."
"..." Feng Ting let go of his hands with eyes full of unfulfilled desires, and let the person who was still kissing him just now push him away: "Sorry."
"That's not necessary." He actually didn't mind.
"I promise, I won't foul this time." After a while, Feng Ting spread his hands to the sides and leaned back.
A disheveled white shirt, the neckline of which was opened wide by his actions.
It has to be said that under the light, this appearance has a visual impact that makes people blush and heartbeat.
"Pfft, are you joking, Will?" Wen Qiuxing said, "I'm not interested in stirring in your mouth."
"Really?" Feng Ting still maintained the posture of letting the king pick and choose. Looking at Wen Qiuxing, he knew that everyone said that he had a look that no one could refuse.
Although it has been retouched now, it is not bad.
"Really." Wen Qiuxing said.
"That's a pity." Feng Ting was stunned for a moment, then put away the neckline that was deliberately opened with some disappointment.
Wen Qiuxing used the movement of drinking water to cover up the uncontrollable corners of his mouth: "Cough..."
Because he could tell that Will was seriously asking for a kiss.
You know, Will in his eyes is a very dignified and conservative man, especially not good at making falsehoods.
This may be a rare and precious aspect of aliens, which is strangely cute.
After a while, the delivery guy brought the food up.
Since today's homework had already been handed in ahead of schedule, Wen Qiuxing planned to go to bed early after eating.
But as he walked into the bedroom, it suddenly occurred to him, why would he be huddled with that Will guy if conditions allowed
"..." But when Wen Qiuxing thought about it, he was not as disgusted as he imagined.
In fact, Will's sleeping appearance is very good. Thinking of this, Wen Qiuxing raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking of many of Will's words and deeds, which were full of aristocratic splendor.
But he won't gossip.
Feng Ting sat in the living room for a long while, started to clean up the table, and took the garbage left before to the trash can in the stairwell.
These trivial matters of life are as meticulous as state affairs in his hands.
But in fact, he doesn't care about state affairs at all.
All the cronies and cabinet ministers around the king in the king's city know that their king will disappear for a period of time every autumn.
No one knows where the king went.
What have you done.
Only the tyrant knew that during the three months of autumn, his main consciousness fell into a deep sleep and his body was occupied by the secondary personality.
The icy king who has lost his emotions and desires is trying his best to hunt down his secondary personality.
There was no reason for him to exist before he was enshrined in the court. After all, he was not interested in taking charge of the planet, and he didn't like to use knives and guns to expand the territory.
Since he became conscious, he has been living outside with a false identity because he doesn't want to be someone else's shadow.
Although the king is the court, and the court is the king, it is different.
As I said before, he is not attached to existence, but now there seems to be a little accident.
Just when Feng Ting was about to give up his consciousness to fulfill the tyrant, a little cutie caught him off guard.
If nothing else... In the near future, there will be a little cutie.
"..."
The handsome man who tidied up the living room stood in front of the closed bedroom and knocked on the door in a gentlemanly manner.
"Come in." The young man's angry voice came from inside.
Feng Ting gently pushed the door open and entered, his eyes swept over Wen Qiuxing who was obviously surfing the Internet on the bed, and said, "I'll take a shower first."
Wen Qiuxing said, "You can do whatever you want."
Did not look at him.
Because they were watching a movie, the hero and heroine Bo'er were having a good fight.
"Tsk tsk." It's all fake.
He is not inexperienced about what it feels like to kiss.
However, the expressions of the hero and heroine look so comfortable, which is deceptive and provocative to a certain extent.
It made Wen Qiuxing wonder if it was because he kissed Will in the wrong position just now.
"What are you watching?" Before he knew it, Feng Ting had finished taking a shower, got into the quilt, hugged the young man who was watching the movie from behind, and stuck his thin lips behind the other's ear.
"Adult movies." Wen Qiuxing replied.
"..." Feng Ting was stunned.
"The kind of men and women." For some unknown reason, Wen Qiuxing displayed the hidden light screen, and the screen full of white flowers immediately invaded Feng Ting's line of sight.
He closed the window quickly, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his complexion was a little pale.
No matter how rough Wen Qiuxing's nerves were, he knew he had offended the other party, so he said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry."
Actually... He also felt strange.
There is no lack of this thing, in fact, there is nothing to look at.
But as if he wanted to prove something with a guilty conscience, he pretended to watch it with gusto.
"Tsk, it's time to sleep." Wen Qiuxing scratched his hair.
He didn't notice that his entire back was sticking to Feng Ting.
"Do you like girls?" Feng Ting's voice came from behind his ear, and hot air sprayed on the tip of his ear.
"Nonsense." Wen Qiuxing rubbed his ears, only to realize that Will was so close to him.
"But you don't hate me." Feng Ting said uncertainly.
"En." Wen Qiuxing admitted generously.
Feng Ting curled the corners of his mouth, and there was warmth in his blue eyes.
"Hand in homework?" This is the vocabulary he learned from Wen Qiuxing.
"Give it to your sister." Wen Qiuxing rolled his eyes.
"I don't have a younger sister." Feng Ting said, "But I have an older sister who has been married for many years."
"..." Brother is so lonely.
"And you?"
"...just me." Wen Qiuxing pouted, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
Feng Ting seemed to have noticed something, but he didn't continue to ask.
Wen, who tried to fall asleep naturally for the first time in a few days, was anxious and did not fall asleep for the first time.
Feng Ting's five senses are sharp, different from ordinary people: "What's wrong?"
A comforting inquiry sounded softly in the darkness.
"It's okay." Yue Mo was a little annoyed.
"How is the injury on your shoulder?" Wen Qiuxing asked because he couldn't sleep anyway.
"Okay." Feng Ting said.
"So fast?" Wen Qiuxing didn't believe it, turned on the light, and pulled off his clothes to take a look: "Yo, it's really healed, what kind of physique are you?"
He patted enviously, he remembered that when he used to fight, the scars like Will's would not heal within seven days.
"Smell." Feng Ting's voice was deep and deep, he tentatively pulled the little friend into his arms, the light added to his bewitching.
For the sake of this face, few people can refuse him.
"You're bloated, Will." Wen Qiuxing pointed out that Will's motives have deteriorated.
Feng Ting smiled slightly with a reddish face: "..." In terms of bold words, he can't compare to a finger of the other party.
"..." Wen Qiuxing sneered, pretending.
But I still did it this night, not for anything else, just to get a good night's sleep.
When he opened his eyes in his new home the next day, Wen Qiuxing was slightly stunned for a moment, still a little unaccustomed to it.
Thanks to Will, he thought, he became a rich man in no time.
"Tsk tsk." The world is unpredictable.
Fortunately, classmate Wen is not a person who doesn't know what's good or bad, and he doesn't plan to turn a blind eye to Will's affairs like before.
"Where have you been these past few afternoons?" He asked while getting dressed.
"Go out for a walk." Feng Ting said.
"Not to mention pulling down." Wen Qiuxing sneered.
"You're so sensitive." Feng Ting took the lead in putting on his trousers, and stood in front of his little friend, his stalwart body was dotted with tooth marks and scratches visible to the naked eye.
Looking at his masterpiece, Wen Qiuxing was not ashamed, but rather proud.
"I went to the fighting arena." Feng Ting turned to look at him after a while.
"Amazing." Wen Qiuxing said sincerely.
"..." Feng Ting didn't know what to say, he could only keep silent, covering the visible marks on his body with his clothes.