After the fiery kiss, the atmosphere in the carriage was a little turbulent, but Wen Qiuxing, a rough man, didn't notice it, and still had a fearless expression that I just kissed a gay, so why bother to make a fuss.
However, the next moment, his account received a large amount of credit points transferred from Will to him. The amount was surprisingly large.
"Is this the benefit of your victory over the first-level beast?" the young man raised his eyebrows and asked.
"En." Feng Ting responded, with deep blue eyes.
"That's really good." Wen Qiuxing accepted the credits with a peaceful mind, and then asked casually: "Will, what exactly is your origin?"
Not just a little commoner, right? who believe.
"This, I'll tell you again when I have a chance." Feng Ting smiled to hide the hesitation in his voice.
"Cut, I don't have to know." Wen Qiuxing said quickly, he just... asked casually, whether it was Will's business or not.
He is not without curiosity, but there is a limit.
Moderation is caring, and excessive is becoming a cock.
"Huh?" Feng Ting raised his eyebrows.
"Huh?" Wen Qiuxing followed suit, paused, and said lazily, "That's your private matter after all."
Feng Ting: "..."
There was silence for a while without speaking.
But the blue eyes are always staring intently, even a little greedily, at their cute little companion like a little tiger.
If Feng Ting didn't feel wrong, the other party's deep and forceful kiss just now, apart from deliberately satisfying him, also vaguely contained... a little precious meaning.
Of course it can't be out of love, Feng Ting is very clear that Wen Qiuxing has no feelings for him, it's just out of a man's blood.
It can be heard that Qiu Xing's unique personality really made Feng Ting feel happy, and even felt reluctant.
"..."
Wen Qiuxing knew that there was always a pair of eyes looking at him, filled with admiration.
He is neither proud nor complacent, and even a little pity.
Will is really a nice person. If it weren't for the Sand Sculpture Policy of the Interstellar Age, they should have become very good friends.
But it's a pity that they got to know each other's bodies before they had time to understand each other's personalities, and they never tire of it, checking in every day.
Well, check in once a day.
Otherwise, the empire would not recognize their days.
Arriving at Wen Qiuxing's favorite hotel, the hover car parked on the side of the road.
Feng Ting got out of the car first, as if he was serving the old, the weak, and the sick, he stretched out his hands towards Wen Qiuxing.
This posture... made the young man with healthy limbs twitch the corners of his mouth, and he just supported one of the opponent's hands intentionally.
"You don't have to do this, Will." Wen Qiuxing spoke without thinking all the year round, so he was particularly concerned: "When I might really need help, it's never too late for you to show it."
Then he slapped his head: "Oh, I forgot, you were no longer by my side at that time."
Feng Ting was taken aback for a moment, and then his face immediately turned guilty, and he still had some unspeakable desire hidden in his eyes, so he didn't say it out.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Qiuxing said, "I don't mean to blame you, you gave me so much money, I thank you before it's too late."
Feng Ting seemed to have been stabbed before he died, and his chest was tight, but he was born in a special family, and he was used to maintaining a decent state.
To put it simply, emotions are invisible.
It sounds awesome, but what it feels like, you can know it when you see him being forced into two by himself.
Expensive dinner, experience just isn't the same.
tasty.
After trying the petty bourgeois life of the interstellar people, Wen Qiuxing's ideal is to strive to eat such high-end cuisine every day in the future.
Of course not now.
He wasn't crazy enough to squander the money Will had bought with his life.
What's more, as a prospective baby dad, from the moment he decides to have a child, he must tighten his belt and save money for milk powder.
So it’s okay to taste high-end cuisine once in a while.
Can not afford to eat often.
"Is today's dinner still light?" Feng Ting asked knowingly.
He could tell that Wen Qiuxing had a great time eating tonight, so the dinner probably suits his appetite.
"Huh? Light?" Wen Qiuxing recalled in a daze that he had indeed complained that eating the same dish every day made his mouth water. "..." But Will didn't think that the light he said was pure Not enough salt
Oh, aliens.
Classmate Wen has no desire to communicate with him.
The handsome and charming alien opened a bottle of wine carefully, and poured Wen Qiuxing a glass of red wine with the most elegant etiquette when the waiter felt ashamed.
"Thank you." Wen Qiuxing picked it up casually. He took a sip like drinking beer, but the seemingly rude actions did not make people feel rude, on the contrary, there was a sense of freedom.
