Paying eucalyptus is not a good thing.
Chi Yu has felt this way since he was a child. When his hands are full of mud and he pounces on Fu Zhian who is wearing a white T-shirt, the little boy who was quiet in front of people suddenly grabs his wrist and looks at him motionlessly, with frightening strength. He ran home and told Wen Hua that the woman just slapped him hard on the top of his head, then took off his jacket with a look of disgust, and said angrily, "I knew how to spread rumors at a young age." No one believed him. His words, after all, Fu Zhi'an's delicate and quiet face is too deceiving, the corners of his eyes are red, and everyone can't help but soften their hearts.
He was lying on the floor, the light breath of the person on his body was spraying on his neck, and the fingers around the wrist were getting tighter and tighter, and the fingertips were cold.
"Let's do something else."
"Be a fart!" Chi Yu's knees slammed upwards, the person on his body slanted and his body just avoided, he lifted his knees against the bend of his knees, and the pressure was so strong that he couldn't move, just like when he was a child. Chi Yu raised his head to meet those misty eyes, the expression inside was not clear, but he was impatient, and he could see clearly even the broken hair that fell on his forehead.
Those eyes were slightly curved, Fu ** got closer, and his voice was hoarse: "My New Year's gift."
The distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and Chi Yu only felt a thumping sound in his chest, and even his palms became hot. He swallowed his saliva and turned his head, with a stiff tone: "Don't you fucking bring me a present." Fu Zhiyu glanced at the paper bag on the coffee table beside him, then turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him.
"I don't like to eat dumplings."
The boy's tone was cold and hard, his head turned to one side and stubbornly refusing to look at him, his collar was slouched down, revealing a large area of fair skin inside. Fu Zhiyan chuckled and turned his head, his lips brushed the tip of Chi Yu's ear, and he put his head in the boy's shoulder before muttering vaguely.
"Picky eaters are not good."
The sudden heat made Chi Yu shuddered, and he turned his head subconsciously, just as the swearing words came out, he was completely blocked by the person who was pressing on him. It's just that his lips were touching, but Chi Yu felt like a firework had been set off in his brain, and the nerves that had been tense were burned out by the occasional spark, and then it went out of control.
I don't know when the pressure on his wrists was released, Chi Yu only felt a chill on his waist, the dry and warm palms gently covered his back waist, and the finger pads spun in the sunken waist pockets, causing a while. Another shudder.
The breaths melted together, the soft temperature of the lower lip was hot, and the occasionally exposed scarlet tongue was traced along the lip. Occasionally opened blackout curtains revealed light and shadow, falling on the intertwined figures of the two, the young man's hot skin and naked eyes.
The temperature fell on his chest, Chi Yu struggled twice, and his body stood up straight: "...I want to be on it."
He dropped a kiss on his collarbone, Fu Zhiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stretched out his fingers to slowly brush the boy's beautiful brow bone: "You're afraid of heights, it's better to be below."
The hot fingers slid across his cheeks and slid to his chest. Chi Yu only felt that there seemed to be candles in his ears, and they were burning with crackling noises. He burned all the so-called ethics and morality, leaving only the six that were not very clean. , and those nasty thoughts.
He raised his arm and hooked it around the young man's neck, and his upper body was slightly raised to reach the man's white earlobe, and then he sucked it a little bit, feeling each other's chaotic heartbeats and hot breathing. The protruding shoulder blades rubbed against the cold and hard floor. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man's frowning brows. Fu Zhiyan stopped the movements in his hands, his eyes filled with doubts.
"Back pain."
Turning over and sitting up from the floor, Chi Yu grabbed the young man's lean back, stepped back step by step, and was finally pushed against the corner of the door. The end of her bright eyes curved, Fu Zhiyu lowered her eyelids and kissed again, with an inexplicable **, green but not shy. Ears rubbed together, lips and teeth were touching, and the surging heat wave almost engulfed the two of them, until the sound of dripping sounded across the door.
The black door panel opened along the track, and Fu Zhiyu subconsciously stretched out his hand against the door, blocking the messy young man behind him and the ** under him who had not yet retreated.
"Hey, what's going on here..." The young man who suddenly appeared in front of him made the woman's voice become smaller and smaller, and her cold, emotionless gaze made her breathless unconsciously, and the smile on her face was full of some pleasing meaning.
"Well, Mr. Chi said let me cook a meal." The woman raised her foot and was about to come in, but the boy who stood in front of the door didn't move.
Fu Zhi'an's eyes swept across the vegetable basket that the woman was carrying, he hummed lightly and lifted his eyelids: "No need to cook." Without waiting for the woman to answer, he held on to the doorknob with all his strength, surprising the woman. The sight is cut off from the door. Chi Yu leaned against the wall and clearly heard the woman's thoughts drifting away: why are boys so fierce now.
The boy rubbed his hair and turned to look at the man in the corner. After meeting his eyes, the two of them hung their heads and smiled in unison.
"Wang Xiao has been clamoring to go to the playground." Fu Zhiyu took a few steps closer and saw the red marks on the boy's chest. Cover the faint traces. "An appointment for the afternoon."
Chi Yu responded in a low voice, walked to the living room barefooted, picked up the kraft paper bag, reached out and squeezed a dumpling and put it in his mouth. The smell of fresh shrimp overflowed his mouth, he held the dumplings and walked to the boy, holding a greasy hand to his mouth.
"Come on, I will reward you."
Fu Zhiyu ate the dumplings in the boy's hands expressionlessly, and secretly decided in his heart that he would never be a babysitter when the two lived together in the future.
The author says:
Xiaochi, who reached the mouth, flew away, Xiaofu is not a mother who doesn't love you