Virewolf

Tang Fuchu felt that Mo Yan was like a different person.

No, it's like turning into a wolf.

First of all, the eyes are very subtle, and he always looks at himself, and sometimes he can stare at Tang Fuchu with horror. He asked Mo Yan more than once: "What do you keep looking at me for?"

Mo Yan always said it was nothing, and then continued to look at him, Tang Fuchu felt that he could make a flower out of him.

The second is that Moyan has become more clingy to him, not so much clingy to people...it's too clingy, okay?Tang Fuchu is like having an extra follower. Before, Mo Yan often did what he should do, or entertained himself, and he was rarely so clingy to him. Now when he is at home, he always hangs around him and wants to go out and do it. When doing farm work, I still desperately want to go together.please!I can't take you out with a tail!Become a big wolf?That's even more terrifying, who the hell dares to take you around to show off!

Even when Tang Fuchu was walking towards the hut, Mo Yan followed him.

Tang Fuchu felt that this dead wolf must be stupid, he looked at Mo Yan strangely and said, "I'm going to shit, what are you doing? Do you eat shit?"

Mo Yan leaned against the small tree in front of the hut, and even smiled: "I'll wait for you."

That posture is inexplicably charming.

Yes, speaking of laughing—

Mo Yan has been staring at him and giggling lately.

What's more, Tang Fuchu unexpectedly discovered that this thick and strong man seemed to become "cute" in Mo Yan's eyes.

When Tang Fuchu ate, Mo Yan smiled beside him with his chin in his hands; when Tang Feichu washed his clothes, Mo Yan leaned against the wall and hugged his chest and looked at him and smiled; when Tang Feichu took a bath, Mo Yan——

"Get out! Get the fuck out of me!"

Tang Fuchu yelled at people at the door with a red face, kicking and yelling furiously.

Mo Yan leaned against his body, leaned forward and moved forward, and he shouted: "I'm not doing anything!"

Tang Fuchu pushed him desperately: "Do you have some private space! I want to take a bath, what do you come in for?"

Mo Yan leaned against his arm and pawed forward: "Then I'll wash it too!"

"Don't make decisions on your own, big silly wolf!" Tang Fuchu yelled into his wolf ears, making Mo Yan's ears tremble, "Get out! You've been clinging to me for a fucking day, are you disgusting? Hurry up!" Get out, old man!"

"I've done everything, wash—"

Tang Fuchu swung his fist and closed the door with a "slap".

He thinks this wolf can't be cured!There is no salvation!Kill it!Forget it!

He paced around angrily, took a hasty shower and then came out after wiping himself off casually. He saw Mo Yan squatting not far away, the yard was dark, and it seemed that the people squatting there were a little lonely.

Tang Fuchu's heart softened again, he walked over awkwardly, and said in a nasty voice, "What are you doing here?"

Mo Yan raised his head to look at him, and called him: "Chu'er."

Every time he yelled that, Tang Fuchu would feel extremely ashamed, especially this time, probably as long as the other party yelled that, Tang Fuchu couldn't help but think of all kinds of shameless scenes.

Tang Fuchu was at a loss for words: "What, why?"

Mo Yan kept his head up and said, "You're so pretty."

Tang Fuchu froze, the water was still dripping from his hair, and it fell to the ground.

Mo Yan stood up, brought over the towel hanging around Tang Fachu's neck, wiped his hair, wiped it, then leaned over, held Tang Fachu's face and kissed him.

Pooh.

Tang Fchu was about to explode with embarrassment, he stared blankly at Mo Yan, his head beating loudly.

It's not just Mo Yan, he is like a different person.

He was hardly himself.

They kissed back and forth in the yard, and then turned to hug and hug in the house, and finally turned into rolling around on the kang, everything was logical, as it should be.

After the end, Tang Fuchu fell into the emotion of lovelessness and couldn't extricate himself.

He let Mo Yan hug him and never let go, and buried him on his neck over and over again in the early autumn night, sniffing around.

Tang Fachu was very tired, he pushed Mo swallowed, and complained: "I hate knots."

Mo Yan pressed his forehead: "Yes, I know."

Tang Fuchu's cheeks were flushed again by his hot breath: "You know? But I think you seem to like it very much?"

Mo Yan bit the tip of his nose, and he said, "I like everything related to you."

Tang Fuchu blushed and couldn't speak, so Mo Yan started to kiss him.They rolled on the kang again.

What made Tang Fuchu want to cover his face was that Moyan would stick to his ear every time and say, "Give me a wolf cub."

Tang Fuchu hummed intermittently: "I can't get out."

Mo Yan held his ear and said firmly, "Come out."

Tang Fuchu was angry and ashamed, he freed his hand to hit him, Mo Yan let him hit him, put his arms around him and asked, "Should I hit him or not?"

When Tang Fuchu didn't speak, Mo Yan kept asking him repeatedly, "Are you going?"

Tang Fuchu couldn't take it anymore, he broke the jar and said, "Go! The next litter will bore you to death, let's go!"

Mo Yan pressed against his ear and smiled softly.

Tang Fuchu didn't know what was going on in Mo Yan's mind, but he couldn't control the inexplicable feeling he felt because of these absurd words.

In the end, Tang Feichu was often so tired that he didn't even have the energy to hum, and Mo Yan still hugged him to sleep.

