Early in the morning, before eight o'clock, Ling Song opened his eyes.
Touching down, the underwear was wet a lot.
He was lying in Wen Yuanchu's arms, wrapping his limbs around someone.
There was a buzzing sound in Ling Song's head, he got up in a panic and jumped off the bed, and rolled into the bathroom as if his butt was on fire.
After being washed by the hot water, Ling Song's muddled mind finally gradually cleared up, and he remembered the scenes he dreamed about last night.
In the dream, he and Wen Yuanchu did everything they should and shouldn't do.
If he hadn't woken up in the morning and was still wearing pants, he would have thought those things really happened.
He had been here for so long, and this was the first time he had such a dream.
It happened to be on Wen Yuanchu's bed, as expected, he was stimulated too hard last night.
Ling Song felt sorry for him, and he didn't know if Wen Yuanchu had found out, it was so embarrassing...
It wasn't until he took a long time to take a shower that he realized that this was Wen Yuanchu's home.
His pants were dirty and he didn't even have to change them.
Now he is hiding in the bathroom with his butt naked, not daring to go out.
Miserable, too miserable.
After walking around in the bathroom for five minutes, Ling Song gritted his teeth and called out hesitantly, "Wen Yuanchu, are you awake?"
The bathroom door was pushed open from the outside, Ling Song was startled, and quickly raised his hand to cover his crotch.
"You, you, what are you doing here?"
Wen Yuanchu glanced expressionlessly at the place where his hands were covering, and threw the underwear to him: "New ones, change them quickly."
Ling Song blushed and took it with one hand: "You go out first."
Wen Yuanchu turned his back with a cold face.
Ling Song put on his underwear in twos and twos: "...and the pajama pants, which are also dirty."
Wen Yuanchu went to get another pair of pajama pants.
Ling Song had already washed his dirty trousers, Wen Yuanchu glanced over and said, "Did you wet the bed?"
"You just wet the bed!"
"My sheets are also dirty." Wen Yuanchu raised his chin at him, "Come out, there's nothing to be shy about, it's just a normal physiological phenomenon."
Ling Song blushed even more, followed Wen Yuanchu out of the bathroom, rushed over and hugged his arm: "Yuanchu, good Yuanchu, forget it if you know it, don't tell others."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him in a blink of an eye, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Shy?"
Ling Song lowered his head and rubbed his head against his arm: "Please."
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and patted his dog's head: "Okay, don't say anything."
Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, Wen Yuanchu didn't know what kind of dream he had, otherwise he would have been thrown out.
Later, Wen Yuanchu called the nanny at home to tidy up the sheets.
Ling Song was so ashamed to face others, he quickly found an excuse to escape.
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Go back and have breakfast and rest for a while, I'll be there at ten o'clock."
Ling Song, ah, waved his hand and left.
But unfortunately, as soon as I went downstairs, I ran into Wen Yuanchu's mother.
Mother Wen greeted him with a smile, not at all surprised that he showed up at her home early in the morning, wearing Wen Yuanchu's pajama pants.
Ling Song curled up his hands and feet in embarrassment, answered a few words indiscriminately, and ran away quickly.
Just when he entered the house, he ran into his brother again.
Ling Jie looked him up and down delicately, and asked, "What time did you go out last night? Whose pants are you wearing?"
Ling Song replied indiscriminately: "I went to Wen Yuanchu's house to play games. I slept at his house when I was too sleepy. When I got up in the morning, I drank water and poured water on my pants. I changed his ones back."
"that's all?"
Ling Song calmed down: "Of course it is."
Without giving his brother a chance to ask again, he rushed upstairs in two or three steps, hid in the room and closed the door.
Falling into the bed, Ling Song let out a long breath.
Then he raised his hand and patted his face.
It's too shameful that he can't do such a stupid thing anymore.
But the dream last night was still clearly printed in his mind.
Ling Song unconsciously began to reminisce again.
Although, he seems a little inexperienced.
In the dream, he was happy, but if he wants to satisfy Wen Yuanchu in the future, it seems that he is still a little bit close.
Wang Zide and the others are calling friends in the group to play games.
Ling Song picked up the phone, hesitated again and again, and sent a message to Wang Zide alone.
Ling Song: Do you still have the resources you posted in the group last time
Wang Zide: Boss, do you want to watch it too? Which teacher do you want to see? Asuka, Akiho Yoshizawa, or Yui Hatano
Ling Song: Who are these people
Wang Zide: Don't you know? You don't know you asked me for resources
Ling Song: Why do I need to know each other
Wang Zide threw a few screenshots over, and there were hundreds of folders inside, all named after the "teachers" and classified into various categories.
He let Ling Song choose by himself.
