After the other party finished speaking, he went to rinse his mouth. Fang Lin was exhausted and didn't want to move, so he just lay on the bed and waited for him to come back.
After the numbness down to the tailbone subsided, Fang Lin looked up at the ceiling, still unable to calm down.
Duan Changke was... actually willing to do this.
He recalled that when the two of them first started their relationship, Duan Changke was often indifferent. Although he didn't pull up his pants to deny people, he wasn't very warm either.
After a long time, those different emotions began to appear.
But in any case, the other party will use this method to make him less sensitive.
Like his usual clean and neat style, but put it on his head, Fang Lin still feels psychedelic.
Fang Lin took off his underwear and threw them at his feet, squinting his eyes lazily, thinking about these things dally on the bed.
Duan Changke came back soon, his hair was still a bit disheveled, a few strands of hair were wet and covered his eyes, trembling restlessly on his forehead.
Recalling how she fiddled with his hair just now—Fang Lin wanted to look away in embarrassment, but was unwilling.
So he looked down and landed on the clothes that were wrinkled by himself.
The original meticulously expensive coat was wrinkled, but the other party didn't mind, took the pajamas in front of Fang Lin, and then began to unbutton them slowly.
Fang Lin just blinked at him like this, motionless, a little dazed.
"What's the matter." Duan Changke hung up his coat, reached out to touch his face, and said with a smile in his voice, "The technique is not very good, is Master Fang still satisfied?"
His fingertips were warm, just like when he touched him just now.
Satisfied of course, almost satisfied.
Fang Lin couldn't see what he was like now, but he was probably nodding his head like a fool.
Duan Changke pinched his face and looked at him. After a few seconds, he hadn't finished changing his clothes and was still wearing a shirt, so he simply pulled Fang Lin into his arms and hugged him.
Fang Lin learned his lesson this time, and let him hug him without moving, and waited until the heartbeat of the person who was hugging him was in line with his own, and then stretched out his arms and put them on his back to respond to him.
He heard Duan Changke smile, and said to himself as if mocking himself: "I'm going to be thirty soon, I didn't expect to be so sticky."
Only then did Fang Lin remember that he didn't know Duan Changke's birthday, so he whispered in his arms, "When?"
"After the Spring Festival."
"Oh, not old." Fang Lin blew on his chest with a smile, and then spoke again, with a regretful voice, "I don't even know your birthday."
Duan Changke remembered that Fang Lin never asked these questions before, and he would not take the initiative to disclose his situation, so the two were still in a state of unequal information.
"As for the others, both parents live in this city, and there are no brothers or sisters..." So Duan Changke simply took the initiative to say a few words, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Fang Lin realized that since just now—or since he kissed her in the bar lounge, Duan Changke has more or less, overtly or secretly, wanted him to get closer to her bit by bit.
"Ask again when you think about it." Fang Lin yawned due to the tiredness after satiation, "There's no rush. Let me take my time."
"Okay." Duan Changke rubbed his hair, "I also blame me, after all, I have said similar things before."
Fang Lin didn't realize it all at once, and it took a while to remember that Duan Changke once said when the two of them first started, don't look for a sense of security in this relationship.
But in all fairness, that wasn't actually the real reason why I didn't dare approach him.
What's more, Duan Changke now wants to be his shore, let herself swim to him, and then anchor, or lean on.
"Ah, it's okay." Fang Lin blinked and nodded, "It's not your fault."
"But I'm a little sleepy now." His voice became smaller and smaller, "I'm going to sleep."
After speaking, he poked Duan Changke's lower abdomen: "Can I not do it today?"
Duan Changke didn't expect that Fang Lin's first words would be this after he relaxed, but he was indeed not in such a hurry, and said a little funnyly: "After a lot of trouble, you responded to this, or what I just said was for nothing?"
He stroked the hair on Fang Lin's head: "Go to sleep."
"Okay." Fang Lin really got more and more sleepy as he talked, and yawned again.
"Duan... Duan Changke." He tied his tongue, maybe he hasn't gotten used to the address, "Forget it, I'll call him what I like, as long as you understand."
"Okay." The other party responded very simply, "Is the temperature of the room suitable?"
