Not knowing how long the kiss lasted, Chi Yu could only feel that Fu Zhi Eucalyptus's cold and moist tongue had drawn the shape of his lips countless times.
Chi Yu didn't dare to breathe. When he felt that he was about to suffocate, Fu Zhian moved away a little, giving him time to breathe. The hand that was wrapped around his waist reached out from the hem of his clothes and went up a little bit along Chi Yu's spine, and the strange heat spread out in his lower abdomen. Chi Yu met Fu Zhi'an's eyes, watching him get closer in Fu Zhi'an's light-colored pupils.
Thin white fingers gripped Chi Yu's shirt, Fu Zhiyu slowly approached, his lips slightly parted, and the tip of his tongue licked his protruding Adam's apple.
"I miss you." Fu Zhiyan blocked Chi Yu's hand from pushing him away, put his forehead on his chest, and said vaguely, "I really miss you."
Seeing that Chi Yu didn't answer, Fu Zhiyu pressed the back of his head, bit the corner of his lips, and pretended to be angry, "Say, say you miss me too."
The corners of his lips hurt, Chi Yu subconsciously pushed Fu Zhiyan away, he frowned, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his lips.
"Stay away from me." Chi Yu got up from Fu Zhi'an's lap, paused, and continued, "I didn't take a bath."
After Chi Yu finished speaking, he walked to the bathroom barefooted, and when he was approaching the edge of the corridor, he suddenly stopped as if thinking of something. He turned around and caught Fu Zhiyan with an unclear smile at a glance. He hurriedly explained, "I don't fucking mean that."
"It's okay." Fu Zhiyu lay back, slouched on the sofa, and said, "I'll wait for you to finish washing."
The water temperature was not high, Chi Yu washed his hair, flushed his body at will, and turned off the water. In these short ten minutes, he looked at the door of the bathroom countless times, for fear that Fu Zhiyan would push the door directly and come in.
Chi Yu casually put on a white t-shirt he left behind and stood in front of the mirror, raised his hand to wipe off the fog on it, and saw himself with an unnatural expression on it. The incandescent lamp above his head is very bright, Chi Yu's hair has not been cut for a while, and the broken hair on the temples falls on the auricles. Because of the light, the redness and swelling of the corners of the lips became more and more obvious. Chi Yu stretched out his fingers and touched it. He didn't know why Fu Zhiyan liked to bite so much.
The water droplets condensed on the broken hair dripped on the collar, and some water marks appeared. Chi Yu rubbed a couple of hands on his head indiscriminately, and began to find the hairdryer in the bathroom.
Three minutes later, Chi Yu had a dark face, and after several times on tiptoe but couldn't reach the top cabinet, he raised his leg and tried to step on the sink. While cursing, he stretched his arms and jumped up again and again. After a few rounds, Chi Yu smoothly pushed the hair dryer with a nod to the corner of the cabinet.
Aunt Nanny probably thought that Chi Yu would not be back in a short time, so she wanted to stuff all his things into the storage cabinet. It was probably because Chi Yu was jumping too much, and when he was jumping up for the thirteenth time, there was a knock on the door by a young man.
"Do you need help?" Fu Zhiyan said.
"No need!" Chi Yu answered quickly, but Fu Zhian didn't take his reply seriously at all. A second later, Fu Zhian leaned against the door frame and smiled at him.
Fu Zhian is different from him. When he was a child, Fu Zhian was very obedient and seemed to never have a rebellious period, but Chi Yu now understands that Fu Zhian's rebellious period just came relatively late.
But also aggressive.
Chi Yu stared, watching Fu Zhian take a step towards him, standing behind him, as if showing off, stretched out his arms and reached into the cabinet.
"You're welcome." Fu Zhian turned a blind eye to the anger in Chi Yu's eyes. He held a white hair dryer in his hand. Seeing that Chi Yu didn't take it, he plugged it in skillfully.
But Chi Yu moved faster. He pulled out the latch, turned around, faced Fu Zhiyan, and said, "Put it back for me."
"I'll fucking take it myself."
Fu Zhian just smiled at him, propped his left hand on the sink, and his right hand holding the hair dryer hung by his face, showing off his might. Chi Yu just wanted to reach out and grab it, but as soon as he lifted his hand, he was firmly grasped by Fu Zhiyu, holding his wrist and pressing it on the sink. Chi Yu didn't like the familiar look on his face. He had a dark face and wanted to hit it with his knees, but found that he had been caught by the hoop and couldn't move.
The two were close together, and through the thin fabric, Chi Yu could feel Fu Zhi Eu's heat.
"I'll let you put the hair dryer on." Fu Zhiyu tilted his head, kissed the shaky water droplets on Chi Yu's temples, raised his right arm high, and threw the hair dryer in his hand into the innermost cabinet with a hook of his wrist. .
Cold fingertips caressed the side of his neck, Chi Yu heard Fu Zhiyan say vaguely in his ear, "In a while, can you listen to me?"
Fu Zhian didn't wait for Chi Yu to answer, he lowered his head and dropped kisses on Chi Yu's white neck. Chi Yu didn't know whether to push him away or to meet him, his legs exposed to the air trembled unconsciously, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back wearing a T-shirt. The soft lips came to the Adam's apple little by little, and then all the way down, through the clothes, Fu Zhiyu's body got lower and lower, and finally dropped a kiss above his navel.
The temperature in the bathroom seemed to be getting higher and higher, Chi Yu's coccyx was against the edge of the pool, Fu Zhiyan's right hand poked into his panties, and went down a little bit. Seeing that he was no longer struggling, Fu Zhiyu hesitated for a while, released Chi Yu's left hand, pinched the hem of his clothes, and took off Chi Yu's T-shirt.
The white upper body was exposed in front of Fu Zhiyan's eyes. He blinked slowly, leaned down, and licked his chest.
Uncontrollable trembling, Chi Yu's breathing stagnated, and subconsciously grabbed Fu Zhi'an's neckline.
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For the full version, see wb@ Sleeping Wine (It’s not very easy to read the editing records after leaving it for a few days!)