Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

In the studio, Shi Rong was modifying the oil painting, but he was a little absent-minded.

He was still thinking about the book he had seen in his dream last night. To this day, he still remembers every plot in that book clearly.

Some of the life experiences of Fu Zhijing and Shi Rong in the book are exactly the same as those in reality, and some are completely opposite to their experiences.

Shi Rong guessed that what was described in this book was what happened to them in the parallel world.

He was not worried that Fu Zhijing would fall in love with Mi Rong like in the book, but a certain plot in the book made Shi Rong very concerned.

In the book, Fu Zhijing was also confessed by Song Zhiyun. And that Fu Zhijing knew that Song Zhiyun was difficult to deal with, so he made up a strong reason for rejection, saying that he didn't like men...

This scene was exactly the same as what happened to them in reality.

So, is there a possibility that his Fu Zhijing actually said the reason for rejection casually in order to reject Song Zhiyun?

Perhaps Fu Zhijing actually does not object to being with men...

Thinking of this, Shi Rong's heart trembled.

If this is really the case, he will definitely use all means to make Fu Zhijing fall in love with him! So, how to determine whether Fu Zhijing has feelings for men...

"Bang bang bang", the sudden sound interrupted Shi Rong's thoughts, he frowned and looked up.

Xie Qingyuan held a paintbrush and tapped on Shi Rong's easel. Seeing him finally appear in Shi Rong's beautiful eyes, she couldn't help but curl her lips with satisfaction: "What is the homework assigned by the teacher?"

Xie Qingyuan went back to deal with some things these days and did not come to school. Fortunately, he has always been very popular, and someone had already told him about the homework assigned by the teacher, but he still wanted to hear Shi Rong say it in person.

When he was thinking about something, he was suddenly interrupted. Shi Rong stared at Xie Qingyuan with cold eyes and said in a disgusted tone: "Get out."

Xie Qingyuan didn't take it seriously. He circled around and came to behind Shi Rong.

He leaned over and admired Shi Rong's painting with great concentration, "You are indeed a genius, possessing an extremely amazing talent. Dark and strange, you are the flower of darkness bred from the rotten soil."

The painting is a true reflection of his heart. Shi Rong's painting style is gloomy, mysterious and profound, which exactly reflects his psychological state.

Shi Rong was indifferent, but his eyes were colder, and even his voice was cold: "I'll say it again, get out of here."

Xie Qingyuan knew how to control the situation. He smiled, turned around and left.

Shi Rong looked at the palm of his hand with an indifferent expression.

That's right. He is indeed a flower of darkness, never satisfied. He is not willing to be Fu Zhijing's younger brother all the time. He wants to hug, kiss, and even...

It's okay if he doesn't know the so-called plot. Once he knows the plot... he can no longer suppress his inner emotions.

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Eight o'clock in the evening, Fu's house.

In the room, Shi Rong took off his clothes, put on a white shirt, and walked into the bathroom with bare legs.

He deliberately buttoned the buttons crookedly and opened the collar a little. After making sure everything was ready, he turned on the shower.

The hot water poured down, and the white shirt was instantly wet and clung to his body.

Then, Shi Rong looked hard and fell to the ground. His knees instantly turned red and gradually turned blue. He endured the pain and pressed the alarm nearby.

Hot water dripped down, and Shi Rong fiddled with her hair and changed her position to make sure she looked more pitiful and... more attractive.

A few seconds after pressing the alarm, Shi Rong heard Fu Zhijing's anxious voice: "Good boy! What's wrong with you?"

The alarm in the bathroom was specially installed for Shi Rong after Fu Zhijing saw the news on the Internet that someone slipped and fell in the bathroom without being noticed and eventually died.

Over the years, Shi Rong pressed it just to tease Fu Zhijing, or to ask Fu Zhijing to hand him something. It had never played its real role.

But even so, whenever Shi Rong presses the alarm, Fu Zhijing will still rush over immediately...

Shi Rong's eyelashes were wet with water. He lay on the ground and said in a weak voice with a hint of crying, "Fu Zhijing, I fell. It hurts..."

Fu Zhijing had never heard Shi Rong speak to him in such a tone? His heart trembled, and he opened the bathroom door without having time to think.

Just one glance made Fu Zhijing's breathing stagnant.

The young man's figure is like a careful carving by the Creator, and every inch of his body is full of beauty. His white shirt was wet and stuck to his body, and his long white legs were curled up, covering his important parts.

When he saw Fu Zhijing, he looked fragile and had tears in his eyes...

Worry about Shi Rong overwhelmed his thoughts, and Fu Zhijing strode over without pausing.

He turned off the shower, gently picked up Shi Rong, and walked out of the bathroom: "My dear, where did you fall?"

Fu Zhijing looked straight ahead, but his voice could not conceal his distress. He felt that he was such a beast. It was clear that his baby fell and was injured, but he was still thinking about the young man's touching appearance...

Shi Rong nestled in Fu Zhijing's arms, pressing her cheek against the man's chest. After noticing that Fu Zhijing's body was extremely stiff at the moment, and even his breathing became heavy, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, Fu Zhijing...is interested in men.

The corners of Shi Rong's lips raised slightly, his body was trembling, and his voice sounded extremely pitiful: "Fu Zhijing... I hit my knee, it hurts..."

"My dear, don't cry. I'll give you some medicine..." Fu Zhijing put Shi Rong on the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table.

Shi Rong was fully prepared, so naturally there was nothing in the drawer.

Seeing Shi Rong's pitiful appearance, Fu Zhijing picked him up again and walked to his room without having time to ask him where he put the medical kit.

Between the hug and the hug, Shi Rong's short white shirt was turned up again, and the moving scenery was faintly visible...

Fu Zhijing glanced at it casually, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in his mind. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing. He could only hug Shi Rong stiffly and move mechanically...

Putting Shi Rong on the bed again, Fu Zhijing opened the drawer and took out the medicine box.

The young man was lying on the bed dripping wet, completely unaware of how seductive he was at the moment. His eyes looking at him were full of dependence and trust...

The restraint that Fu Zhijing was proud of was crumbling. He tried his best to suppress the fluctuations in his mind, and his voice was hoarse and dull: "My dear, you... you cover yourself with the quilt, be careful of catching a cold."

Shi Rong didn't listen to him at all and stretched out his legs in front of him, "Fu Zhijing, I don't feel cold... but my knees hurt..."