"I'm tired." After trying many times, he couldn't pull out Fang Juexia's arm. Pei Tingsong was so tired that he sat down against the wall, panting next to him, but Fang Juexia was still groaning, "It hurts..."
"Where does it hurt?"
With his head buried, Fang Jue Xia Weng grumbled angrily, "Head and hands."
Pei Tingsong was helpless, "What should I do, when you get up, I will show you whether it's knocked?"
"It hurts!" This time the little ostrich seemed to be impatient, and his tone became impatient.
"Okay, it hurts, it hurts." Pei Tingsong had mixed feelings in his heart. An hour ago, he was still worried about how embarrassing it would be to be alone with Fang Juexia, who just had a showdown, but now this object has changed unexpectedly and turned into dementia. Fang Juexia is here.
"Touch your head!"
The little ostrich began to give orders, and Pei Tingsong did not dare not listen.
"Okay, I see, touch your head." He put his hand on Fang Juexia's head and touched it lightly. He couldn't help but think of the Maltese dog he had raised when he was a child. It was very beautiful and liked to let people touch its head.
After only touching it three or two times, Fang Juexia said with a dull head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Is that useful?" Pei Tingsong was a little happy, feeling that he is now a man who can take care of others, "then get up, wash and sober up your face."
Unexpectedly, this little ostrich, with his head still buried, stretched out an arm towards him again, "The arm hurts."
Looking at this thin white arm, Pei Tingsong was puzzled, "Then... touch your arm?"
"Um."
How to touch this. Pei Tingsong felt that something was wrong. How could one man touch his arm to another man
"Let me squeeze it for you." After saying that, he started to be like an abnormal blind masseuse, closing his eyes and kneading Fang Juexia's arm. He didn't dare to exert too much effort, for fear that this guy would be another one. Rebound.
He really paid so much for this family. Pei Ting Song thought.
"All right, brother." Pei Tingsong was half tired, holding his wrist, "Can we get up?"
"It's so dark." Fang Juexia still didn't mean to get up at all, but shrank even more.
Pei Tingsong was helpless, "Isn't it black? You raise your head and it won't be black. I turn on the light." He said that he got closer and turned Fang Jue Xia, who was facing the wall, to face him and stretched out. Trying to help him raise his head, this is not a problem.
But Fang Juexia didn't cooperate, and even bit Pei Tingsong's hand that reached his chin, biting to death.
"Ah, it hurts..." Pei Tingsong was anxious and anxious, and squeezed Fang Juexia's neck to force him to relax.
"Look at you biting me, look up at this tooth mark, bite bleeding!"
Fang Juexia still didn't look up. Not only did he not raise his head, but she moved her fart to face the wall again, without any guilt.
This ran out of Pei Tingsong's patience. He shook his bitten hand twice, and, apart from anything else, picked up Fang Juexia and carried him on his shoulders. Fang Juexia fluttered like a small fish on the shore, and she threw off her slippers. Pei Tingsong wrapped his arms around his legs, "Be honest."
"I don't want to fly! I don't want to!"
Pei listening to the song was so angry and funny, "Why do you fly? I want to fly." He helped Fang Juexia's back and put him on the bed. He was so tired that he was half-prone, with his hands on the bed." I'm the one who is to blame. If you are with Ling Yi today..."
Halfway through the conversation, he was stunned.
Fang Juexia was right under him, half-opened her lips, her chest was pushed down together, and she tried to breathe, her beautiful eyes that were always stubborn were covered with mist, and even the eyes looking at him were soft.
Pei Tingsong's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his breathing began to become unnatural.
Probably because of drinking alcohol, Fang Juexia's eyes were red, and the red birthmark stretched out into one piece. His skin was too white, and when he was drunk, large patches of pink appeared, as if he had been rubbed.
"Thirst..." Fang Juexia twisted on the quilt, tilted her head to the side, and said her mouth was slimy, "I'm thirsty."
Pei Tingsong withdrew from some not-so-good reveries, and once again shouldered the responsibility of taking care of his brother, "Okay, I'll get you some water." It took him a long time to put Fang Juexia into the quilt. He took off his coat and walked to the table.
