The Playwright's Guide to First Love

Life is full of great joys and sorrows.

Fu Wenshan was still immersed in the grief of losing his wife at one moment, and was caught off guard by Xie Wanxing's confession the next second.

But he has been psychologically shadowed by the successive blows, and he forcibly restrained his joyful emotions. He first asked cautiously, "You like me? Then why did you run away just now?"

Xie Wanxing's face turned red all of a sudden, belatedly remembering that he was really overwhelmed just now.He sat on the chair awkwardly, refusing to look at Fu Wenshan, his eyes fixed on a camellia plant not far away.

"I just thought you were going to break up with me," he muttered, "you're going to dump me, don't be friends with me, and go after someone else."

After Fu Wenshan understood, he couldn't help but laugh.

Holding Xie Wanxing's face in his hands, he said softly, "Are you stupid? I spend all my free time with you. I don't have time to like others."

Xie Wanxing also felt stupid, blushing all the way to the ears.

But no matter how Fu Wenshan looked at him, he thought it was cute.

He couldn't help but kissed Xie Wanxing's lips again, gently pecked the corner of Xie Wanxing's mouth, and asked, "What do we do now? Do you want to go back to eat? You haven't eaten the last dessert yet."

Xie Wanxing had long forgotten what the last dessert was.

He hooked Fu Wenshan's neck with his hands, the tip of his nose was still red, and his eyes were still red, but he said firmly, "I don't want dessert, I want to have sex with my boyfriend."

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The last iced dessert was just forgotten on the table. The ice cubes in the glass bowl gradually melted in the not-so-hot weather, and finally turned into a puddle of clear ice water.

In the upstairs lounge, Xie Wanxing was leaning against the French windows, his warm flesh pressed against the cold glass, while Fu Wenshan's fiery body was in front of him.

They eagerly bit each other's lips.

Xie Wanxing's black windbreaker had long been thrown on the floor, inside was only a thin dark blue silk shirt, and the buttons on his trousers had already been unbuttoned.

Fu Wenshan reached into Xie Wanxing's shirt and stroked wantonly. He was very familiar with Xie Wanxing's body. He knew how fair and delicate Xie Wanxing's skin was. Every curve on Xie Wanxing's body, the waist is as thin as a willow branch in spring, he can wrap it around with one arm, and he also knows how beautiful Xie Wanxing's voice is when he moves, it's so soft...

But when he hugged Xie Wanxing before, it was just as friends with benefits, with the simplest physical relationship.

But not anymore, he is Xie Wanxing's boyfriend.

Not only does he own Xie Wanxing's body, he also occupies Xie Wanxing's heart.

Fu Wenshan took off the last covering on Xie Wanxing's body, and the soft blue silk fell to the floor lightly.

Xie Wanxing is like a jade-white statue, impeccably beautiful, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him is a faint warm yellow light, illuminating every inch of Xie Wanxing's skin, he is as white as suet jade, his body But because of embarrassment, there was a thin layer of pink, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

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The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, Xie Wanxing was lying on the bed, and he could see the courtyard when he turned his head.

Now this "Wengui Garden" is silent, and the waiters were all driven to rest by Fu Wenshan. This place is like a quiet place forgotten by the gods. Through the windows on both sides that are not tightly closed, you can vaguely smell the smoke in the air. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, so light, yet so gentle and lingering, blends with the hot and humid love in the room, making it extremely seductive.

His eyes also became dazed and charming, with tears in the corners of his eyes, his lips were as red as if they had been soaked in rose juice, and they opened slightly, as if waiting for someone's kiss.

Fu Wenshan bowed his head and kissed her.

He vaguely smelled a fragrance from Xie Wanxing's body, but it was not the smell of perfume, but a faint, aphrodisiac fragrance that seemed to come out from the flesh.

·

Fu Wenshan and Xie Wanxing didn't go back that day, and stayed directly in Wengui Garden.

The two had just had a fling like wild beasts, and now lying together under a quilt, they became innocent, holding hands under the quilt, their expressions were a little green, and even the kiss was just lightly rubbing their lips.

Xie Wanxing leaned against Fu Wenshan's arms, thinking about everything that happened tonight, she was still a little dizzy.

He tugged at Fu Wenshan's hand and asked, "You just said that you have been waiting for today for a long time, when did you start liking me?"

He felt that this question was stupid, like a person immersed in love would have small thoughts, but he still wanted to ask.

Fu Wenshan thought for a while, "That must be the time to visit the film and television city. Seeing you flirting with people on the set, I was so jealous."

Xie Wanxing was shocked, how early it was, he thought about himself again, not to mention liking him, he hadn't realized it at all at that time, he only regarded Fu Wenshan as one of the top ten best friends with sex.

He coughed guiltyly, but quickly grasped the point of Fu Wenshan's words, "When did I hook up with someone?"

Fu Wenshan snorted, and checked with him, "You and that Zhao Jinghua held hands to eat hot pot, and hugged with the fourth male in your crew. There was also the third male who modeled on your chin while filming, and the male number four. Seven, female four...**** beats up Li Siheng as soon as she returns home, this f*cking crew is not well-meaning."

Xie Wanxing was dumbfounded because he didn't remember any of them.

"No, please be reasonable, Zhao Jinghua is my senior brother, the fourth male is still young, and the third male is for filming..."

Fu Wenshan didn't want to reason, he just wanted to settle the old score.

But these passers-by A and B are no longer a threat to him, so he generously ignores them.

He leaned over to hug Xie Wanxing, and asked stickily, "When did you like me? Was it also when you were filming?"

Xie Wanxing blinked, and swallowed hard. He looked at Fu Wenshan expectantly, and really didn't know how to tell him that he had only been enlightened for less than ten days.