Run away after flirting with the male god

Song Bai stood up and his ears gradually turned red.

Yang Fan was out of breath laughing on the bed, crawled over on his knees and looked at Song Bai at the same level, patted his face and found it was hot: "What do you want, what do you want?"

Song Bai felt embarrassed for the first time. He took two steps back and raised his eyebrows to look at Yang Fan. Realizing that he was messing with himself just now, he turned on the light and took a second or two to sort out his tense thoughts and stabilize his emotions. Seeing that Yang Fan's whole body was covered with a faint cold white, so white that he didn't look like a living person, the other party was smiling, with the corner of his mouth cracked and the smile was the most innocent, "What do you want?"

Yang Fan shrugged and moved closer, raising one eyebrow and blinking his right eye: "Guess."

"I don't know." Song Bai stopped looking at him after finishing speaking, turned around with a blank expression, walked to the corner and stood there.

Yang Fan withdrew his unscrupulous expression and sat down. He had expected it but said indifferently: "Song Bai, you also like men." Too much force and the fingertips turned white and trembled, easily revealing the owner's restlessness.Yang Fan didn't wait for his reply in a hurry, and carefully helped Song Bai brush off the dust from his shoulders and asked softly, "I don't know what kind of man you like."

Song Bai's voice was steady without a trace of panic, his shoulders relaxed and returned to his usual appearance, his mouth opened and closed so that Yang Fan pushed him when he thought he was about to answer: "put away your cleverness."

It sounded a bit self-indulgent, but Yang Fan was not a vegetarian either, so he snorted and continued to roll the sheets: "Why don't you stand in a military posture for a while longer."

There was no sound behind.

Yang Fan suppressed a smile, the corners of his mouth curled upwards, and he waited and watched.

Two hours later, Song Bai came out from the corner of the wall. Yang Fan vaguely knew that someone was active in the dormitory, but he was too sleepy to open his eyes just after returning to school, so he smashed something and went out and shouted: "Be quiet."

Song Bai bent over and was about to pack up and take a bath, with a towel in his hand fixed in place, turned around to see Yang Fan sleeping soundly on his own bed with the old quilt that he always disliked, his slightly long hair scattered on his cheeks, showing delicate With a delicate side face and slightly pouty lips, he sat down on the bed belonging to Yang Fan and fell into deep thought without knowing it, just like when he found out that he was sick.

He is not used to having people around him, so he has been sleeping lightly lately. Yang Fan is very childish when he is asleep, and he likes to lie sideways on the bed, but because the bed is small, he has to lie on him, with his head raised and his mouth slightly open every time.

Song Baiyin was hidden in the dark side, his eyes dimmed, several times he could touch the tip of Yang Fan's nose or mouth as soon as he lowered his head, and there were also several times when he felt a strong desire to kiss.

He shook his head vigorously to stay awake. At this time, Yang Fan probably kicked the quilt away because he was too hot. Song Boteng stood up and immediately stood back to the corner to continue the punishment. I didn't want to disturb that person, but as soon as his butt touched the bed sheet, Yang Fan leaned over automatically like a magnet, and his movements were smooth and unambiguous. Song Bai's brain nerves had just experienced a catastrophe. To climb on top of him?

Every night there was always a 'beg for a hug', Song Bai took a sharp breath to suppress his rapid heartbeat, such an intimate act was like an enemy in his eyes.

"Yang, Yang Fan..."

"Ah?" Yang Fan was shaken a few times and raised his head slowly. He squinted and didn't see clearly. He just felt that the person next to him felt safe and stuck to him. , he sighed.

"It's good to be alive."

Isn't it the first time that Song Bai popped out some meaningful words such as "alive" and "dead" from Yang Fan's mouth, which seemed to jump out of the three realms and not in the five elements. It seemed that he had experienced life and death and had already realized it.

Would that be too sensitive?

Song Bai looked down at Yang Fan's innocent face rubbing against his chest, his slender eyelashes fluttered, and his shallow breath fell straight on his neck, feeling his blood pressure rising inexplicably, and his top-heavy.

However, before he could lower his blood pressure, he somehow put his arms around the young man's shoulders and hugged him in his arms.

Song Bai glared at his left hand angrily, and said in a low voice, "Go down, let him go!"

one second.

1 minutes.

a whole night.

Yang Fan felt refreshed when he woke up, Song Bai would have occupied the whole bed if it wasn't because of him, he could not help sighing as he looked at his bed opposite with his chin full of sundries.

"The cold bed can give me some warmth from my muscular body, ah, it's wonderful."

Song Bai pushed the door open and entered, with heat coming from the top of his head, a little sweat on the tip of his nose, coupled with a half-wet vest, and his bloody muscles undulating, Yang Fan stared wide-eyed and shook his head, stroking the hand under the quilt for a long time to no avail The little darling then looked down.

Huh...very excited.

"Oh, the body of a young man just can't stand the test."

Song Bai put the breakfast on the table and couldn't understand what he said, so he looked over suspiciously: "What."

Outside the house, there was a constant sound of rain and the possibility of it falling into the sky. Yang Fan stretched his waist and said vaguely, "Where did you go for a run when it was raining outside?" Or when did the school install a gym.

"I punched in the open space on the first floor."

Awesome, Yang Fan rubbed his eyes and ran over, poked his hot chest with his hands and sighed, licking his lips with his tongue as if he was very hungry: "So sexy."

Being praised as sexy by a gay is not a very good thing, Song Bai's EQ went online and tried to move back, while taking his clothes and fleeing, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving someone standing there laughing.

