Instead, Jiang Hengshu grabbed Fu Zhen's hand on his shoulder and pulled it in his direction. Fu Zhen leaned forward and sat on Jiang Hengshu's lap.
Jiang Hengshu's two wrists were around Fu Zhen's waist, locking him in his arms.
Fu Zhen's face turned red all the way up to his neck, like a cooked shrimp, and he moved his body a little uneasily.
Jiang Hengshu whispered, "Let me hug you for a while."
Fu Zhen's movement stopped immediately, his back was pressed against Jiang Hengshu's chest, as if he could hear the beating of Jiang Hengshu's heart in his chest, Jiang Hengshu's broad palm was on the back of Fu Zhen's hand, His breath hit Fu Zhen's neck.
They were silent with each other, Fu Zhen was beating violently, and wanted to speak a few times, but felt that such quietness was very good, and it was also a kind of luck to grow old with Jiang Hengshu like now.
Soon Fu Zhen noticed something different behind him, his face became redder, he twisted his upper body to break free, and then wanted to get closer, his two hands were still hanging on Jiang Hengshu's neck, Burying his head in Xiang Jiang Hengshu's chest, he asked in a muffled voice, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No need." Jiang Hengshu's voice was a bit more magnetic and sexy than usual, and his hands held Fu Zhen tighter.
The sound of their breathing blended together, and for a while it actually overwhelmed the howling wind outside the house.
I don't know how long it took before the two of them calmed down. Fu Zhen's cell phone rang. It should be that the author of the manuscript sent him a message. Fu Zhen raised his head from Jiang Hengshu's chest and glanced at the bed. mobile phone, but he didn't want to leave Jiang Hengshu's arms.
"Is there anything else to do later?" Jiang Hengshu asked softly.
Fu Zhen hummed: "I still need to draw pictures."
"Okay, wait for me." Jiang Hengshu let go of his hand, and Fu Zhen stood up from his lap and looked down at him.
Jiang Hengshu got up and left from Fu Zhen's room, but he came back soon after, holding a foreign language book in one hand and the computer that Fu Zhen returned to him that day in the other. Sit down by the bed and hand the computer to Fu Zhen: "Use mine."
Just as Fu Zhen was about to open his mouth, Jiang Hengshu said, "You don't need to say thank you."
So Fu Zhen swallowed back the words on his lips, took Jiang Hengshu's computer, connected the drawing board, and then picked up another sketchbook under the pillow, sat on the bedside and started to conceive a sketch.
Jiang Hengshu sat by the bed, and the room became quiet again. Outside the house was the sound of tenants playing mahjong. The crisp sound of mahjong colliding, combined with the sound of Jiang Hengshu turning the pages of the book, did not feel noisy.
Fu Zhen couldn't calm down. He put down the paintbrush in his hand and stared at Jiang Hengshu for a while. Jiang Hengshu probably sensed his gaze and raised his head from the book, "Huh?"
Fu Zhen thought for a while, put down the thing in his hand, and climbed from the bed to Jiang Hengshu's side. Jiang Hengshu turned his head to look at him, and a smile flashed in his blue eyes. Fu Zhen was Eve who was tempted by the poisonous snake. He couldn't help it Lifting his neck, his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to ask for a kiss.
Jiang Hengshu put down the book in his hand and chuckled. Fu Zhen felt his ears warm up. Then Jiang Hengshu lowered his head and pressed his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, deepening the kiss little by little.
After a while Fu Zhen was out of breath, Jiang Hengshu let go of his hand, Fu Zhen lay on the bed, still looking up at Jiang Hengshu, like a small animal returning from hunting, his eyes were moist and his eyelashes fluttered Yes, lips with a layer of water.
Jiang Hengshu's hand slid across Fu Zhen's face and stopped at the corner of his lips. He suddenly thought of something, got up and took two steps towards the bed, grabbing Fu Zhen's leg.
"Don't..." Fu Zhen didn't expect this moment to come so fast, his heart was about to jump out of his chest, he uttered tiny and thin syllables, trying to stop Jiang Hengshu's next move, but he didn't move.
"Let me see your legs." Jiang Hengshu's voice was hoarse and deep, which did not sound very credible.
But in fact, after taking Fu Zhen's pants down to his ankles, Jiang Hengshu really only looked at Fu Zhen's left leg.
It has been more than two years since Fu Zhen was injured, and now there is nothing to see except for the ugly scar, but his two legs look weaker and paler than ordinary people, and the blue under the skin Blood vessels are clearly visible.
Fu Zhen thought of what was underneath him. Even though Jiang Hengshu couldn't see it now, he still felt a little ashamed. He wanted to put his legs together, but found that he had no strength in his whole body.
Jiang Hengshu put Fu Zhen's trousers back on. He didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, but he only mentioned his thighs a little up and stopped.
He got up from the bed, tidied up his messy clothes, and looked down at Fu Zhen lying on the bed. Fu Zhen's breathing had not been adjusted properly, his chest was heaving, his eyes were blurred, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Go to bed early." Jiang Hengshu looked away, bent down and kissed Fu Zhen on the forehead, "Good night."
"Good night."
After Jiang Hengshu left, after a while, Fu Zhen sat up from the bed. He still felt a bit unreal in a dream about what happened just now. He looked at his pants, and his face turned red again up.
Now that he and Jiang Hengshu are really together, Jiang Hengshu doesn't remember what happened that night, so he doesn't know that his body is actually different from normal people.
