After taking a bath at night, Yan Rong came out of the bathroom with wet hair, and the roommate who was playing with the mobile phone said, "Just now your mobile phone rang."
He responded, brushed his hair a few more times, and climbed to his bed on the upper bunk to read on his mobile phone. It was a message from Bai Tu, and as usual he was concerned about his recent health and studies.
He replied seriously: "I went to take a shower just now. I am in good health, and my studies are not strenuous. I am practicing calligraphy recently. The teacher said that I have made great progress."
It was probably because Bai Tu had something to do, Yan Rong waited for a while without any movement, and then sent another message: "Brother Bai Tu, you should also pay attention to your health, good night."
Bai Tu really cared about him, but he had a ghost in his heart, and every time he faced Bai Tu's kindness, he felt uneasy.
He sat on the bed with his back against the wall and looked through his phone. There was a photo album full of photos of Liang Xi. The photos were not taken secretly by him, but photos or stills he downloaded from the Internet.
But he hasn't opened this photo album for a while, and he rarely thinks of Liang Xi recently.
On the contrary, I miss Wang Jin more and more.
From one bad thing to another bad thing.
Tomorrow is Friday, will Wang Jin still wait for him at the school gate after school
Today Wang Jin went to take him to get his hair cut. Why
Because Wang Jin missed him.
Although there is only one day until the weekend, Wang Jin just can't wait for this day.
When he heard the nurses chatting about having their hair done on February 2, he immediately thought that Yan Rong's hair was a bit long.
It's time to cut it, just to be able to meet.
The last time I was full of anticipation and freshness for someone like this was more than ten years ago.
At that time, the reason could be clearly explained, but now it is not clear at all.
Does he love Yan Rong? For a teenager, talking about love is too absurd.
He likes that Yan Rong is young and beautiful, with a variety of styles on the bed, and innocent and cute off the bed, but it seems that he is not entirely right to say that he only likes Yan Rong physically.
He hoped that Yan Rong would become more and more confident and happy when he was with him, and that he could have a happy life when he was separated from him in the future.
… This is a bed partner relationship out of bad taste.
Selfless and great.
This conclusion stunned him for a while before he came back to his senses.
On Friday, he received Yan Rong and took Yan Rong to dinner.
Last week I went to eat Cantonese cuisine, last week it was Northeast cuisine, and this week they came to a Fujian cuisine restaurant.
Although Yan Rong didn't say it, according to Wang Jin's observation, he is full of interest in several major Chinese cuisines.
When ordering, Yan Rong pointed to the soft-shelled turtle soup on the first page and asked, "What is soft-shelled turtle?"
Wang Jin explained: "It's a turtle."
Yan Rong was even more unclear. The waitress was smiling, and he was too embarrassed to ask again, pointing to the menu and saying, "This is what I want."
The waitress looked at Wang Jin, and Wang Jin smiled and said, "Let's do it."
Yan Rong only drank a small bowl of soup and ate two small pieces of soft-shelled turtle meat. He really liked the taste and wanted to have some more.
But Wang Jin said: "That's enough, if you come again, you won't have to sleep tonight."
Yan Rong asked strangely: "Why?"
By midnight, he knew why.
Wang Jin originally thought that he only ate a little, and he had already done it once before going to bed, so there should be nothing wrong, but he was a little surprised when he entangled him in the middle of the night.
Reaching out to turn on the light, Wang Jin asked, "Is it uncomfortable?"
Yan Rong hugged his waist and whispered: "En."
Wang Jin touched his face, feeling a little hot.
Yan Rong said: "I... I'm a little bloated."
Wang Jin reached down and touched it a few times, it was slippery and hot.
Yan Rong felt very uncomfortable, and cuddled even tighter into Wang Jin's arms, saying: "Wang Jinzhou, what should I do?"
His voice was soft, a little coquettish, and a little pleading.
He was just courting.
Wang Jin liked his appearance so much, and said softly, "Let me go first."
Yan Rong was very obedient, and quickly let go of the hands holding him, and closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
As usual, Wang Jin came to kiss his eyes again. They had never kissed before, but this act of kissing eyes carried a different kind of sweetness.
He felt ashamed. He hadn't asked Wang Jin to do this kind of thing to him. In the past, it was Wang Jin who took the initiative and took the lead.
Same thing with the time before going to bed.
Wang Jin kissed his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his neck, and then all the way down.
He felt that Wang Jin was about to separate his legs, so he opened them voluntarily, and hurriedly raised an arm to block his eyes.
Wang Jin touched it lightly with his fingers, and said, "You can't go in, the mucous membrane inside can't stand it."
Yan Rong opened his eyes under the cover of his arm, and said, "Then... what should I do then?"
Wang Jin sighed.
He lay down between Yan Rong's legs.
Yan Rong had never done this kind of thing, let alone anyone else. He was so startled that his feet bounced off the bed for a moment, and fell down heavily in the next second. His ten round toes were tightly pressed against the bed sheet. Shaking all the way from my calf to my whole body.
He was still developing, and it wasn't too big there. Wang Jin didn't have to work hard.
Soon, he vented in Wang Jin's mouth.
Wang Jin got up and went to the bathroom, and only woke up a little while rinsing his mouth.
It's killing me.
He has never done it for others, and there are very few others doing it for him. He has always felt that this kind of behavior is not aesthetically pleasing, and he would skip this part when he watched pornography when he was young.
Maybe it's because Yanrong is a child.
After he came out, he saw Yan Rong lying on the bed curled up on his side, his face was so red that it was about to drip blood.
He smiled and said, "Are you all right?"
Yan Rong said: "Yes."
He lay down next to Yan Rong, covered the two of them with a quilt, and said, "Go to sleep."
He turned off the light.
In the darkness, Yanrong's breaths fluttered on his shoulders and neck with fast and slow breaths.
He was disturbed by the heat and couldn't sleep.
"Wang Jinzhou," Yan Rong said, "I'm sorry, that... doesn't taste good?"
Wang Jindao: "It's okay, it's not as bad as I imagined."
The taste is very light, except for a bit astringent, almost no taste.
He waited for Yanrong to speak again, but Yanrong stopped talking.
Just when he was getting sleepy, he heard Yan Rong ask softly next to his ear: "Do you like me?"