Should I drink some hot water when I am drunk? Pei Tingsong was looking for a kettle, but he didn't know how to use it. After studying for a long time, he figured out how to boil water.
"It's so hot." Pei Tingsong glanced at the back, Fang Juexia was still obediently in the quilt, but he couldn't hear clearly.
"It's really hard for me." Pei Tingsong turned his head and whispered, "Let me tell you, I have never taken care of anyone when I grow up like this. They are all taken care of. Really, Fang Juexia, you are so generous. , You may have been my ancestor in your previous life."
After waiting for the hot water to boil, he poured it out clumsily, almost scalding himself. The water could not be drunk as soon as it was turned on. He added half of the mineral water and tested the temperature before giving it to Fang Juexia.
When I got closer, I found that Fang Juexia was memorizing the nine-nine multiplication table, and he had already memorized a round from the beginning.
"Drink water." He lifted the quilt but was taken aback. He was completely blank, "Hey, why did you take off the T-shirt!"
Fang Juexia lay on her side, facing Pei Tingsong, arching to the side of the bed, "I'm hot."
"I caught a cold for a while!" Pei Tingsong rolled him up with the quilt, handed the water glass to his mouth, "drink water."
Fang Juexia gurgled and drank a whole cup under his feed, and smirked at him contentedly. The smile was sweet and soft, it was like a change of person.
"Close your eyes and sleep."
As soon as the voice fell, Fang Juexia obediently closed her eyes.
It's pretty good. Pei Tingsong stretched out his hand subconsciously, almost covering the soft hair of Jiao Xia. But he stopped quickly.
What's up
Pei Tingsong quickly stood up, and he wondered if he was also drunk.
Why can't help but want to touch his head.
"It's hot." Pei Tingsong took off his shirt with one hand, took his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
He needs a bath now to calm down.
When taking a bath, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but think of what Shang Sirui said while drinking. Could it be that the traffic that didn't talk to the program group was really the person who replaced Fang Juexia's official debut
When they were at Astar together, they should be trainees of the same period.
Qiyao is now the most popular men's group in China. The official pusher Liang Ruo has the best resources since his debut. The lead dancer and vice vocalist, choreographer is almost a fixed opening and closing C position. He has often been in two satellite TV variety shows before. , Although there are countless fans, but after all, there are big companies blessing, and the journey is smooth.
Looking at the cake of the day of escape, I must still want to set up a smart merchant design for myself.
Pei Tingsong has never understood this kind of operation of Liren. The fake is fake.
He couldn't help thinking about what Fang Juexia felt when he heard the news about Liang Ruo. Would he feel a pity? Would he be sad
If... If he hadn't been forced to leave Astar, what would it be like now
They shouldn't...
"Boom boom!"
The continuous knocking sound made Pei Tingsong awakened from his thoughts. When he turned his head, he almost didn't slip in fright, and a series of words beginning with f burst out. Fang Juexia, who thought he was asleep, suddenly appeared at the door of the bathroom, lying on the frosted glass door, patted the glass wall of the bathroom with his hands, "Let, let me in!"
The fogged glass made his figure look even more sneaky. Pei Tingsong leaned against the wall and pulled the towel to dry the water on his body hastily.
Fang Juexia’s face was pressed tightly against the glass, her face deformed, "My eyes are broken, how can I not see clearly..." He patted the glass door several times, "I have counted to a hundred. I caught you!"
It's over, he don't want to sleep tonight.
Pei Tingsong hastily changed his clothes and opened the bathroom door, but Fang Juexia, who was always ready, rushed forward and held him firmly with both hands.
"Catch, catch you!"
He didn't wear clothes, so he threw himself into Pei Tingsong's arms with his upper body naked, and he looked like a three-year-old child. Pei Tingsong had to follow him, "Yes, you caught me, you won. Can you sleep?"
Fang Juexia looked up, her watery eyes blinked and blinked, "Sleeping?"
