Rarely fascinated

Fang Zhiyuan rubbed his face with cold water, put his hands on the sink, and looked at himself in the mirror.

For the first time, he had a distinct, inescapable reaction to a man's touch.

And this person is still gentle.

His body was still a little hot, and there was still a remnant of touch in the place touched by Wen Cun, and he seemed to be able to feel the soft fingertips...

"Fuck!" Fang Zhiyuan cursed in a low voice, hammered his fist on the glass, then turned and went into the bathroom.

After more than 20 minutes, Fang Zhiyuan came out. Gao Cheng frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"...I ate bad food." Fang Zhiyuan sat down on the sofa, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Ah?" Gao Cheng was a little surprised, "Did you have diarrhea? I have medicine at home, do you take it? It's serious!"

"...It's not particularly serious, no need." Fang Zhiyuan felt that he was a little weak now, and he remembered clearly who was thinking in his head when he ejaculated for the last time.Even with Fang Zhiyuan's clever mind, he still can't turn the corner now.

Why tenderness?

When did it start?

Why did it start?

Why?Why?Why?

"Ah——" Fang Zhiyuan scratched his hair vigorously, and cried out a little irritably.

Gao Cheng was taken aback, "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Zhiyuan stood up suddenly, and said to Gao Cheng, "Brother Cheng, touch me a few times."

"...?" Gao Cheng's expression was a bit indescribable.

"That's right, just touch it a few times." Fang Zhiyuan took a few steps in Gao Cheng's direction.

"Touch...where...?"

"Anywhere."

Gao Cheng reached out and touched Fang Zhiyuan's stomach a few times through his clothes, and looked at him suspiciously, "What happened to you today?"

Fang Zhiyuan was silent for a while without speaking.

He didn't know what to say.

Just now Wen Cun touched me a few times and I raised the flag, but I didn't respond when you touched me, I was wondering why.

He certainly couldn't say that.

So he couldn't say it.

"...Hey." Fang Zhiyuan sighed, and could only change the subject and say, "Go and buy some meat and fish later."

"What else does he want to eat?"

"Shredded pork with Beijing sauce and sweet and sour fish." Fang Zhiyuan was a little helpless, he rubbed his nose, "It's better to make some shredded pork with Beijing sauce, this...sweet and sour fish, I guess I can only make it according to the Internet."

Gao Chengle said, "He's pretty good at eating."

"Next time, I'll find a recipe for lazy people."

"By the way, he came out to look for you when you went to the bathroom just now." Gao Cheng suddenly remembered, "I told him you went to the bathroom."

"I'll go take a look." Fang Zhiyuan suddenly felt a little headache.

He didn't know how to deal with his relationship with Wen Cun.

Tenderness is straight.

Even if he doesn't say whether he likes Wen Cun or not, and whether he has feelings for Wen Cun, not touching straight men is the most basic accomplishment and bottom line for a gay being a gay.

When Fang Zhiyuan entered the door, he saw Wen Cun sitting on the bed with the quilt in his arms, with a serious expression on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Cun swished his head and looked at the person at the door, "You're back!"

"...Your posture." Fang Zhiyuan laughed a little, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that you were angry just now, how do you want to apologize to you." Wen Cun said, "You just ran away without saying a word, which shocked me."

"Yo, you also know the word apology." Fang Zhiyuan pretended to be surprised and said, "I thought you would always be so rude."

Wen Cun was also taken aback for a moment, was he a person who would apologize to others before?

Obviously not.

Ever since Fang Zhiyuan appeared, Wen Cun discovered...his personality has changed a lot, no...or only Fang Zhiyuan, his personality will change when he is in front of Fang Zhiyuan.

"Why did you go?" Wen Cun shook his head, throwing out all the messy and incomprehensible thoughts.

"Suddenly want to go to the toilet..." Fang Zhiyuan looked at Wen Cun like this, and suddenly a feeling that he couldn't describe himself came up in his heart, his throat became a little dry, and he quickly moved his eyes away.

"Fuck." Wen Cun was stunned for a moment, "Am I that heavy? Did you just press it out?"

After Fang Zhiyuan understood what Wen Cun said, he was immediately happy. He said with a smile, "Can you show some face to your mother? Your quality."

"Then you didn't want to go to the bathroom when I didn't press you just now." Wen Cun said, "I just threw myself on you, and you..."

"Can we stop discussing the issue of going to the toilet?" Fang Zhiyuan said with a headache.

"...Oh." Wen Cun closed his mouth, and opened it again after a while, "Then can I go to school tomorrow?"

"Lie down well, let me take a look at your injuries." Fang Zhiyuan thought for a while, "If you don't jump around and just sit down, there shouldn't be a big problem."

Wen Cun lay down, lifted his clothes up, revealing the neat gauze wrapped around his stomach, "Actually, I think I may have grown up, and I don't itch anymore."

"...You thought you were a god." Fang Zhiyuan carefully removed the gauze layer by layer, "It's only been a few days."

"Hiss... aches aches aches aches aches..." Wen Cun yelled a series of pains.

The blood overflowing from the wound clotted and connected to the gauze. When the gauze was pulled down, it hurt so badly, it was like tearing skin, and the pain was so gentle that I shivered.

"Why...bleeding again." Fang Zhiyuan frowned, "Did you move around again?"

"Then I don't know what I can do when I fall asleep at night." Wen Cun said innocently, "I don't sleep honestly."

"Wait," Fang Zhiyuan opened the drawer, took out a bottle of disinfectant, and dabbed it on the wound with a cotton swab, "I'll break this blood clot for you."

"...It won't hurt." Wen Cun bit his lip.

"You old man is still afraid of pain." Fang Zhiyuan squinted at Wen Cun and sneered.

"Why should I choose to be in pain when I can not be in pain." Wen Cun said confidently.

"Understood, don't babble." Fang Zhiyuan's hands moved lightly, fiddled with the gauze carefully, he looked up at Wen Cun, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Cun bit her lower lip lightly, frowned slightly, opened her mouth again and gasped for breath, said with drooping eyelashes, "It's not too painful."

Fang Zhiyuan felt his mouth suddenly dry, he lowered his head and stopped looking at Wen Cun.

After five or six minutes, Fang Zhiyuan took off the whole piece of gauze. Wen Wen's body was in good condition, the wound grew fast, and now there is almost nothing wrong with it.

"If you want to go, I'll take you there tomorrow." Fang Zhiyuan said, "But you can't move around when you go, you can only walk but not run, and you can't fight with them. If the wound opens again..."

"I know, I know, I know." Wen Cun interrupted him, "You look like an old lady."

Fang Zhiyuan's face was a little ugly, "What did you say?"

"Hey, I didn't say anything." Wen Cun blinked, and immediately shrank himself under the quilt, only showing half of his face outside.

"Can you fucking stop moving?" Fang Zhiyuan lifted the quilt, frowned and said, "I haven't fixed it for you yet."

"Then you can do it." Wen Cun closed his eyes and let his belly air out, "I'll take a break."

Wen Cun's belly is very white, even whiter than his face, without much flesh, but it's definitely not the skinny kind, it's just... good-looking just right.

Fang Zhiyuan touched the skin around the wound unconsciously.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Wen Cun opened his eyes and hid with a smile, "itch!"

The author has something to say:

_(:зゝ∠)_Fang, accept your fate!

Thank you girl Ray!

_(:зゝ∠)_The author who tried hard to drive was helpless