"How thin are you?" Wei Qing sat down and buttoned the boy's shirt, full of distress, "This is my smallest shirt, and you still have a large part of it in it, you What can I say?"
Yan Chuyang pouted: "Isn't it better to be thinner? Besides, I am a standard figure. Although I am thin, the places that should grow flesh will still grow."
Wei Qing nodded in agreement: "That's true."
Yan Chuyang looked at the slender frame, but his buttocks were raised and his flesh was firm.
The waist looked very thin, but it was also a little fleshy. It was soft and firm to the touch, and the inner thighs, he touched them, were very tender. Although the clavicle is protruding, the small shoulders are round and round, and you can feel the flesh when kissing.
The more Wei Qing thought about it, the darker his eyes became, his Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly felt so hungry, he really wanted to eat meat...
"Hello? Are you buttoning it?" Seeing the man's fingertips fluttering, but still staying on the second button, Yan Chuyang finally couldn't bear it, brushed his hand away and said, "I'll do it myself."
Yan Chuyang put on his shirt, lifted the blanket and stood up from the sofa.
Compared with ordinary people, Yan Chuyang is not too tall, so Wei Qing's shirt doesn't look too long, but it just covers his butt.
Light-colored denim, white shirt, and the original work shirt were loosely worn by the boy, showing casual vitality and a sense of fashion.
Wei Qing stared at the boy's clothes with satisfaction, thinking to himself, he really has a capricious face, a rigid white shirt can look so good on him.
"I'm going upstairs."
Wei Qing's face changed: "What are you doing upstairs?" You won't be taking your luggage to leave.
"I'm going back to the school dormitory."
"Yan Chuyang!" Wei Qing roared, "Do you still have a conscience, I was hurt like this by you, why do you still say go!"
The boy's forehead twitched: "How did I hurt you?"
Wei Qing raised his hand, pointed to the bruise on the back of his hand and said, "Do you know why my hand is hurt so badly?"
Yan Chuyang shook his head.
"Because you said you wanted a divorce, I got angry and cut myself with a knife!"
"But you just said clearly that you fell by yourself."
"That's because I lied to you in consideration of my face. Did I not want to lose face?"
Yan Chuyang's complexion suddenly sank, and he stared at the iron and said: "Is self-mutilation a good thing? You still have the face to say it, Wei Qing, you are almost 30 anyway, can you be more mature?" good!"
The man's eyes flickered, he snorted to avoid Yan Chuyang's reproachful eyes, and did not speak.
Yan Chuyang leaned over full of distress, held the man's wrist, looked at the wound on the back of his hand, which was still a bit scary even though he had applied the medicine, and roared uncontrollably,
"I beg you, when you are hurting yourself, can you think about me, don't you know that you will make me very worried and uncomfortable?!"
Wei Qing's face turned awkward, and he murmured in a very low voice: "It just makes your heart hurt, it just makes you feel uncomfortable."
Who told you to leave!
Yan Chuyang sighed helplessly, grabbed his wrist and walked to the bedroom on the first floor.
Wei Qing was startled: "What are you doing?"
"You don't have anti-inflammatory drugs in your bedroom, I'll help you deal with it!"
Wei Qing was overjoyed, and quickly followed in.
Yan Chuyang failed in the end.
Although it didn't work out, the atmosphere between the two had obviously changed.
Yan Chuyang deliberately stopped having too much verbal communication with Wei Qing, and sometimes he didn't even look at him.
It's not that I'm angry with him, but after this mess, he feels very confused, he doesn't know what the relationship between Wei Qing and him is now.
husband and wife
Of course not, Wei Qing never admitted that he likes him, everything is just his unrequited love, personal love, of course, cannot be called husband and wife.
friend
It doesn't seem to be the case. May I ask which two friends of the same sex will kiss and hug every day, and even have a tongue kiss from time to time
Yan Chuyang couldn't figure it out, so he didn't want to talk to Wei Qing.
He wanted to give himself some space, smooth it out, smooth it out, and then deal with the relationship between the two of them.
But Wei Qing didn't know the entanglement in the boy's heart, he only knew that Yan Chuyang was very abnormal recently, he was snubbing him and ignoring him.
He was angry, but he didn't dare to say anything, he was afraid that if the two of them quarreled, Yan Chuyang would yell about divorce and run away from home.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Yan Chuyang finished his breakfast, picked up the napkin on the corner of the table, wiped the traces of milk on his mouth, got up quickly and said, "I'm done eating, I'm going to school first."
After speaking, he picked up the canvas bag on the chair and walked out.
But just two steps away, someone behind him called out again: "Good morning kiss."
Yan Chuyang's scalp tightened, he sighed helplessly, turned around, lowered his head and quickly pecked the corner of the man's mouth, "The kiss is over, let's go first."
After finishing speaking, he straightened up and left the living room door without looking back.
The dining room fell into silence, Wei Qing's hand that was cutting the sandwich stopped, and after a long silence, he threw the fork into the small plate with a ding sound, and slightly raised his hand to touch the little boy's milk that was still on his lips The sweetness of the breath.
What a mess.
Even though she knew that he was unwilling, even though she knew that he would be perfunctory, she still couldn't bear to give her a good morning kiss every day.
Because he was afraid of Yan Chuyang's resistance, now he has tried his best not to kiss or hug him. Even before going to bed every night, he must have a tongue kiss, and he has not asked for it for several days in a row.
He was afraid that Yan Chuyang would find it annoying.
Afraid that he will talk about divorce again.
Alas, the man loosened his shoulders wearily, leaned back on the back of the chair, stared blankly at the ceiling and thought, when did he get dragged here
Just as he was thinking, the phone on the dining table suddenly buzzed and vibrated.
After a while of silence, Wei Qing leaned over and picked up the phone and swiped the answer button.
"Hello? Brother?" Wei Yuan's clear voice came from the phone.