In just a few dozen seconds, Fu Jia experienced three stages of doubting the world, doubting Lu Qi'an, and doubting himself.
Then he realized that Lu Qi'an really kissed him.
This wasn't his imagination, because he didn't know that kissing could be done to such an extent that not only lips and teeth were touching, but tongues were intertwined.
Compared to what he did to Lu Qi'an in the infirmary, this was much more comfortable.
The moment he realized this, Fu Jia's body wrapped in the blanket heated up rapidly. The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the blanket was a winter fleece. He was tightly wrapped around him, making it airtight, almost suffocating him to death.
He tugged at the blanket, freeing his upper body from the blanket. This time he held back his shame, without wrapping his arms around his body or shaking.
After being kissed by Lu Qi'an, this shame was nothing at all.
He was sweating all over, and asked shiveringly, "Why do you... suddenly, suddenly?"
After Lu Qi'an pinched Fu Jia's face, he took his hand back. There was a long-lasting heat on the fingertips, because Fu Jia's face was too hot. He asked back, "Don't you want it?"
Fu Jia's forehead was covered in sweat. He insisted that he would not let his thoughts run away, and said, "It's not a question of whether I want it or not. The question is, you don't like me... Why do you still kiss me?"
He was puzzled.
People are responsible for what has been said. Although there is a momentary position, thoughts and situations change rapidly, often trapping people in what they said in the past.
Lu Qi'an thought for a while and said, "The time you got hurt on your face, you lied to me that you fell and got hurt yourself, remember?"
Fu Jia didn't understand why he was talking about this at this time. He tried to recall the state of mind at that time, but the memory was blurred. A few months have been enough for him to separate those gloomy feelings from his body. Looking back now, he just feels strange and distant.
Fu Jia whispered, "I remember, but I didn't mean to lie to you."
"I know, do you remember why you lied to me?" Lu Qi'an asked.
Fu Jia lowered his head, a little hard to say, "Because I feel ashamed."
"Well." Lu Qi'an responded, as if to appease Fu Jia. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on Fu Jia's forehead, and said slowly, "So you should be able to understand that you can lie, and I will lie too."
Man is responsible for what he says, and he is ready to be responsible for everything.
Lu Qi'an's words were too euphemistic, and Fu Jia couldn't turn around for a long time. He stammered, "So... so..."
Did you lie to me
do you like me
When it really reached this point, the meat and bones were delivered to his mouth, but he didn't dare to open his mouth and bite it.
Lu Qi'an didn't have the patience to wait for him to figure it out bit by bit. He picked up the towel prepared in the morning, soaked it in the hot water basin, wringed it out, and said to Fu Jia, "Give me your hand."
Fu Jia hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand.
Lu Qi'an held his wrist, put the towel on the inside of his arm, and asked, "Is it hot?"
The towel was soft and moist, and a little hot, but it was very comfortable for Fu Jia, who had been exposed to the rain.
Fu Jia shuddered, but held back and did not hide, and said, "It's okay.
After confirming that the temperature was suitable, Lu Qi'an released Fu Jia's wrist and held his shoulder instead, wiping from the neck, and then down a little.
When he touched Fu Jia's collarbone, he reacted very strongly, not only dodging back, but also blocking his chest.
Lu Qi'an carefully observed his expression, and determined that he was only blushing because of shyness, and he didn't look uncomfortable, so he pulled his hand away and continued to help him wipe his body.
Fu Jia was very thin, even thinner than Lu Qi'an had always imagined: his abdomen was slightly sunken inward, and his ribs protruded. This is not the physique that a boy of his age should have.
Fu Jia was not brought home by Lin Qing until he was eight years old. Before the age of eight, his life was not optimistic, and he even lived on the streets for a while. After being taken back to the villa by Lin Qing, although Sister Chen was in charge of daily life, Sister Chen never gave her sincerity to Fu Jia, and all she did was to keep him alive.