This is thanks to his uncheesy face.
If you are an unattractive person, no matter how elegant your drinking posture is, it will be considered arty and a lot of shit.
Feng Ting, who was sitting across from Wen Qiuxing, was already attracted, until the other party raised his eyebrows and looked back, then he closed his eyes and solemnly took a sip of the scarlet wine.
One must know that it is not only the good-looking young man who is being spied on, but also the handsome and extraordinary Ding himself.
With his current reserved appearance of a prince and aristocrat, it is hard for people to imagine that there is still his hot sweat left in the cruel and ruthless Colosseum.
The citizens of the empire who love to watch beasts on the Internet are still discussing his achievements enthusiastically.
A powerful and mysterious fighter who didn't want to show his face and didn't leave his name is too gimmick.
This is exactly what Feng Ting is worried about. He is very hopeful at this moment that it will not attract more attention.
Although Wen Qiuxing has a peony-chewing personality, he is not completely incomprehensible.
After drinking the wine in the glass, when Feng Ting poured it for him again, he picked up the glass and grinned at the other party: "Congratulations... for your success."
With waiters around, he didn't want Will to lose his horse.
"Thank you." The man who had been waiting for a long time happily raised his wine glass to clink with Wen Qiuxing, then raised his head and took a sip of the rum, which to him was like poison.
Maybe it was sweet when you swallowed it, but who knows when it will ferment and become terrible.
When I went back that night, it was a quiet and cold night, and it was time to hand in my homework every day.
Facing the tentative kiss from above, Wen Qiuxing turned his head away for the first time, suppressed his good temper and said nothing.
The second time, he frowned and dodged impatiently, and said fiercely at the other party: "Will?"
The third time... As a lazy person, Wen Qiuxing was really too lazy to hide, and then he heard Will laughing lowly, the vibration from that strong chest was like a subwoofer, making him stupid.
Then, Wen opened the door to a new world.
Nima, this is called kissing!
Those were all farts before!
Then there was not enough oxygen, and Wen Qiuxing felt dizzy all night, as if he would faint in the next second.
And the feeling that Feng Ting gave him seemed to be completely different.
indescribable feeling...
Similar to... Complete
After punching the card, Wen Qiuxing's confused mind was full of illusions of consummation.
Weird enough.
It's not that it was bad before, but it won't make him have so many messy feelings.
He doesn't know what Will is thinking, the guy is now against his back, motionless, only knows that he is still breathing.
"Hello?" Wen Qiuxing said, his voice was horrible.
Woji, he thought, did I just move my throat
"Huh?" The man who was summoned by the child suddenly put on an appearance of listening carefully.
"It's okay...greetings to your boss." Wen Qiuxing said absently.
"..." What a stubborn little guy.
"I don't have a boss." Feng Ting explained again.
"Damn..." Wen Qiuxing laughed badly, and then felt his throat cracking: "Cough cough, pour me a glass of water."
The moment Feng Ting heard him cough, he got out of bed, warm like a little sun who has experienced eighteen ex-girlfriends.
That's right, people who are already on the fifth day, if you haven't talked about that kind of talk, just listen to it.
"It's still a little hot." Feng Ting brought back a glass of water and sat there holding it.
Don't be stupid.
"You don't know how to blow it?" Wen Qiuxing grinned and climbed up.
blow
Feng Ting glanced at the water, it was very impolite, after all, it was not the water he wanted to drink.
"..." But then again, there was still nothing that he and Wen Qiuxing had done.
Feng Ting changed his position and thought about it, would he mind if it was him
The answer is obvious.
He doesn't mind.
The man who had figured it out lowered his head and gently blew on the slightly scalding water.
His expression became a little sweet.
"Bring it." Wen Qiuxing snatched the water, tilted his head up and gulped down half a cup.
But I found a warm current meandering down in an unspeakable place, which was very unpleasant.
The frowning young man simply got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom with a strange posture while drinking water.
Feng Ting's eyesight is excellent, so he saw those unbearable traces.
The thick and long black eyelashes trembled a few times because of this, as if shy, more like forbearance.
After a while, there was the sound of a cup falling to the ground in the bathroom. The cup was made of a special material and could not be broken at all, it just bounced back and forth on the ground.
Wen Qiuxing grabbed the sand sculpture cup and opened the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Will blocking his light, he rolled his eyes, and muttered in his heart, this guy is really tall.