Ling Song went to Baidu and searched for some of the names.
Five minutes later, he silently deleted the WeChat dialog box, never wanting to talk to Wang Zide again.
Are you kidding me, he has learned that thing between men and women in his previous life.
Although I have not practiced it, since it is not used, it is not necessary.
After thinking for a while, he clicked on Xia Langxing's wechat profile picture again.
Ling Song: Then what, I want to ask you something.
Xia Langxing: There is a fart.
Ling Song: Have you seen that or that
Xia Ranxing: What, what, what? [roll eyes]
Ling Song: Just... have you seen that Long Yang movie? Are there resources
Xia Langxing: Calcium tablets, let me tell you earlier, what's awkward, I understand.
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Xia Langxing: You wait.
Ling Song touched his hot face.
In his previous life, he had only read erotic brochures, but in this life, the scale was so large that he directly watched Longyang movies.
Tsk.
Xia Langxing moved quickly, and threw the encrypted link of the network disk over in less than ten minutes.
Xia Langxing: There are domestic, Japanese, European and American ones. Domestic ones are more substituting. Japanese ones are a bit more beautiful but they sound fake. European and American ones are big and look good. It depends on your own needs.
Ling Song: ... why don't you blush
Xia Ranxing: Why should I blush
never mind.
After asking Xia Langxing about the download method in detail, Ling Song randomly clicked on the links and picked one to download.
The Internet speed of his home is fast, and a movie has been successfully downloaded in less than ten minutes.
Ling Song glanced at the title, Homemade-father and son-uniform py-high definition uncensored.
Really heavy mouth.
He shrank into the sofa, obviously in his own room, but he still had to make sure that no one was around like a thief, and then put on the earphones.
After taking a deep breath, click play.
The scene is home.
Adult men in suits and leather shoes vs. beautiful boys in school uniforms, the theme went straight to the point within five minutes of the opening.
The beautiful boy was sobbing under the man's body and calling him daddy, his school uniform still on his body.
Ling Song blushed.
what the hell.
... He will never call Wen Yuanchu's father anymore.
It really spoiled their pure father-son relationship.
He continued to look down.
The beautiful boy has stripped off and is hanging on the man.
With tears in the corners of Mingming's eyes, he moaned and yelled, and seemed particularly happy.
Ling Song stared at it for a while, and couldn't bear to look directly at it.
Substitute him and Wen Yuanchu, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like the one who can hold Wen Yuanchu on his body and sit and move.
Well.
Ling Song's thoughts suddenly went astray.
He seemed to have suddenly realized a huge mistake. Wen Yuanchu was taller, stronger, and physically stronger than him.
It was impossible for him to eat Wen Yuanchu.
Although this knowledge made him a little uncomfortable, but...
Seeing the beautiful boy on the screen so excited that his toes are curled up, it seems, it seems, is it not unacceptable
Forget it, it's just Wen Yuanchu, let's take care of him.
Quickly adjusted his cognition and made a good psychological construction, Ling Song stared at the screen of the mobile phone with some kind of secret psychology that he couldn't tell others, and continued to read.
"What are you doing?"
Wen Yuanchu's voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Ling Song was startled, frantically pressed the black screen, put the phone in his pocket, and turned his head angrily: "What are you doing? You popped up suddenly, you want to scare people to death?"
Wen Yuanchu frowned and reminded him: "I called you three times when I came in, but you didn't hear me. What are you looking at?"
"No, nothing."
Ling Song's eyes flicked wildly.
Ling Song specially covered the screen with his hands while watching the video, Wen Yuanchu really didn't see what he was looking at clearly, but seeing his expression, he knew that he was guilty.
But he didn't bother to say: "Get up and go to class."
"...I haven't had breakfast yet."
Wen Yuanchu: "What are you doing after you've been back for so long?"
Watch a movie.
But he didn't say it.
After rambling a few words, Ling Song relaxed, and his mind began to wander again.
He went to his snack box and took out a handful of lollipops for Wen Yuanchu to choose.
Wen Yuanchu didn't ask for it: "I won't eat it."
"Why don't you eat it? Don't you like sweet things?"
Ling Song simply brought his whole box of snacks, and reluctantly said, "Please eat, you can take whatever you want."
Wen Yuanchu was a little surprised that Ling Song, a foolish boy, was protecting his food, especially his snacks. His brother kept him from eating too much, so he had to plan carefully.
This time, you actually picked them all up for yourself
Being watched eagerly by Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu was too embarrassed to refuse, and finally he took a piece of chocolate: "Thank you."
Ling Song smiled openly, "You're welcome, you're welcome."
"... You should hurry up and have breakfast."
After Ling Song left, Wen Yuanchu slowly opened the piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth.