Lu Qi'an wiped Fu Jia's entire upper body from top to bottom. He did not avoid sensitive parts such as nipples and belly buttons. He focused as if he was doing a job. During this period, he changed the water twice to ensure that the towel was always hot.
Fu Jia was not as calm as him, and suffered a lot both physically and mentally. Everywhere Lu Qi'an wiped with the towel, his goosebumps went away, and even after the towel was gone, there was still a lingering itch.
When Lu Qi'an put the towel back in the basin and didn't pick it up again, Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the torment was finally over.
The next second, Lu Qi'an said, "Take off your pants."
With a bang, Fu Jia heard the sound of the world collapsing.
He shrank back in horror and said, "No..."
As if not listening, Lu Qi'an reached out and grabbed his ankle. After covering for so long in a warm room, Fu Jia's feet were still cold, which made his attitude tough, and asked, "Why not, do you have a leg injury?"
Fu Jia hurriedly shook her head, her eyes turning red with anxiety, and said, "No! Let me go first, and then talk about it later? Just wait..."
Fu Jia hunched his waist and wanted to shrink his body, but hesitantly put his hands between his legs, trying his best to hide something.
Worried that he was covering the wound on his body, Lu Qi'an frowned, stood up from the chair, leaned on the edge of the bed and pressed towards him, breaking his hand hard—
Even if Fu Jia has a lot of strength, he can't fight the serious Lu Qi'an, not to mention that he only has half a breath left. Lu Qi'an controlled his hands with one hand and asked him to raise his hands above his head obediently. At the same time, Lu Qi'an pressed Fu Jia's thigh with his knees, forcing him to spread out.
This posture is very convenient, and Lu Qi'an can see at a glance that Fu Jia is desperately trying to cover the place.
There... is the crotch, bulging out in a distinct shape.
Also male, Lu Qi'an quickly realized what happened. Seeing that he saw it, Fu Jia almost fainted on the spot.
If you don't pick it up, it's fine. Once you pick it up, Fu Jia's erotic color is simply unobstructed.
He got an erection.
Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, the base of his tongue was numb, and he actually tasted a hint of sweetness. It was as if Fu Jia's tongue, which he had licked before, was still in his mouth.
"You..." He only said one word, and Fu Jia pleaded, "Don't look at it, it will disappear soon..."
Lu Qi'an pursed his lips, feeling a little headache. Lust is an unreasonable thing, he didn't deliberately tease Fu Jia, but Fu Jia still reacted.
The reason is very simple.
Lu Qi'an closed his eyes, forcibly calmed down, relaxed the hands and knees that restrained Fu Jia, and sat back on the chair beside the bed.
He clenched his hands and said nothing.
Fu Jia raised his head and glanced at him, then quickly knelt down on the bed and shrunk into a ball, pulled the blanket to cover himself, and remained motionless. "It'll be fine soon." Fu Jia said sullenly, burying his face in his arms.
He never dreamed that he and Lu Qi'an would have this day. When he hugged and kissed Lu Qi'an, Lu Qi'an was so angry that his face was blue, and he called him a lunatic, but today he took the initiative to hug him, kiss him, and wipe him with a towel.
His movements were careful and gentle, even a stone would be rubbed soft, not to mention that Fu Jia yearned for Lu Qi'an so much, thinking about him every day would break his bowels.
He verbally said that it would be fine to wait for a while, but in fact... Fu Jia's heart was full of despair: How could he be so soft
Desires come very naturally. His thoughts kept following Lu Qi'an's hand, and he didn't notice the strangeness of his lower body. By the time he found out, it had been hard for a long time.
He put his hand in his mouth and bit it, scratching his lungs to touch it, and then came out happily. He tried his best to endure, but he couldn't help twisting his waist, rubbing his hard cock against the sheets.
He buried his head, but he knew that Lu Qi'an hadn't left, so he sat beside him, and he might even see clearly his behavior of secretly grinding the sheets. He found out in despair that if Lu Qi'an didn't leave, he would most likely cum on the sheets.
