Later, when Zheng Qiuyang came out of the shower, he saw Yuan Rui lying on the bed reading a book, glanced at it, and unexpectedly found that it wasn't "Detective Conan"—he was a Conan fan.
Zheng Qiuyang asked curiously, "What book?"
Yuan Ruiyang showed him the cover, "Basic Tutorial on Physical Movements in Film and Television Performance".
Zheng Qiuyang: "..."
Yuan Rui put down the book, looked at it twice, and said painfully: "I can't read it anymore, there are too many words."
Zheng Qiuyang said: "Don't look at it, go to sleep."
Yuan Rui closed the book, placed it next to the pile of "Detective Conan" on the bedside, and turned over and lay flat on the bed.
Zheng Qiuyang went over and kissed him.
After the kiss, Yuan Rui opened his wet eyes and asked, "Do you want to do it?"
Zheng Qiuyang smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Yuan Rui touched Zheng Qiuyang's lower abdomen, struggled for a moment before saying: "Do it, you are so hard... don't touch my chest today?"
Zheng Qiuyang didn't understand, "...why?"
Yuan Rui said embarrassingly: "You have to take off your coat when you do body exercises in class. Every time you rub it, it will swell up here. You can see it through your T-shirt. It's abnormally big."
Zheng Qiuyang wanted to laugh a little, and agreed: "Okay, I won't touch it."
But after a while he couldn't help it anymore, as soon as his hand touched there, Yuan Rui protested: "Stop!"
Zheng Qiuyang withdrew his hand. In less than half a minute, he touched it again.
Yuan Rui dissatisfied: "It's agreed, why are you doing this?"
Zheng Qiuyang said helplessly: "The more you think about not touching it, the more you can't control it."
Yuan Rui thought, nonsense, you are chest control.
Zheng Qiuyang said: "If you turn around and lie on your stomach, if you can't see it, your hands may not itch."
Yuan Rui felt that what he said made sense, so he obediently turned around and lay down on the bed.
Zheng Qiuyang pinched his waist and went in, the state of the two gradually became intense, and the mattress creaked.
Yuan Rui was screaming on the bed in a low voice, but suddenly his voice changed, and he shouted, "You're here again!"
Zheng Qiuyang hurriedly put his hands back on his waist.
Repeated this several times, Yuan Rui was a little angry, but he was too comfortable to say a word. Zheng Qiuyang was in the middle of the battle, and gradually forgot about it, rubbing and pinching wantonly.
In the end, the two of them lay on the bed overlapping each other, gasping for breath.
Zheng Qiuyang remembered it at this moment, shirked responsibility and said, "I can't blame it all."
Yuan Rui ignored him.
Zheng Qiuyang said: "Are you really angry?"
Yuan Rui still didn't speak.
Zheng Qiuyang was greatly surprised, Yuan Rui's temper was extremely good, and he had never been so ignorant of others.
He squeezed Yuan Rui's shoulder and said fawningly, "Yuan Xiaorui?"
Yuan Rui turned his head to look at him, the blush still remained on his face, he pursed his lips tightly, and said after a while, "Why don't you count your words?"
Zheng Qiuyang immediately said: "I was wrong."
Yuan Rui moved and said, "You go down first, my legs are numb from the pressure."
Zheng Qiuyang turned to the side, took off the condom and threw it into the waste basket beside the bed.
Yuan Rui sat up slowly, and complained aggrievedly: "Look, it's swollen again."
Zheng Qiuyang suppressed a smile and said solemnly: "Well, I was wrong and I couldn't control it."
Yuan Rui frowned and said: "It's clearly agreed, if you can't do it, then don't agree."
Zheng Qiuyang couldn't bear it anymore, he was rolling with laughter.
Yuan Rui blushed with anger, and said, "You're still laughing! What about tomorrow's class?"
Zheng Qiuyang smiled and said: "It's okay, no one is staring there."
Yuan Ruidao: "Why not? It's because someone watched today's class, so I told you not to do this."
Zheng Qiuyang couldn't help laughing, "Who? Who watched it?"
Yuan Ruidao: "A classmate, I don't remember his name, turned his head to look at me all the time in class, and I felt that he was looking at my chest. He must think I'm weird."
Zheng Qiuyang said in his heart that your classmate is strange, okay! He sat up and asked, "Are you handsome?"
Yuan Rui thought for a while, and said, "It's pretty handsome, but a little girly."
Zheng Qiuyang: "..."
He looked at Yuan Rui's chest and abdominal muscles, and his wheat-colored skin, feeling a little complicated.
Yuan Rui got out of bed and looked in front of the full-length mirror, and said frantically, "It's so swollen again!"
After breakfast the next day, Zheng Qiuyang went out. Yuan Rui washed the dishes and began to wipe the table and mop the floor. Before finishing, Zheng Qiuyang came back.
"You skipped work again?" Yuan Rui disapproved, "Even if no one cares, you can't indulge yourself like this."
Zheng Qiuyang didn't come in, and said, "I bought something for you and brought it back, let's go right away."
Yuan Rui walked over to have a look, and Zheng Qiuyang bought him a box of nipple stickers.
Zheng Qiuyang beat around the bush and said, "I was wrong yesterday, and I won't promise you anything I can't do in the future."
Yuan Rui looked at him and said, "Oh."
Zheng Qiuyang said: "Before going to class in the afternoon, remember to post it... Stay away from that classmate, so that he won't look at you."
Yuan Rui said: "Yes."
Zheng Qiuyang said, "Then I'm leaving."
Yuan Rui grabbed his sleeve and said, "Actually, I wasn't very angry yesterday."
Zheng Qiuyang: "..."
Yuan Rui was a little embarrassed, "I didn't treat you well, I regretted it at that time."
Zheng Qiuyang deliberately said: "Really? I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore."
Yuan Rui said: "How is it possible!"
Zheng Qiuyang looked at him silently.
Yuan Rui whispered: "I like you so much."
Zheng Qiuyang's heart softened to water, from a straight playboy to what he is today, he admitted it willingly.
There are a total of twelve lessons in the acting training class, and before he knew it, Yuan Rui had already completed half of it.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner. For Yuan Rui, who has no parents and family, this festival has been dispensable for many years. This year has become a little different.
"Mr. Zheng's birthday is August 15th?" Zhao Zhengyi said with a smile, "No wonder you have such a good life."
Yuan Rui said: "What's so good about life?"
Zhao Zhengyi said: "Isn't it good to be born the son of a jewelry king? Unlike me, my dad is a taxi driver, hahaha."
Yuan Rui frowned and said, "You can't say that. He's actually... well, don't talk about him. My dad doesn't have a job. He's a gambler. I'm worse off than you."
Zhao Zhengyi: "..."
Yuan Ruidao: "But after he divorced my mother, I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and I don't know where he went."
Zhao Zhengyi said cautiously: "That's also good, so as not to drag Auntie and you again."
Yuan Rui sighed, and said, "I can't drag you down, my mother has been dead for almost ten years."
Zhao Zhengyi sympathized: "I suddenly feel that my life is very good... Then, how have you lived these years?"
Yuan Ruidao: "My stepfather is very kind to me. He supports me in school and even sends me abroad."
Zhao Zhengyi was very moved by the fact that there is still such love in the reorganized family, saying: "There is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world..."
Yuan Rui pointed out the car window and said, "Look, that's my stepdad."
Zhao Zhengyi followed his finger and looked at it. It was a billboard of the Chinese dream. On it was an amiable middle-aged man. He was shocked and said, "Your stepfather is the district chief!?"
Yuan Rui said: "Deputy."
Zhao Zhengyi twisted and said: "...my life is still the worst."