"Yes, sleep." Pei Tingsong dragged him onto the bed, putting his hands and feet into the quilt, "Look at you, it's cold, and I don't care about you anymore."
"No." Fang Juexia hugged his arm, feeling so aggrieved that tears would fall from his eyes in the next second.
Just when Pei Tingsong's sympathy rose, Fang Juexia yelled sweetly, "Little Abacus~" He stubbornly stretched out his hand and scratched Pei Tingsong's chin, "Little Abacus, are you hungry? Go and pour you dog food~"
"I'm not the dog you raised!" Pei Tingsong grabbed his hand, "Fang Juexia, look more clearly, I am Pei Tingsong, it's yours..."
He paused, and Fang Jue Xia's watery eyes blinked.
After a second, Pei Tingsong continued, "I am your teammate, you know?"
"Know the little abacus."
Bai said. Pei Tingsong sighed and tucked a quilt for Fang Jue Xia, thinking about abacus and abacus. Now Fang Juexia has a child's disposition, he can only coax the children by coaxing them, "Or else, let's play a sleep game, okay? Whoever falls asleep first is the champion!"
Fang Juexia blinked, "Well, is there a reward?"
"Reward..." Pei Tingsong asked, "What reward do you want?"
Fang Juexia's mouth shrank slightly, "I... I want my dad to change back to the original dad."
Hearing this sentence, Pei Tingsong couldn't help frowning.
What does this mean, what is the original father.
But he couldn't delve into more now. This was Fang Juexia's private matter. Now he would accidentally say it when he was drunk. When he wakes up, he definitely doesn't want anyone to spy on his privacy.
"Okay, I'll give you everything you want, we'll be playing soon!" After saying that, Pei Tingsong turned off the light, and thought of Fang Juexia's night blindness, leaving a bedside lamp. He got into his bed, he was already very tired from flying, and he was already exhausted after having tossed for so long when he arrived at the hotel. Pei Tingsong sighed for a long while lying on the bed and closed his eyes.
He chanted repeatedly in his heart, praying that this guy would not go drunk again, and gradually he himself was about to fall into a dream, his consciousness dripping out of his stretched body and spreading out.
In a daze, he felt the quilt being pulled, and something arched from his feet to his side. Pei Hearsong was unconscious and gave a hum. But I heard Fang Juexia's voice in his ears.
"Can I hold you to sleep, little abacus."
Pei Tingsong, who had almost fallen asleep, woke up suddenly and opened his eyes to look at the people around him. The innocent and poor eyes looked at him like this.
It's crazy.
"Don't you have a bed?" Pei Tingsong was helpless to the extreme, "You are already a big child and you have to learn to sleep by yourself."
"But..." Fang Juexia narrowed her mouth, and stopped talking.
"But what?" Pei Tingsong looked at him like an adult.
Fang Juexia's voice was pitiful, "But my father came home today, I was a little scared, he, he drank again, will he scold me..."
He no longer spoke with the logic and composition that Fang Juexia had in the past, and was completely a panicked child. Although it was only a chaotic phrase, Pei Tingsong probably understood it.
"No," he touched Fang Juoxia's head, "don't be afraid."
Fang Juexia sniffed and looked at him, "Little Abacus, my eyes are sick, do you know?"
Pei Tingsong nodded and touched his eyes with his fingers, "I know."
"Then you will hate me too?" Fang Juexia's eyes were filled with water vapor, as if tears would fall in the next second. Somehow, Pei Tingsong's heart was twitching, and this feeling was particularly unfamiliar.
"Of course not." Pei Tingsong squeezed his cheek, "I am that kind of person, bah, am I that kind of dog?"
Fang Juexia finally laughed, "Will you accompany me to sleep?"
In the end, Pei Tingsong compromised. He is obviously a bad temper, rebellious and unfettered thorn, but every time he meets Fang Juexia, he will compromise and do something he would never do. It's as if this person has confiscated all his right to refuse.
"It can be," Pei Tingsong knew that some people would turn their faces and deny people when they got up tomorrow morning. Maybe they thought they were taking advantage of him, so he took out his phone and opened the recording software. "This is what you have to do with me. Sleeping together."
