Fang Lin himself didn't know when he woke up.
It was probably because the air conditioner was turned on too low. After all sex was over, he seemed to feel cold in a daze, and he shrank subconsciously.
He felt a heat source approaching him, and then quickly left, and then he was wrapped in the quilt, regaining the residual warmth from being warmed by others.
This time he finally slept soundly, so peacefully that he didn't even have a dream.
When he woke up for the second time, the sky was only just getting brighter.
For a few seconds he recalled what happened hours ago.
Duan Changke's encroachment was like an inexhaustible mountain fire. Fang Lin was involved in it, and fell into the hopeless abyss wrapped in the red sky and pungent smoke. He grabs the oxygen he needs to survive.
But this wildfire is not all suffering.
Fang Lin tried hard to make his first performance not so jerky, but he got a little funny later on, and his pretended responses gradually changed, and he also threw himself into this wildfire like a moth, putting The wings burned to ashes and were no longer under his control.
He also began to cater tentatively, making some voices that made him blush in retrospect in the quiet early morning.
So that's why when Duan Changke pressed up again later, he didn't push away even though he was exhausted.
Fang Lin rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly.
The bed in the hotel was huge, and the temperature around him had long since become freezing cold. Fang Lin hugged his knees under the quilt, and yawned with red eyes.
The reception area was not far from the bed, and the lights not far away were on. He poked his head over and saw Duan Changke sitting at the desk neatly dressed, and had already started working.
Probably Fang Lin's quilt had been rustling to attract the other party's attention. Duan Changke followed the sound to look over, and reached out to dim the lights by the way.
"Duan..." Fang Lin wanted to call him, so he let go of the hands wrapped around his body, and the quilt fell down along with his movements, and he was exposed in front of Duan Changke without any cover-up.
He was naked, and his chest was covered with marks left by the other party. Duan Changke was very careful, and even deliberately avoided the neck and forearms.
Fang Lin's skin is delicate and white, and the most obvious feature is that it is extremely easy to leave marks.
Therefore, a pinch mark that is innocuous on an ordinary person can stay with him for a long time. Through the fine white skin, it falls on the body with the opponent's strength, shining brightly red.
He is very thin, but not just shockingly thin, the lines of his body are still beautiful, especially the waist with Duan Changke's finger marks.
Compared with Fang Lin, Duan Changke had already tidied up, changed his clothes, and returned to the same appearance as before, as if the person who silently left marks on him last night was not him.
What's even more frightening is that following his actions, he suddenly felt a little strange down below.
Seeing that Fang Lin's expression was a little frozen, Duan Changke didn't keep his eyes on him for long when he realized something, and his expression was also calm. He only turned his head slightly: "You were not allowed to touch it when you fell asleep last night, so I didn't clean it up for you."
"No, it's okay," Fang Lin gritted his teeth, pulled a piece of clothes hastily to cover his body and stood up, but the touch still flowed down, no matter how proactive he was, he still blushed, his eyes flickering past Duan Changke go to the bathroom.
Fang Lin stayed in the bathroom for a long time, so long that Duan Changke came over politely and knocked on the bathroom door, asking if he needed help.
His gentleman and upbringing at this moment are in stark contrast to those a few hours ago. Thinking of this, Fang Lin's ears were blushing, and while getting things out, he shouted towards the door: "I'll do it myself!"
Duan Changke didn't insist and let him go.
Twenty minutes later, Fang Lin opened the bathroom door and poked his head from the inside: "Well, Mr. Duan..."
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Fang Lin looked at the crumpled shirt that was bitten by him, and couldn't help but think of what Duan Changke said last night: "Do you have any extra... clothes..."
He wanted to call Tao Le, but if he called now, there would be no need to explain, the other party would know everything.
Hey, hey, hey, although Tao Le has been telling himself to go up quickly, if he really found out about this without a buffer, he might be able to jump down from the stairs immediately yelling.
Duan Changke understood, said "wait a moment", and turned back after a while, holding a dress of Fang Lin's size in his hand: "Earlier, I sent someone to deliver the clothes, and I roughly estimated your size along the way. The size is also taken for you."
No wonder Duan Changke had already cleaned up when he saw Duan Changke.
"Thank you." Fang Lin took it.
Duan Changke was probably really busy, Fang Lin wondered if he only slept for an hour or two before coming out to work again.