It's pretty sweet.
It was already half past ten when Ling Song was full and in front of the desk.
Wen Yuanchu was flipping through his textbook.
Ling Song looked at him, his mind was full of the scenes in the video just now.
It was also the father who helped his son with his homework, and then he started to kiss and touch and make sauces.
He quickly looked away.
Can't think, can't think, can't think.
Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes, saw that he was still out of his mind, and asked, "What are you muttering about?"
"No," Ling Song refused to admit, "There is nothing."
"Stop thinking about it," Wen Yuanchu knocked on the table, "concentrate."
For the next hour, when Wen Yuanchu was giving a lecture, Ling Song would peek at him from time to time.
This person is really good-looking, with black and white eyes, thick and long eyelashes, a straight nose, red and full lips, and a perfect jawline.
No matter how you look at it, it is the best.
As for what Wen Yuanchu said, Ling Song listened absent-mindedly, mostly going in from one ear and out from the other.
An hour later, Wen Yuanchu glanced at his watch and asked three big questions: "Take a test in class and take a break after finishing."
Ling Song's face collapsed.
He bit the tip of his pen, thinking hard about the solution to the problem.
Ten minutes passed.
Wen Yuanchu looked at his blank answer sheet and asked him, "Are you still going to be distracted in class?"
"Don't dare anymore, Dad Yuanchu..."
Before he could say the last word, he recalled the scene in the previous video where the beautiful boy cried and called his father while enjoying himself, Ling Song shut up embarrassingly.
"If you don't dare, then you don't dare."
Wen Yuanchu hit him on the head, picked up a pen, and patiently explained to him the steps to solve the problem.
Twenty minutes later.
Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief, class was over.
Wen Yuanchu was drinking water, and Ling Song stared at him. He put down the water glass and asked, "What are you doing?"
The corners of his mouth were still stained with water, Ling Song smiled and said, "Hey, Wen Yuanchu, do you still count the kiss I owed you?"
Wen Yuanchu's eyes paused.
Ling Song continued to laugh: "How much do you owe? I don't even remember."
There were originally thirty-two of them, but in the first half of the month of rehearsal, he didn't know how many times he got stuck.
At that time, Wen Yuanchu casually said that he owed him, but he had never collected the debt from him.
Ling Song leaned over with a playful smile, pointed at his face and sent it in front of him: "Come on, kiss, I hate the feeling of being in debt the most. You can kiss as many times as you like, and pay it off quickly."
He didn't speak seriously, but he was very nervous in his heart, for fear that Wen Yuanchu would show dislike and reject him.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and said nothing.
Ling Song was a little scared by his stare, and just about to say something else, Wen Yuanchu hooked his fingers: "Come here."
Ling Song quickly moved closer to him.
Wen Yuanchu kissed him hard on the face and said, "That's it, the other one will be written off."
Ling Song: "..."
How can I write it off? He does not agree!
"It's really a write-off?"
"Um."
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "That's it, don't think about it."
This fool only wants to pay off his debts, no matter how many times he treats him as a "father-son relationship", the real one is used to him and he won't think about it in other ways.
Forget it anyway.
Ling Song was very disappointed, very disappointed.
why is it like this…
"If you write it off, you can write it off. I can't wait."
Ling Song was sullen, and wanted to regain some ground.
Wen Yuanchu rubbed his hair again: "Take a break and go eat, I'll come back in the afternoon."
Ling Song went to bring back the pajama pants he changed in the morning.
"The underwear will be returned to you after washing."
Wen Yuanchu: "...No need."
Ling Song was embarrassed: "That's not good, of course I have to pay it back."
It's even worse if you pay me back.
Seeing the disgust in Wen Yuanchu's eyes, Ling Song changed his words: "That's right, you definitely don't want to wear the one I wore. I'll buy a new one and return it to you."
"It's really unnecessary."
"must."
Ling Song insisted that he must buy a pair of underwear to return Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu didn't say much to him, and went home for dinner.
As soon as he left, Ling Song immediately opened the mobile shopping app.
Before buying, she took off Wen Yuanchu's underwear and checked the brand and size.
Wen Yuanchu's underwear felt a little too big for him, but it was indeed one size bigger than his.
Ling Song picked and picked, and picked one with a print on the back of the butt, and bought two of them, in different sizes.
He and Wen Yuanchu each have a pair of underwear, which is fine.
Ling Song patted his hot face and placed an order to pay.
After buying, he sent a screenshot of the order to Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song: Does it look good
Wen Yuanchu: …
Ling Song: Isn't it pretty
Wen Yuanchu: It’s okay.
Ling Song: As long as you like it.
Wen Yuanchu typed a few words, then deleted them after thinking about it.
never mind.
Two hundred and five.