"Yeah!" Fang Juexia immediately became happy, saying that her voice was sweetened, her eyes were bright, like two beautiful glass beads, and Pei Tingsong's face was projected inside, "Then can I hold you?"
When asked by him, Pei Tingsong suddenly knotted his tongue and his ears became hot. "Whatever you want." After he said that, he turned to carry the other party Juexia. He has lived for more than ten or twenty years. He has never had anything to do with him. People have slept in the same bed, which is already his biggest compromise.
But within a second of turning around, Fang Juexia grabbed his clothes on his back and pulled gently, "I can't see you anymore."
"Fang Juexia, if you act like this, you will regret it when you wake up tomorrow." Pei Tingsong sighed and turned to face him, "Let's do it."
"Yeah!" Fang Juexia arched upwards, really hugging his head like a puppy, and patted Pei Tingsong's back, "Small abacus, sleep."
Pei Tingsong, a tall man who was close to 1.9 meters tall, was so shrunk in Fang Juexia's arms and pressed against his collarbone. The atmosphere didn't dare to take a mouthful, let alone sleep.
"Sleep..." Fang Juexia began to sing indiscriminately, as if he really wanted to coax the puppy to sleep. First, he played a lullaby without tune, and then somehow sang snails and oriole birds, and he could only sing the first sentence, repeated grapes. The tree sang that Pei Ting Song finally couldn't stand it.
He took Fang Juexia's arm away, and put him in his arms, put his arm under his neck, and hugged him in his arms.
"It's better for me to hug you." His chin rested on the top of Fang Juexia's hair, and his hand lightly patted Fang Juexia's back, "Go to sleep."
The child's mentality Fang Juexia also followed his example, patted Pei Tingsong's waist, and hugged him tightly, "Go to sleep, little abacus."
Finally settled down. Pei Tingsong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was the first hug between him and Fang Juexia, a real and close hug, even though neither of them was willing.
He once believed very firmly that he and Fang Juexia must be two people walking on different trajectories. Once they cross, the consequences will only be bad, not good.
So this moment came too suddenly and too unexpectedly.
If there really is time travel in the world, Pei Tingsong, who had traveled over a month ago, would probably be frightened to see this scene. Recalling the passage of these days, Pei Tingsong felt that they were forced to be involved in the same dramatic vortex. The more they thought about separation, the closer they got.
Feeling that Fang Juexia was quiet, Pei Tingsong reached for his mobile phone and turned off the recording. But at this moment, the person in his arms suddenly raised his head, holding Pei Tingsong’s face with both hands, and came up in the dim light and gave him a kiss. Maybe he was going to kiss his chin, or maybe he was on the cheek, but unfortunately Yes, they touched their lips.
Sudden respiratory arrest.
"Thank you for staying with me, Little Abacus." He smirked, then went back to Pei Tingsong's arms, rubbed his collarbone, and found the most comfortable position to close his eyes with confidence.
Pei Tingsong's nerves seemed to be anesthetized, and it was so slow that the dullness of his lips being hit still continued. This time, there is no glass candy paper, it is completely soft, the touch in the memory is slowed and stretched, touching, falling into, leaving, rebounding, four or two warm and soft to pull down the heavy heartbeat, after the touch He couldn't get back to calm anymore, getting faster and faster, so fast that he was even scared, and the mad rabbit in his heart would wake the little carrot in Fang Juexia's heart with two tightly pressed chests.
Oops.
He was attacked by a soft candy.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, until he didn’t even know how long, the heartbeat didn’t return to its normal frequency. This tight hug gave it a steady stream of energy, making it jump frantically and vividly. Regardless of Pei Tingsong's brain resistance.
This is his first kiss.
Pei Tingsong tried hard to convince himself that he was cool, very cool, and kissing and kissing the mouth was nothing at all, not to mention that he had already tried it once before passing the sugar paper.