And it seemed that his secretary must have been here. Fang Lin thought of Duan Changke's secretary He Cong. Every time the other party looked at him, he had a look that knew but didn't say anything. He always felt a little guilty thinking about it.
And besides these, he has other things he wants to say and ask.
For example... how was your experience yesterday? Does it feel good to see Duan Changke like this
Fang Lin adjusted his position, and found that he could only ask the last of the above questions.
In the end, he walked out of the bathroom wearing the clothes Duan Changke had prepared, without saying a word.
Fang Lin walked back to the bed and sat down, sniffing the air with his nose, then stood up again, and silently moved to the sofa beside him.
He turned on his phone, he was in Group B, it was still early before the start, and he was not in a hurry.
He was a little thirsty, and his throat was burning. He yawned and walked to the small refrigerator to find something to drink.
There are a lot of things in the small refrigerator, and the variety is also rich. Fang Lin was thinking about what to get, when he heard Duan Changke's footsteps, he asked casually, "Mr. Duan, what can I bring you?"
"Ice water."
Fang Lin picked out a bottle of ice water with the most foreign-looking packaging and handed it over, while he took a can of coffee that looked bitter and sour.
When Duan Changke took it, she saw what was in Fang Lin's hand, raised her eyebrows, and reminded: "This may not be very tasty."
"It's all right." Fang Lin opened it and took a sip, almost frowning from the bitterness. "The others in the refrigerator are too sweet."
Duan Changke glanced at him indifferently, and didn't ask this question any more.
His cell phone rang, and Fang Lin hung up after hearing a few replies from him.
This call made him belatedly realize that he should not stay here for too long.
If the relationship between them was not clear a day ago, he should correct his position and thoughts now.
After all, this is what he himself did.
They don't need to be like normal couples, they don't need to experience sex from love, they don't need to think about sincerity, they don't need to worry about some illusory things, and they don't need to hug each other tenderly after each sex is over. or ridiculous love stories.
"President Duan," Fang Lin tidied himself up, and said to Duan Changke, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first."
He smiled openly, with a kind of pure innocence in his smile, as if the mess on the bed and the carpet had nothing to do with him, he just watched all this with a cold eye, and he didn't feel any shame in seducing him.
"Fang Lin." Duan Changke called out his name, "Can you rest assured now?"
He didn't say it clearly, but Fang Lin still quickly understood.
"Well, thank you Mr. Duan," he said in a relaxed voice, "I got what I wanted."
Fang Lin walked towards the door under Duan Changke's gaze.
His steps seemed to be steady, but when he turned around, he took a little longer, and then he staggered and wanted to fall to the ground, and the dull pain in some parts came up, causing him to hiss.
Duan Changke reached out to support him, and the expression on his face finally changed.
After all, he was the one who made Fang Lin almost unable to walk.
"Thank you." Fang Lin turned his head, pressed his waist that was a little sore from twisting with one hand, and even joked with Duan Changke leisurely, "Mr. Duan, don't worry, I'm not that delicate."
"But it suddenly occurred to me that the relationship has been established, so now you are my real sponsor father?"
This question was a bit strange, but Duan Changke let him go and said "hmm".
Duan Changke glanced at Fang Lin with some anxiety, he did too hard yesterday, and he was not without responsibility: "If you are really uncomfortable, take a day off first."
What's more, I drank so much wine yesterday.
Fang Lin continued to raise his head and smile at him: "It's okay."
There was a light indifference in the voice.
"By the way." He put his hand on the doorknob and asked Duan Changke jokingly before leaving, "That paragraph always made me so miserable..."
He blinked and asked him the question, with the exact same expression as when he asked him "did you have sex" yesterday.
Pretentiously frivolous tone, and a clear and clean voice.
"I've followed you since then, will you treat me well?"
The word "good" is accented.
Duan Changke didn't answer right away.
He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, he looked up at Fang Lin and met his gaze.
"Then how can it be considered 'bad'?"
Fang Lin was taken aback for a moment, he probably didn't expect Duan Changke to ask such a question.
It seems that he needs to say the definition of "bad", or experience.
He didn't know how to answer for a while.
But Duan Changke seemed to be just asking casually, seeing that he didn't say anything, she smiled lightly again, walked over, and rubbed Fang Lin's head like that time in the office.
"Forget it," he said, "go down quickly, and get out of sight."
"It will be good for you."