Fu Zhen pursed his lips, he should find a chance to make it clear to Jiang Hengshu, if... If Jiang Hengshu can't accept him like this...
Fu Zhen didn't want to think about such a result, he sighed, fell back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and hid his face under the quilt.
He thought of that ridiculous night.
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Early the next morning, Fu Zhen received a message saying that his courier had arrived. When Fu Zhen left, he glanced at Jiang Hengshu's room. The door was closed, and he didn't know if he was in there.
When he came back from the outside, he saw Jiang Hengshu coming down the stairs with a bag. After seeing Fu Zhen, he walked up to him and touched Fu Zhen's head with his hand. Said: "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back in the afternoon."
Fu Zhen hummed, turned around and watched Jiang Hengshu's figure gradually disappear from his sight.
Before two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu came back from the outside. He was carrying a black suitcase in his hand. After returning to the room, he threw the suitcase in the corner. The quality of the suitcase was probably not very good. , was directly split open by his fall, revealing stacks of banknotes inside. Jiang Hengshu walked over and kicked the box under the bed expressionlessly.
When he came to Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen was drawing a picture. He sat down beside Fu Zhen and said to him, "Draw first."
This sketch is about to be completed, Fu Zhen responded without stopping the pen in his hand, Jiang Hengshu watched him silently from the side, he liked Fu Zhen's appearance when he was working seriously.
About half an hour later, Fu Zhen put down his pen, and after looking at Jiang Hengshu, he turned around and took out a small black box from the drawer of the bedside table, and held it in front of Jiang Hengshu, his eyes were shining , Said to Jiang Hengshu: "I wanted to buy this for you before Christmas."
Jiang Hengshu didn't expect that Fu Zhen would buy him a gift. He took the box and opened it in front of Fu Zhen. Inside was a white tie with silver dark stripes, which was very meticulously crafted.
Fu Zhen doesn't have a lot of income, so the price of this tie should be quite a fortune for him.
Fu Zhen was afraid that Jiang Hengshu would not like it, and he also knew that Jiang Hengshu's background was much better than he had imagined before, so he said to Jiang Hengshu with some embarrassment: "I wanted to buy you a pair of leather shoes, but I don't know your shoes. size, so after thinking about it, I bought this.”
Jiang Hengshu hummed, and handed the tie to Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen's pupils shrank. He thought it was Jiang Hengshu who didn't want such a gift, and then he heard Jiang Hengshu say to himself: "Help! I'll tie it on."
Fu Zhen looked up at him. Jiang Hengshu's serious expression reminded Fu Zhen of his high school head teacher, but his head teacher didn't have so much hair, and he wasn't as good-looking as Jiang Hengshu.
The suit Jiang Hengshu is wearing today is not suitable for wearing a tie, but Fu Zhen will not refuse Jiang Hengshu, so he takes the tie out of the box, compares it on Jiang Hengshu's chest, and then wraps it around. over his neck.
Fu Zhen hasn't tied a tie for a long time. The last time he tied a tie was probably three years ago. Now his technique is a bit rusty, and it looks crooked after he tied it. Fu Zhen lowered his head, Jiang Hengshu's breath passed over his head.
Fu Zhen took a step back, looked at Jiang Hengshu from head to toe, and scratched his head. This tie did not match the suit Jiang Hengshu was wearing at night. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "Don't wear it. .”
Jiang Hengshu hummed, and Fu Zhen exerted a little strength when pulling the tie. Jiang Hengshu lowered his head and kissed Fu Zhen's lips.
Like animals in heat, they want to integrate each other into their bodies all the time, exchanging each other's saliva. When they parted, the tie that was originally on Jiang Hengshu's neck turned out to be a different method now. It ran to Fu Zhen's shoulder.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand, rubbed his fingertips on Fu Zhen's lips, turned his head to look at the sky outside, and said to Fu Zhen, "We should go, go and change."
Fu Zhen hummed, and stuck out his tongue to lick his finger.
Jiang Hengshu's eyes dimmed, but he didn't do anything else. He lightly pinched Fu Zhen's face: "I'll wait for you outside."
Jiang Hengshu stopped outside Fu Zhen's door. A passing tenant saw him and was very curious. He came over and asked him, "Since when did your relationship with this little cripple get so good?"
"It's always been good." Jiang Hengshu said.
Not long after, Fu Zhen opened the door and walked out of the room. He was wearing a white hoodie, paired with black leggings, his hair was neatly combed, and there seemed to be something painted on his face. Much more ruddy than usual.
In a trance, there was some appearance of the young master of the Fu family back then.
Jiang Hengshu frowned, and said to Fu Zhen, "Wear more."
Fu Zhen didn't move. He wanted to see Jiang Hengshu's friends today. Most of the winter clothes he bought were for keeping warm and didn't have any styles. He hoped to give Jiang Hengshu's friends a better impression.
Jiang Hengshu has a feeling that he doesn't want to go to school when facing his little niece, Sapo, but Fu Zhen doesn't know how to do it. He just stares at him with big black eyes and protests silently.
He dragged Fu Zhen into his room, opened the closet, picked it up for a while, found a black woolen coat from inside, and handed it to Fu Zhen: "Put it on."
Jiang Hengshu bought this coat this fall, and he hasn't worn it much. Fortunately, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are not too different in size, and it looks good on the outside.