Rarely fascinated

In the next few days, Fang Zhiyuan went to class as usual, and sneaked back after school at night to check on Wen Cun's situation.Gao Cheng usually takes care of him during the day, but the relationship between Gao Cheng and Wen Cun has never been very good, and Wen Cun is not the kind of person who takes the initiative to please anyone, so he can only secretly call Fang Zhiyuan.

So the following dialogue ensues:

"Fang Zhiyuan, I want to eat beef noodles."

"Okay, I'll buy it."

"Fang Zhiyuan, I want to eat braised pork trotters."

"Okay, I'll bring it back for you."

"Fang Zhiyuan, I want to eat Coke chicken wings."

"...I'll buy it and make it."

"Fang Zhiyuan, I think..."

Fang Zhiyuan didn't know why he had such a good temper with Wen Cun, and he couldn't find the reason himself. It was the first time he had been so patient with others after living for more than ten years. No wonder Gao Cheng thought he was interested in Wen Cun.

Fang Zhiyuan frowned, is he interested in Wen Cun?Thinking of this, Wen Cun's face involuntarily appeared in his mind. Fang Zhiyuan really couldn't find anything about Wen Cun that he liked.

A master of mentally handicapped, brain-dead, and neuropathy.

When Fang Zhiyuan came back with a bowl of Chongqing noodles, Wen Cun was sitting cross-legged in the room and talking on the phone excitedly. Fang Zhiyuan didn't go in, but stood at the door and listened for a while.

"I don't know when I'll be able to go back." Wen Cun's tone was a bit mean, "I haven't seen you for a few days and you miss Dad?"

Fang Zhiyuan knew who Wen Cun was calling from the tone and lines. He opened the door and walked in, but he didn't make a sound, and Wen Cun turned his back and didn't see him.

"Hey, I'll try my best." Wen Cun scratched his hair and said with some distress, "Actually, I also... miss you a lot. I'll see the situation. If I can go, I'll let you know."

"...No, no, you don't have time to fiddle with your own affairs, and I'm about to be discharged from the hospital, don't run around." Wen Cun's expression was a little guilty.

"Yeah.. Got it..." Wen Cun agreed, sniffed a few times, as if smelling something, he turned his head suddenly, saw the face in Fang Zhiyuan's hand, his eyes lit up, "I won't tell you for now, I'll talk with you when I have time."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, moved towards Fang Zhiyuan's direction, and said happily, "You're back!"

"...It's your noodles that came back." Fang Zhiyuan sighed, if Wen Cun hadn't been injured this time, he wouldn't have known that Wen Cun was so good at eating, he asked for different things every day, and he didn't bring heavy ones.

Even a flower from the Vatican can come out.

"Hey, I'm starving to death." Wen Cun put his legs on the edge of the bed, put his arms on the bedside table, and looked at Fang Zhiyuan eagerly.

"...Maybe it's a little hot, I just bought it." Fang Zhiyuan put the noodles on the table, opened the lid of the takeaway, a scent came out, and Wen Cun almost rushed towards him.

"It's really annoying not being able to eat spicy food." After a few mouthfuls, Wen Cun pursed his mouth and said aggrievedly, "It's tasteless to eat anything."

"Then don't eat it." Fang Zhiyuan reached out and wanted to take the noodles away.

"Hey, don't, don't! Eat, eat!" Wen Cun quickly put his arms around him, and put his face into his arms. He raised his head and stared at Fang Zhiyuan, "I can't even complain!"

"You fucking person just doesn't know what's good or bad." Fang Zhiyuan squinted a tender look, "Do you know how long I stood in line to buy you this noodle? There are many things."

"I was wrong." Wen Cun rubbed his nose, and said a little embarrassedly, "I really don't taste anything now, I can only smell it, but I can't feel it when I eat it. I used to eat very The taste is very strong.”

"Let's eat it after you recover from your injury." Fang Zhiyuan took a look at Wen Cun, and said calmly, "You don't want spicy food now, it's good enough to let you eat seafood."

"I want to eat shredded pork with Beijing sauce tomorrow." Wen Cun thought for a while, "And sweet and sour fish."

"... Shredded pork with Beijing sauce is fine." Fang Zhiyuan frowned, "I don't know how to cook sweet and sour fish."

"...Forget it then, just shredded pork with Beijing sauce." Wen Cun took a mouthful of noodles, his tone full of regret, after a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, "I want to go to school tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Fang Zhiyuan was a little surprised.

"Yes." Wen Cun sighed, looking sad, with extremely sincere eyes, "I feel bad if I don't study for a day, and I will die of pain if I don't go to class for so many days. Only study can make me happy."

"Pfft——" Fang Zhiyuan suddenly laughed, shaking his shoulders and laughing, "Oh my god...this is the most unreliable joke I've heard this year."

"What do you mean, Fang Zhiyuan." Wen Cun said with a straight face, "You don't believe me."

"No, no." Fang Zhiyuan's stomach ached from laughing, and he lay on the bed directly covering his stomach, still couldn't help being happy, "Believe it, believe it."

"Your uncle—" Wen Cun didn't even eat the noodles, and rushed towards Fang Zhiyuan, pressing his whole body on top of him, trying to break his arm, "Fang, are you planning to make trouble?"

"Hey, don't!" Fang Zhiyuan struggled a bit, but Wen Cun's weight was on him, he couldn't move at all, and Wen Cun still had injuries on his body, so he didn't dare to move too much, so he could only let Wen Cun hold him down , he reminded aloud, "Be careful, you will get hurt!"

"Quickly tell me, what did you mean just now!" Wen Cun took advantage of Fang Zhiyuan's daring not to fight back and began to show off his might, with his hands all over Fang Zhiyuan's body like a monster, pinching here and scratching there, completely unaware of the abnormal expression on Fang Zhiyuan's face.

Fang Zhiyuan felt that Wen Cun's fingertips seemed to be on fire. Even if he touched him through his clothes, he felt a wave of heat surged up where he was touched, and all the indescribable feelings came together. Somewhere, when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse, and his smile also restrained, "Okay, stop making trouble."

Wen Cun pressed on Fang Zhiyuan's body and changed his posture. His calf just passed between Fang Zhiyuan's legs. He didn't notice anything. Just when he was about to continue to clean up Fang Zhiyuan, he suddenly felt dark for a while. When he realized it, he had already been caught Fang Zhiyuan pushed over and lay on the bed with his head up. Fang Zhiyuan's hands were firmly pressed on his shoulders, and he looked at him with a dark expression.

"Hey..." Wen Cun swallowed, and said tentatively, "I was just joking, aren't you angry?"

Fang Zhiyuan just stared at Wen Cun without saying a word, that look made Wen Cun feel a little creepy, just after Wen Cun had the illusion that his skin was covered by Fang Zhiyuan's stare, he suddenly got up and left, the door shook The sound startled Wen Cun.

"Damn it, it won't happen." Wen Cun bit his lip and sat up from the bed, "This... can make you angry."

After thinking about it, he still put on slippers, covered his stomach injury, walked carefully, and chased him out.

When he arrived at the living room, he didn't find Fang Zhiyuan.But seeing Gao Cheng, Wen Cun raised his head and asked, "Where's Fang Zhiyuan?"

"I saw him go to the toilet just now." Gao Cheng said without looking up.

"... Oh." Wen Cun shook his head and walked back to the bedroom.

The author has something to say:

It's almost 20 chapters!it turns out!Haven't held hands yet!Haven't kissed yet!Not rolling yet!

I'm so angry!

The author who is trying to get things done sits on a small bench and writes.

~I want to kiss within chapter 25!