Just when her head was dizzy, the blanket covering her body was lifted. Fu Jia looked towards the past with wet eyes, and found that Lu Qi'an's eyes were as soft as coaxing a child.
Fu Jia's nose was sour, and she couldn't help but say, "I'm so uncomfortable..."
"I know." Lu Qi'an said, picking him up with the blanket and half in his arms.
Fu Jia stretched his arms around his neck, and the grievances of the whole day broke out at this moment, he arched his neck without direction, and said, "They played with me first, what happened today is not my fault, it is They lied to me and asked me to buy you coffee. It was raining heavily outside. I was afraid that the scarf would get wet, so I put it in the classroom, but when I came back, I found that they removed the scarf and stepped on the ground…”
He said it without beginning or end, but Lu Qi'an thought of the scene at that time, and he could almost piece it together.
Fu Jia not only arched his head back and forth, but also kept rubbing against him with his lower body. Although he was thin, Fu Jia was a boy anyway, and Lu Qi'an could hardly hold him.
He reached into the blanket that wrapped Fu Jia, and touched Fu Jia's erect cock through his pants. It was very hot to the touch. It was raised high in the pants, and a large bag was pushed out. It was obviously held for a long time.
He just touched it lightly, and Fu Jia made a thin and sharp sound from his throat, arched his back, and kicked his feet. Lu Qi'an was afraid that he would fall off the bed, so he reprimanded: "Don't move!"
Fu Jia couldn't hear anything and gasped against his neck.
Lu Qi'an was a little helpless, let go of his hand, and talked to him to divert his attention: "What's the matter with the scarf?"
Fu Jia shook his head, but still didn't listen. He felt Lu Qi'an take his hand away, and he straightened his waist anxiously, trying to rub his hand with his crotch.
Lu Qi'an's breathing accelerated, and he felt a burst of heat from his body, which burned his mouth dry. He sighed, put his hands back, and helped Fu Jia massage his penis through his pants.
With the rough and clumsy technique, Fu Jia hummed comfortably.
Lu Qi'an endured the heat and listened to his hum, and asked again: "What's the matter with the scarf?"
Fu Jia lost his focus and stammered, "I made it for you myself..."
After saying the last word, his body trembled and shot out.
Lu Qi'an felt the shaking of the penis in his hand, and the accompanying wetness, and his body tightened.
It was the first time that Fu Jia was taken out by someone he liked, and the pleasure was so strong that he couldn't return to his senses for a long time.
Lu Qi'an looked at it for two seconds, looked away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Anyway, don't rush to fight next time you encounter this kind of thing."
Fu Jia is now happy and satisfied with what Lu Qi'an says. He wanted to agree directly and say "good good", but then he thought, how wronged he is about this, he should continue to be wronged and ask Lu Qi'an to make some compensation. So he forced a dissatisfied expression and said, "Then what should I do, am I being bullied for nothing?"
Although he said that, his voice was soft and his eyes were gentle.
Lu Qi'an looked at him, thinking about how to tell him to calm down. "I know that the other party is at fault in this matter, but if you can't bear to fight him, you will change from the original victim to the perpetrator."
Fu Jia pretended to be serious and asked him, "What should I do then?"
Lu Qi'an saw the smile in his eyes, knowing that he didn't listen at all, he felt helpless and gave up and continued to reason.
Maybe, if Fu Jia stayed by his side in the future, he didn't need to care so much about it.
He couldn't help thinking if he'd just let go of those unnecessary worries sooner.
If only he had stayed by Fu Jia's side earlier.
If he had foreseen today's determination from the first time he saw Fu Jia, he would never have left just by giving him a Band-Aid. I won't leave him alone in the corner of the courtyard, I won't let him squat on the ground alone and blow the wound on his hand.
Lu Qi'an held Fu Jia's hand and carefully felt his thumb with his thumb, trying to find the scars from the burnt cigarette butts in the past. He said: "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you can complain to me directly."