Then he found that Will was looking at him with worried eyes. The key point was that his face was fascinating, so he quickly stopped the fire and squeezed a smile: "What are you doing, watching me have fun?"
Feng Ting just froze for a moment, didn't say anything, then picked up Wen Qiuxing and sent him back to bed to rest.
The young man who was hugged by him was taken aback for a moment, and then raised his hand reflexively, wanting to give him a face.
"Stop moving, you're tired enough tonight." Feng Ting said something to block Wen Qiuxing's slap.
"... I'm just kidding you." Wen Qiuxing was embarrassed.
Nonsense, does he dare to hit a man as big and powerful as Will
That's not asking for death.
Feng Ting paused, eyes full of sincerity: "Then you do it again?"
Wen Qiuxing choked, and didn't have anything to say.
Feng Ting reflexively blocked it just now, and regretted it in his heart, now he glanced at the young man's slender and fair fingers, squeezed that hand and slapped himself on the face.
"Okay, good night." He said in a low voice, full of reassurance, and then cut off the energy in the house, leaving the bedroom in darkness.
I was... coaxed? Wen Qiuxing thought to himself.
At a young age, he was raised by his parents since he was a child. At this embarrassing age and situation, he experienced the taste of being coaxed by others.
As a straight and rough guy, classmate Wen had a nightmare of ghosts pressing the bed all night, and the experience was really bad.
In the morning of the next day, classmate Wen's spirit was a little languid.
Relying on the lukewarm temperature in the room, he was shirtless on the sofa to check the latest news about Will.
In the main city where there are so many crouching tiger, hidden dragon masters, defeating a first-level alien beast with bare hands is just a big deal, not worth mentioning.
It's just that in civilian areas, it will indeed be discussed hotly.
Netizens are discussing enthusiastically whether this brave fighter will be recruited by his superiors, and then he will reach the pinnacle of his life and become the CEO to marry Bai Fumei.
Oh, Wen Qiu woke up and said, brother is that Bai Fumei.
Then I heard Will seem to be talking to Mina, the person in charge of the Colosseum, from the balcony.
As for the content of their conversation, Wen Qiuxing could somewhat guess based on the hot posts on the Internet.
It is nothing more than that Mina sees unlimited business opportunities in Will and wants to cooperate with Will.
And Will's reaction... This is also what Wen Qiuxing was surprised about.
At first Will refused to play, he thought it was a problem of lack of strength, but now it is obviously not.
Then there is only one possibility.
Will didn't want to draw attention to himself, and he might be subconsciously avoiding someone.
There are a lot of articles here.
According to what Wen Qiuxing has so far, he dared to bet on a cucumber that Will was born either rich or noble.
It is very likely that he is the son of a great nobleman who is dissatisfied with the family's restrictions. He only sneaks out for one or two months every year to be free and unrestrained, and the rest of the time he has to go back to take on family responsibilities.
Um
Thinking about it this way, wouldn't he, Wen Qiuxing, become the concubine of the son of a great nobleman?
No, stop it.
Wen Qiuxing was so teased by his brain power that he rolled on the sofa.
Feng Ting, who hung up the phone, walked in, glanced at the sofa, then walked into the bedroom, found a piece of clothing, and sent it to the little friend: "Smell."
"Can you stop calling me that?" Wen Qiuxing said.
"Then what do you hope for?" Feng Ting said.
"... just stop shouting." Isn't it good to be a pair of most familiar strangers
Wen Qiuxing thought for a while, then took the clothes: "Since we are partners, you can call me Boss Wen."
"..." Feng Ting couldn't help but tilt his head and chuckled.
"Smiling balls." Wen Qiuxing scolded and laughed too.
After a while, I felt that I was forcing a smile, and my life was so miserable.
"You just woke up, eat something." Feng Ting said in a low voice, then turned and went into the kitchen, which means that this house can be regarded as a mansion, but it has a kitchen.
However, there is only heating equipment inside, and none of the earth-style tableware that Wen Qiuxing is familiar with.
When Feng Ting came out again, his face was calm again.
This is his usual expression.
Sticking to the face like a mask, no matter how big the mood swings are, there are only smiles and slight anger, which is actually hard to detect without looking carefully.
Wen Qiuxing disliked Will's appearance of pretending nothing had happened.
"Tsk, eat when you wake up every day, and do it after eating." Wen Qiuxing took a sip of hot milk, then glanced at the weak man next to him: "Why are you so useless?"
Feng Ting: "... sorry."