No matter what age a man is, he always has a certain desire to win or lose on the court. 3 ON 3 is basically one-on-one marking. Zheng Yuan is the forward of his team, and Yan Shuwang belongs to their team. Naturally, the two of them met together.
Yan Shuwang is taller, and when he raises his arms to defend against people, there will always be more or less physical contact. His footsteps are nimble, and his fake movements are also in place. He has broken through Zheng Yuan's defense several times. Everyone showed a lot of temperament. When Yan Shuwang made his last 2-point jump, Zheng Yuan was in a hurry to guard him. When he jumped up, he didn't pay attention to his balance and fell on the opponent.
Jiao Tang shouted: "Be careful!"
Yan Shuwang subconsciously hugged Zheng Yu'an's waist.
The weight of an adult male is not that of a kitten or a puppy. Zheng Yu'an only felt that his vision fell rapidly, and Yan Shuwang was obviously unable to support him.
Zheng Yu'an was on Yan Shuwang's body, his elbows propped up on both sides of the other's head, their lower bodies were pressed against each other, Yan Shuwang's thigh muscles were hot and tense, he lay rigidly, probably because of a momentary stupor, and the whole person didn't move.
"I'm sorry." Zheng Yuan remembered, just changed his posture, and Yan Shuwang under him snorted again.
"You pressed my hair." Yan Shuwang said in a low voice.
Zheng Yuan hurriedly removed his palm, Yan Shuwang's hair was ruffled a lot by him, and it was loosely draped in half, and the latter simply pulled the hair tie and sat up halfway.
Zheng Yuan really felt embarrassed: "I'm sorry." He stretched out his hand and handed it to Yan Shuwang, "Can you stand up, are you injured?"
Yan Shuwang's eyes fell on the other's fingertips. He hesitated for a while before raising his hand to hold it. Jiao Tang had already run over and was stunned when he saw the two holding hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Yan Shuwang shook his head: "It's okay."
He didn't let go of his hand, and Zheng Yu'an didn't mind letting him hold it. Jiao Tang said, "Let's go back to the lounge first."
Of course Jiao Tang had no objection, and he greeted the rest of the people and dispersed.
Zheng Yu'an was afraid of where Yan Shuwang really fell, so he half-supported and half-held and sent the person back to the lounge.
"I'll take a look at your legs." Zheng Yu'an half-knelt in front of the man, rolled up the other's trousers to the knees, lowered his head and observed it carefully for a while.
Yan Shuwang's legs are very beautiful, his skin is clean and fair, his body hair is neither sparse nor exuberant, and everything is just fine. Zheng Yu'an saw the red spots, but the skin was not broken, so he raised his head and asked, "Does it hurt? pain?"
Yan Shuwang probably didn't expect him to suddenly raise his head, and his eyes happened to fall into Zheng Yuan's eyes. The two looked at each other silently for a while before Yan Shuwang smiled softly: "It doesn't hurt."
Zheng Yu'an: "It shouldn't hurt the bones... What about other places?"
Yan Shuwang thought about it for a while, and didn't know if it was a joke, and said, "It hurts my butt to fall."
Zheng Yu'an was very attentive: "Is it the tail vertebra? You lie down and I'll take a look."
Yan Shuwang really lay down on the bench.
Zheng Yu'an lifted the other party's sports vest, revealing Yan Shuwang's half-cut psoas. The side curvature seemed to be carved, solid and sexy. When encountering people of the same sex with the same figure, he was more or less eager to compare. Zheng Yu'an was suddenly curious. Yan Shuwang has a few more abdominal muscles on the front.
Rao is of the same gender. It is still a bit embarrassing to help people take off their pants. In the end, Zheng Yu'an only pulled off the elastics of the other party's sweatpants, took a look inside, and said vaguely, "It doesn't seem to be swollen."
Yan Shuwang's head lay on his back, and after a long while, he made a muffled "um".
"I'll buy you a bottle of water." Zheng Yuan stood up and said thoughtfully, "Lie down for a while."
Yan Shuwang had already sat up, he nodded expressionlessly, his posture was a bit strange, and he seemed to inadvertently took a bath towel to cover his lower body.
After the others left, Yan Shuwang's brows showed an unbearable trace of exhaustion.
The phone on the side rang for a while, but Yan Shuwang ignored it. He waited for the turbulent desire in his lower body to calm down, and then took out a cigarette from his bag on the ground, knocked one out and put it in his mouth.
It was Jiao Tang who called, and Yan Shuwang opened the screen lazily with a cigarette in one hand.
"Mr. Zheng is so handsome." Jiao Tang said, "No wonder you like it."
Yan Shuwang snorted, he was so good-looking, even the shape of the tip of his lips was touching, and when he smiled contemptuously, he looked like that sloppy prodigal son: "He is a straight man, not from our side."
Jiao Tang's mother said angrily: "Oh, why say it, straight men are boring."
Yan Shuwang took a breath and said nothing.
In fact, Jiao Tang didn't dare to touch his bad head, especially when Yan Shuwang was in a normal mood, he could only persuade in a soft voice: "There is no grass anywhere in the world, there are little 0s everywhere in the circle for you to choose, don't be so stupid. ."
Yan Shuwang laughed again, and when Jiao Tang heard it, he shut his mouth wisely.
"You said," Yan Shu looked at the scarlet fire on the cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "If I kill him when he comes back, will it count as rape?"