Run away after flirting with the male god

Song Bai looked at Yang Fan, and Yang Fan felt that his eyes were like looking at a pig, so he stopped stealing his pants and asked, pretending to be weak, "You don't want to look at it."

How to answer this?

Song Bai pursed his lips, and the frown was about to come out. He put his arms around Yang Fan's shoulders, although the other party took the initiative to sneak in, "I have what you have."

"...oh" he was about to put on his pants.

"Looking good, skin white." Song Bai thought for a long time that he couldn't disappoint Yang Fan, maybe good-looking people like others to agree with them.

"Then do you like it?" Yang Fan decided to have fun.

Song Bai's face became hot in panic, but he still followed Yang Fan's words: "I like..."

"That's good."

Song Bai wanted to ask why, but he raised his hand and put it on someone's tun impartially. Because it felt soft, he even squeezed it, but at the same time, the person in his arms let out a gasp. He lowered his head and looked at Yang Fan who was looking at him innocently with his eyes open, Song Bai's hands froze and he didn't dare to move.

"I... didn't do it on purpose." He slowly pulled his hand away.

Yang Fan said, "You did it on purpose."

The veins on Song Bai's forehead were throbbing, Yang Fan's lower body was stripped naked at some point, and his arms were crushed so tightly that he couldn't move. He began to suspect whether Yang Fan did it on purpose, but when he met the innocent and clean eyes of the other party, he secretly blamed himself for being too much. Superficial, how could Yang Fan be that kind of person?

Suddenly his palm softened.

Yang Fan moved towards the man's hand while observing the changes in his facial expressions, holding back a smile desperately in his heart.

Demo, fight with uncle?

But before Yang Fan took the next step, Song Bai quickly pulled out his hand and turned to sleep on the other side with a red face: "Go to bed early."

Yang Fan felt less sleepy. He put on his pajama pants and boasted that he was skillful in taking off his pajamas. After turning off the light and leaning against a man, even the quilt smelled of familiar saponins. Yang Fan took a deep breath and rubbed against the man Back sighed: "Practice."

"Didn't you feel safe before?" Song Bai turned around and looked at Yang Fan in the dark, only the top of his hair could be seen. The man was leaning in his arms as if asking for a so-called sense of security. He put his arms around him and said in a low voice. ,"Living in the moment."

"I used to be alone, but now I feel like I have a home." No matter how sad or sad, there is a place to confide in, the key is that there is someone who will always be by his side, Yang Fan stepped forward and buried himself in the man's arms Surrounded by the smell, he opened his eyes and couldn't see anything but felt extremely satisfied.

The older you live, the older and smaller your wish, one request is enough.

Song Bai was honest and never used to having people around him, but he finally got used to Yang Fan's intimate movements. He rested his palm on the young man's soft hair, and put his other arm around his waist.

The temperature of the man's palm was scorching hot, Yang Fan flinched a bit, and moved it greedily after a while.

"Good night, Fanfan." Song Bai lowered his eyes and kissed his forehead, patting Yang Fan with all his tenderness. He always felt that Yang Fan was worrying about gains and losses, probably because of his different experiences.

Yang Fan's home cannot be considered a home, Song Bai waited for him to breathe in an orderly manner before slowly letting go, rubbing his hands on his waist and twisting it twice was regarded as eating tofu.

He thought that Yang Fan still had feelings for his former family, at least he couldn't let go of his parents or something, but when he saw Yang Fan really blacklisted there the next day, he realized that he thought the other party was too indecisive, and Yang Fan's legs were broken. On the table, humming an unknown song and deleting people openly.

"Anyway, it's something that doesn't live long, so it doesn't matter what you do."

"Why don't you live long?" Song Bai handed him his coat to go to class. As the winter vacation approached, as a class ended, they went to school less and less, and today they needed to return to school for the school celebration.

"Ah, I just said it casually." Seeing that Song Bai was tidying up, Yang Fan got up and got dressed, "How do you feel about going on stage to give a speech?"

"I don't feel nervous, I'm used to it."

Yang Fan: "Okay, I forgot that you have experienced many battles." Seeing that Song Bai looked handsome in a suit, he picked up his tie and took the initiative to go up to help tie it.

Song Bai raised his eyelids and smiled: "I don't know how to wear a tie yet, it looks ugly every time."

"Really." Yang Fan casually looked over to meet the man's gaze, lowered his head and said with a chuckle, "You're so stupid."

Every time it's class time, Yang Fan's hair is always tied up in a small curly hair. The sideburns are slightly longer and let them fall down. The side face is softly hidden in the fine hair. Song Bai runs down the excess hair on the back of the young man's neck until they disappear. At the collar, Yang Fan tied his tie and raised his head as if asking for credit, squinting his eyes into a crescent shape with a smile on his face, and tiptoed up to help him turn up the collar to make his collarbone more deep and delicate, just listen to him laughing and saying : "It's fastened."