"Appropriate. But..." Fang Lin nodded, and then rubbed against him like an octopus, "I want you to hug me to sleep."
He bit his lower lip, and finally said the simplest sentence.
The weak request that has been struggling for so long can finally be without any reason or prefix at this moment.
After Fang Lin finished speaking, he buried his face in the other party's arms, raised his head to look at him when he was young, and just looked at him without saying anything.
After a while, he started laughing at Duan Changke again, before he would definitely call himself a fool for his current appearance.
But now he feels that gazing can also convey love.
— He received a positive reply and had a good night's sleep.
Fang Lin woke up early the next day. After all, he was delayed for so many days before, and he still had no negative news in front of the public. Temporarily stranded work because of his own reasons does not mean that he does not need to face it. If he does not want to terminate the contract, he will always have to pay it back.
When he woke up, Duan Changke was still asleep, still hugging him, God knows how much profound ideological work he had done before he was willing to carefully wrestle away from the other party's arms.
It was already late autumn, and it was late at dawn. Fang Lin tiptoed to the kitchen to cook a breakfast. When the aroma came out, he turned around and saw Duan Changke standing behind him.
Seeing him busy in the kitchen, Duan Changke probably hadn't woken up yet, holding on to the door frame of the kitchen, suddenly said: "Morning, Miss Snail."
Perhaps this title is still a bit shameful, Tianluo girl was a little flustered and blushed: "I am not very diligent, I am just used to doing it by the way..."
Duan Changke didn't continue to tease him, she leaned against the door and watched him, at first she wanted to help, but in the end she was afraid of making trouble, so she just participated with her eyes.
Probably because of the change of identity, looking at Fang Lin, he felt inexplicably awkward, so he simply washed his hands and pushed Duan Changke out before drying them. The reason was "Miss Tianluo thinks you are weird".
Both are still a little uncomfortable, but both of them are willing to accept this sense of discomfort.
In the end, not only did Fang Lin fail to drive Duan Changke out of the kitchen, but he even didn't pay attention when turning off the fire, and was hugged by him against the kitchen counter.
Fang Lin felt that the kitchen was really magical.
Originally, he just wanted to take care of his family and learned this skill, but here he quarreled with Duan Changke for the first time, got a little angry for the first time, threw away his sensitive self-esteem and hugged him from behind for the first time, and then he had a new life. different life.
So Fang Lin didn't struggle, he just rejoiced in his heart that it was still early, and he could still make it to the time agreed with Tao Le after a while.
But Duan Changke didn't make any further moves, just hugged him.
Just like Fang Lin liked Duan Changke's kisses, Duan Changke actually liked hugging him very much.
"I'm a bit regretful," Duan Changke put both hands on his hands, her voice was low and hoarse, and she lightly half-kissed and half-pecked the back of his neck, "I should have exposed that relationship earlier. broken."
"That won't work," Fang Lin jokingly followed his words, "Maybe I didn't know that I liked you at that time, and I might have to work hard to find what house and car endorsement resources you want..."
"Don't bother thinking about it, as long as you say it, I can give it to you." Duan Changke held Fang Lin's earlobe with two lips, and the words that blurted out were not clear, and the breath sprayed behind his ear, making Fang Lin tremble all over with itching.
Fang Lin suddenly thought of something and couldn't help laughing.
Duan Changke asked him what's wrong, Fang Lin paused, and said, "Your tone is very similar to the ancient licentious and stupid king, or the kind of ... domineering president in the junk novel advertisements on Weibo."
After all, he was also the one who asked Lan Peirou to read a lot of Mr. Ba's novels.
Where there was a pause, words such as "my brain is as mentally retarded as if caught by a door" were omitted. Fang Lin didn't go too far and swallowed these rhetoric.
Obviously, Duan Changke didn't know what kind of Weibo garbage novel advertisement he was talking about, but at least he understood the first half of Fang Lin's sentence, and it was hard for him to think about it. He did it non-stop, took off the pants of the "disaster for the country" with one hand and made him clamp his legs tightly, and in the morning mixed with butter and milk, he really became a extravagant dog emperor.
Fortunately, the concubine got up early so she wouldn't be late, and the faint king couldn't help but go to court.
what a pity.