Yang Fan tried to let the urge to get up in the morning go down but failed. He thought that he hadn't relieved himself once he woke up, was he too sorry for the little baby?You must know that when he was young, he would never treat it badly in this matter.

Thinking of this, he didn't want to cool down anymore, so he simply got back into the quilt and changed to a comfortable position, buried his head in the quilt, and could only see the other half of the quilt shaking slowly or rapidly.

"Um……"

After saving for too long, it was relieved easily, and he was liberated before Song Bai came out of the bathroom.

Yang Fan took a breath and wiped his hands, feeling that the smell was quite strong, and went to the large bathroom on the floor to wash his hands slowly, but unexpectedly, he was scorned by several classmates afterwards.

"Young man." Yang Fan spoke so earnestly that he didn't even bother to make a fool of himself. He's not a decent person hiding something. Could it be that he can eat people?

When Song Bai came out, Yang Fan had already finished tidying up, and was eating the breakfast he brought back, holding his chin and humming a ditty he had never heard before. Yang Fan closed his eyes, his cheeks blushed for some reason and shook his head with the melody, and the corner of his mouth was smiling like a spring breeze.

Seeing him come out, Yang Fan asked directly: "Still going to the senior's company?"

There was no class on Thursday, Song Bai hummed in a low voice and prepared to make tofu cubes.

Yang Fan closed his eyes and hummed intermittently. This song was his work and he released several albums at that time. The vocal teacher also praised his voice. It’s a pity that he was born as an Internet celebrity, and all the songs were buried. Some of the albums were still picked out by him. Prepared by Qian, the most prestigious teacher Li hired by the composer of this song, he was thinking about whether to sing it again, and suddenly the sound of folding the quilt came from his ear.

Did he just open the quilt to escape?

The meat bun on Yang Fan's mouth fell off, as if there wasn't one, but it didn't seem like there really wasn't one.

It was too late when he turned around to stop him, Song Bai stared at the quilt in a daze.

It's over, will he chop me with his bare hands?

"Song Bai, the meat buns you brought today are delicious hahahaha..." The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, embarrassing, Yang Fan deliberately coughed twice to pretend to be curious, "Aren't you going to your senior so why are you still staying there?" Don’t move, just leave the quilt, I’ll take it out for you to dry in the sun.”

Song Bai frowned, turned around and looked down at Yang Fan with a frosty face.

"What did you do to my bed."

What is 'what did it do to his bed'...

Yang Fan swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth and laughed, but finally couldn't laugh anymore and honestly bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I seem to... molested it..."

The human tragedy he had imagined did not happen. Song Bai immediately threw the quilt and bed sheet down from the third floor. He simply didn't have his usual stinginess at all, and his movements were blunt. The corpse happened to be next to the trash can, and within a few seconds it was drenched and there was no chance to recover it again. He turned his head and stared at Song Bai, his face turned black and he yelled that he was not good.

He didn't get angry after playing like that last night.

"That... I'll pay you..." The man gave a stern glance and dared not say what he hadn't said yet, and Yang Fanxin said that he was reborn once again, so he didn't know if Song Bai would like to act like a spoiled child: "I really didn't mean it." Yes, everyone has needs for men, haven’t you done it.” Thinking about yourself and others, right, right.

Without looking back, Song Bai put on his coat and left, "I will sleep in my own bed from now on."

Yang Fan was flustered, so he picked out a few clothes, put them on, and followed them out.

There were a lot of people on the subway, Yang Fan looked at the people inside and wondered where to stand, and seeing Song Bai entered, he had to follow behind in a vain attempt to find an open space, but the crowd quickly dispersed them, and everyone smelled bad on rainy days It smells good, the combination of bad perfume smell and sweaty smell is unbearable, Yang Fan stood close to the railing and was almost squeezed into the air, under such circumstances, any action would be infinitely magnified.

Under such circumstances, the only ones who can have a seat are the elderly. He regrets that he did not pretend to be a disabled person in the car, although it is a bit immoral.

Holding the handle and slowly moving forward, Yang Fan couldn't bear the smell of the perfume mixed with rainwater and quickly pinched his nose, wanting to shout loudly, Song Baixian was patted on the shoulder.

"Hi, can I take a picture of you?"

Only then did he look at the student girl in front of him. She looked like a high school student in a uniform, and it seemed that she had a good grade in a certain high school, and she was looking shyly at his blushing cheeks.Yang Fan let out a sigh in his heart. He didn't expect someone to ask for a group photo, so he immediately forgot about looking for Song Bai and snapped a photo.

"It's a bit crowded, so be careful." Talking slowly with the little girl, Yang Fan had his own way of attracting young fans, and returned the mobile phone to the girl with a smile.

The student girl nodded and said shyly, "Thank you sister, I'm going down." Before leaving, she smiled cutely and didn't forget to add, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Huh?

"Is he a man?"

"Yeah, I still have curly hair."

Yang Fan supported his forehead and pretended not to hear the crowd's discussion. I was born in the womb of nature and couldn't help it.Just as I was about to post this to Moments, a male voice came from behind: "Do you want to sit?"

Noticing that it was a man in his 30s, with a rough face and a square face, Yang Fan looked around and pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Yeah." The man took the initiative to stand up and give up the seat that everyone wanted to grab, his dark face was a little suspiciously red, "I'm going down soon, you come and sit."

Yang Fan smiled. Maybe no one noticed when he spoke in a low voice just now, and he was a little powerless to complain: "Thank you uncle, I'd better leave it to other people. I'm a boy and don't need to sit."