Song Bai was pushed to the front of the full-length mirror, looking at himself and Yang Fan's five fingers clasped in the mirror, he immediately felt a sense of peace and tranquility. He shook hands and said deeply, "Can you teach me?"

"Why do you want to teach me?" Yang Fan asked back, "It's fine if I tie it for you every day."

Song Bai didn't say a word, staring at the young man with dark eyes as if he was going to wrap him up, he was a little excited but deliberately restrained and said: "Tian Tian?"

"Yes, every day." The man's magnetic and hoarse voice became more and more pleasing to the ear, Yang Fan brushed off the fine dust on his body to make a promise, looked at each other for a few seconds and burst out laughing, smiling but his hands pinched himself hard underneath. a handful.

Don't be soft, don't be allowed to blush, blushing ass!

In a hurry, he was defeated and pretended to put on his shoes, but the red pinna exposed him again.

Yang Fan tied his shoelaces with trembling hands and scolded himself: All these years of performances were wasted, didn’t he just blushed after just looking at it, and it’s not like a pure boy pretending to be pure!

Wait, he seems to be wearing a boy's skin now.

Yang Fan felt melancholy, sat on the ground without tying his shoelaces and wondered about his life, whether it was because he suddenly became younger and made him stupid, why was he so careless when he was obviously an old driver.

Song Bai often saw that Yang Fan was rhythmically sick, but now he didn't mention it when he saw it, he pulled him into the car like a child and set off for school.

The school celebration can be attended or not. When Yang Fan went, the venue was full of people. After calling Jia Wen, he reluctantly sat down and waited for Song Bai to start. "Why did you come to the school celebration?"

"My current girlfriend is a top student in the student union. I'm here to do my best to get her as soon as possible." Jia Wen was quite proud, his glossy hair gleaming.

As soon as he got close to Jia Wen, there was an aura of local tyrant, Yang Fan held his forehead and shook his head: "What else do you do besides being a girl?"

"...I'm not always serious." Jia Wen shrugged and sat down. The beauty of the host on stage was not very attractive to him. Is there a connection?"

Yang Fan turned his head to see Jia Wen's face looming under the stage lights. He moved closer to try to see it clearly, and sighed, "Why don't you contact me? I still have to rely on your sister."

"makes sense."

Jia Wen stared at his girlfriend over the classmates in the front row. The bustling atmosphere of the venue didn't seem very exciting to him at the moment. The school celebration ended and there would be a brief parting, and college career was about to come to a perfect end. He felt a little reluctant.

"Hey, isn't a pervert talking to you? Why are the clothes so bad?" Jia Wen was stunned when he saw Song Bai wearing a formal suit, and wiped his eyes. Like the school janitor, no, the janitor is better than him.

"I think it's okay." Yang Fan touched his chin and looked carefully, but the size of the clothes didn't fit, and the color was dull and old-fashioned. Song Bai's facial features added a lot of points, "It's just that you are used to wearing clothes with waistlines and don't like it. "

"I remember that you despise death. Sure enough, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Look at the color of that bow tie..."

Seeing that Jia Wen still wanted to be verbose, Yang Fan patted him on the shoulder and said lightly, "I tied the bow tie for him."

Jia Wen stammered: "Oh...hey, this bow tie is really good, teach me."

"Jia Wen, you are so shameless."

Yang Fan ignored the rich man, but sat down and listened carefully to Song Bai's speech. Song Bai's English process was smooth and more like an academic report. The man was full of confidence, his face was serious, and his height of 187 made it impossible for him to wear a large suit. The question is, standing upright with a straight waist looks good, Yang Fan propped his chin and his eyes gradually became hollow. A man like Song Bai is probably a "child from someone else's family" in the words of his parents. Same, what is a three-good student?

Probably like Song Bai.

Jia Wen secretly took photos and posted them on the Internet. Later, he told Yang Fan that the look in his eyes at that time was called tenderness, and Yang Fan always remembered Jia Wen's words.

"Yang Fan, the poor arrogance of the past has returned to normal, and now you are the true temperament."

After Song Bai finished speaking, it was time for him to leave. Yang Fan and Jia Wen greeted him and saw that he ignored him and focused on posting on Weibo. He was helpless. When he went out, he didn't notice that he ran into a girl.

"Yang Fan, I...I'm Cao Xue from...Class Visual Communication 132."

It seemed that he had been squatting on him for a long time, and Yang Fan hummed: "Sorry, I bumped into you just now."

The girl was very nervous, her head was lowered all the time, and she looked pitiful because of her petite figure: "Student Yang Fan...I...I want to ask you something."

A big 90-degree bow startled Yang Fan.