But his persuasion didn't seem to have much effect. Adrenaline went up regardless, and the fragrance of Fang Juexia's shampoo confuses his brain. He felt dizzy and out of breath.
Obviously, his energy has been overdrawn, but Pei Tingsong just couldn't fall asleep, he didn't even dare to move, for fear of waking the person in his arms.
An unexpected kiss stuffed ten thousand butterflies into his chest. They fluttered their wings and tried to fly out of his throat. They conspired to plan a tsunami in a sea full of alcohol.
The innocent killer in his arms was finally tired and asleep, motionless like a soft doll, very well-behaved. Only Pei Tingsong knows that this is a beautiful weapon with great lethality.
And he is just a fool who obediently holds a small bomb.
Dazed and not knowing how long she slept, a headache pulled Fang Juoxia from deep sleep, her consciousness faintly floating. His thoughts were confused, he couldn't open his eyes, and only felt sore on his body, so he moved. Who knew that he immediately felt a pair of arms around him, tightened, and patted him on the back.
I vaguely heard the familiar low voice, with sleepiness, "Goodbye..."
good
What a strange dream is this.
The subconsciously tightened hug compressed the distance between the two people to almost nothing. What is embarrassing is that although Fang Juexia is not sure whether the sound he just heard is real, the touch that his thigh accidentally touches is real. Too much.
He suddenly returned to his senses, pushed away Pei Tingsong, who was still awake, and retreated to the bed with the quilt.
"Pei listen to song!"
This was the first time he was so emotional.
Pei Tingsong's brows were twisted together, "What's wrong..." He opened his eyes and saw Fang Juexia's standard posture after being bullied, and his dull brain became sober.
Sure enough, he knew.
At this time, Pei Tingsong had to sigh for his genius's precautions.
"Wait, calm down." Pei Tingsong got closer, but he actually wanted to use his mobile phone to show Fang Juexia the evidence.
But Fang Juexia didn't know what he was going to do. He only knew that as soon as he woke up, he found that he was naked and hugged tightly in his arms, and this guy who seemed to be the instigator was still approaching, "It's you who should calm down." He coughed, "And below you..."
under
Pei Tingsong, who hadn't fully woken up, looked down and then cursed in a low voice.
"Is this a normal phenomenon in the morning?" He looked shameless, and scratched his sleepy hair. "You are also a male. What can you fuss about? This is a normal performance in some way. You don't do you know?"
"Shut up." Fang Juexia didn't want to listen to any middle school physiology class he was attending. "Then why are you holding me to sleep? Didn't you say that you are not gay?" He tortured soulfully.
Pei Tingsong has nothing to say.
Shouldn't you ask yourself
Obviously last night, he took a bite of a small abacus, and he was so greasy that he stuck to him endlessly, and turned his face to deny him as soon as he opened his eyes.
Pei Tingsong is sober from anger to anger. He knows that Fang Juexia is the kind of stubborn personality that doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, so he decided to get the evidence he carefully kept, "Okay, I will tell you why."
Fang Juexia panicked suddenly, his mind was messed up, and this person kept approaching him again.
Where's his shirt
Isn't Bae Ting Song really gay? The idea lingered.
He stretched out his hand to resist, but Pei Tingsong grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't move." After saying that, he touched the pillow with the other hand, "Where did it go?"
"You let me go." Fang Juexia's remaining hand also began to struggle.
Pei Tingsong was really impatient by him, so he had to grab his other hand and press it on him, as if he was condescending and doing whatever he wanted, "I told you to stay still. Do you know how well you were last night? ?"
"you!"
"Turn your face after sleeping..." He stared at Fang Juexia, the hostility in his eyes softened again, "Observe. Wait for me to find..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a sound of slamming the door, and then Ling Yi's very penetrating voice.
"Dangdang Dangdang! Kaledo group comprehensive special! Early morning raid check!"
Hold.
The author has something to say: Cameraman: Do you think they are awake
Ling Yi: I don't think Xia can sleep late~
Cameraman: Is it appropriate for us to go in right now
Ling Yi: What's wrong with that, they won't sleep on the same bed!