Tang Fuchu felt tired of being crooked, so he pushed him without any strength and said, "Let's start."

Mo Yan let go of his hand a bit: "Did you get strangled?"

Tang Fuchu said contemptuously, "Do you think you have great strength?"

Mo Yan knew what he was thinking, and said quietly: "Not as old as you."

Tang Fuchu seemed to understand the implication, and said with a smile, "Not as old as me?"

As if Mo Yan didn't understand, he swiped his hand down and rubbed Tang Fuchu's abdomen.

Tang Fachu was stiff, and he asked angrily, "What do you mean?"

Mo Yan moved his hand away: "Chu'er."

Tang Fuchu felt that he was almost immune: "Why?"

Mo Yan went to touch his hand, felt it firmly, and grabbed it: "What's on your mind?"

Tang Fuchu's whole body was sore and sore, and he shook his hand: "What do you think?"

Mo Yan put his arms around him from behind: "I ask what do you think of me?"

Tang Fuchu was taken aback for a moment, and said vaguely, "Just think so..."

Mo pharynx paused, raised his head and lowered his eyes to look at Tang Fachu: "Do you consider me your partner, your husband?"

Tang Fuchu didn't expect him to say that, he was a little silly for a moment, his face burned again after a while, he raised his hand and was about to swing it, but Moyan grabbed it and put it to his mouth and kissed it.

Mo Yan has never been so serious, he said word by word: "We have done everything, what is wrong with me thinking so?"

Seeing that Tang Fuchu was still avoiding him, he turned him over and frowned slightly: "Why are you humans so troublesome?"

Tang Fuchu pursed his lips and turned his face away, blushing unbearably.

Mo Yan stared at him with his hands in his hands, stared for a while, then lowered his head to kiss him, he sucked Tang Fuchu's trembling lips lightly, and let go in vain when Tang Fuchu closed his eyes he.

Tang Fachu opened his eyes suddenly, and Mo Yan stared at him motionlessly.

"I want you to give me an explanation," Mo Yan said, "You know what I want to hear."

Tang Fuchu exploded: "Why are you talking endlessly!"

Mo Yan asked him: "Why am I endless? I have told you what I think, why can't you tell me what you think?"

Tang Fuchu said angrily: "We humans are different from you wolves! How can this kind of thing be talked about every day, whether you understand it implicitly, whether you understand it clearly..."

Mo Yan pressed onto Tang Fuchu's body, grabbed his wrist and said, "I don't understand!"

He is particularly stubborn in this regard: "I want you to tell me yourself, tell me!"

It has to be said that this kind of Moyan is itchy. Tang Fuchu looked at Moyan and slowly swallowed his saliva.

He calmed down: "I really like you."

"I've had feelings for you since the first time I saw you turned into a human being." Tang Fuchu pursed his lower lip and said dryly, "I admit it, I..."

Tang Fuchu felt that when he said such embarrassing words, it was impolite for Mo Yan to just stare blankly, he couldn't help scolding: "Can you fucking stop looking at me like that, you are so annoying What should I say?"

Mo Yan asked: "Why can't you say it?"

Tang Fuchu: "Can you guess a little bit about people's psychology? We humans don't like this way when we express our love."

Tang Fuchu gave up on himself and said, "Don't talk about it, anyway, you know what I'm going to say."

Mo Yan hugged Tang Fuchu's legs and wrapped them around his waist, Tang Fuchu yelled, and said angrily, "Damn it, it's time to do it!"

"Finish your words," Mo Yan raised his legs up a little more, his eyes were a little fierce, "I want to listen, talk!"

Tang Fachu felt that he was about to die, he and Mo Yan stalemate for a while, and then he was discouraged: "I told you that I like you, what else do you want?"

"Is it just like it?" Mo Yan was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, his eyes were too straightforward, and what he said seemed to be completely out of his head, "Is it rare for you to feel uncomfortable when you are with me?"

"What's the relationship between these two!" Tang Fuchu wanted to kill the big stupid wolf, "Can you not be so superficial? The body and emotion must be separated, do you understand?"

"You separated them?" Mo Yan frowned, lowered his body and pressed Tang Fuchu, "After doing that kind of thing with me, are you still planning to find someone else? Is this the rule of your humans?"

Tang Fuchu had a headache: "What I mean is, I don't like you because I have sex with you, and I like you even if I don't. There is no necessary relationship between the two, although..."

Although I like it more after I do it.

Tang Fuchu held back for a long time but couldn't say this. He looked at Moyan's expression and seemed to relax a little, and even looked a little gentle when he looked closely, so he muttered: "The face change is quite fast."

Mo Yan shook his head, and reached out to touch Tang Fuchu's face.

It was a little hot, he leaned down to sniff Tang Fuchu's neck, he seemed to always bury his head in sniffing Tang Fuchu's body, Tang Feichu didn't know if what he did was related to the habits of animals, then Mo Yan stuck to it His neck said: "You must be familiar with my smell and be loyal to me."

Moyan's words were always incoherent, and Tang Fuchu wanted to ask about the connection between the two, but he couldn't speak, and Moyan blocked his lips.

After lingering for a while, Mo Yan let go of him, rubbing his fingers at the corners of his eyes, and said hoarsely:

"Since you have chosen me, you must always follow me. We cannot be separated. This is the rule of our wolves."