Do not provoke

After adding friends, Fang Lin glanced at his ID, and said in a low voice, "Not Bei?"

Tang Xingbei hummed, lowered his head and wrote a note for him, and said casually: "My dad named me, I don't like it."

Fang Lin didn't speak any more.

His ID is just a cold one. It is so concise and meaningless, just like the person himself.

Thinking of this, he thought about whether to change his name.

But suddenly Tang Xingbei said: "Those two friends of yours aren't students, are they?"

He paused with his fingertips and put away his phone: "Yes."

Tang Xing cut out: "No wonder."

Fang Lin raised his eyes: "How to say?"

"Just that cut, the tattoo on the girl's arm would have been forcibly taken away by the dean for washing in school!" Tang Xingbei objected.

Fang Lin didn't expect his focus to be so rough, and he was stunned for a rare moment.

Then Tang Xingbei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hooked his fingers: "Come here."

Fang Lin frowned: "?"

Tang Xingbei looked up and saw that no one was paying attention, so he put the phone back into his pocket, stretched out his hand and neatly lifted the hem of the clothes to his belly, and nodded with his fingertips: "Look."

His skin is fair, probably due to years of exercise. The muscles in his abdomen are thin and tight, stretching down and covered by loose sports pants, revealing a thin and flexible waist.

Fang Lin suddenly staggered his eyes, and his throat moved.

Seeing that he didn't pay attention to him, Tang Xingbei couldn't help frowning, and poked him: "Hey!"

"...What are you looking at?" Fang Lin frowned.

"Tattoos!"

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, then turned his face again, deliberately ignoring the white stretch between his waist and abdomen, and looked at the spot where Tang Xingbei's fingertips were pointing.

Definitely a tattoo.

Tang Xingbei's aesthetics is very good. Even though it is a tattoo, it is not exaggerated or gaudy like ordinary people. The tattoo lines on his waist are very simple.

Starting from the waist and crotch, a smooth and simple red thread wrapped around a plausible flower.

And that flower//Wrapped in the heart seems to be a scar.

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes.

Before he could see clearly, Tang Xingbei had already put down his clothes and raised his eyebrows: "How is it?"

Fang Lin withdrew his gaze: "...It's pretty nice."

He didn't ask about the scar, but suddenly remembered the messy rumors he heard in school before, and he was a little distracted.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice his thoughts, and snorted in satisfaction to show his approval.

The two became quiet again. Tang Xingbei lay in front of the window watching the rain for a while, feeling bored, and was about to take out his phone to play again.

The bus turned sharply, and he couldn't react for a while, and was directly carried by the inertia to Fang Lin.

The warm and humid skin, the faint smell of alcohol in the entanglement of breathing, and the arm and wrist that are suddenly tight.

The bus stopped abruptly: "The Linhe villa area has arrived, passengers who get off, please go through the back door..."

Fang Lin was startled, quickly dodged, got up and walked forward without looking back: "We've arrived."

Tang Xingbei frowned and cursed in a low voice as his side was hurt by the barrier of the seat, he got up and got out of the car without taking a look.

Fang Lin had already opened his umbrella, and was waiting for him in the misty rain curtain. The umbrella covered his eyes under the dim street lights, and he could only hear a cold and indifferent voice: "Be careful of the water under your feet."

Tang Xingbei dodged the puddle and quickly got under his umbrella. Only then did he have time to frowned and rubbed his waist. The pain was so painful that it must have been knocked hard: "...Fuck, this uncle probably started out driving bumper cars."

Fang Lin stared intently at the front, his jaw line cast a sharp shadow by the street lights.

Seeing that he remained silent, Tang Xingbei couldn't help feeling a little strange, turned his face to get closer, and looked at him: "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Lin dodged a little, and said indifferently, "It's okay."

Almost half of his body was about to stand out of the umbrella. Tang Xingbei looked bewildered, and grabbed the handle of the umbrella with his hand and leaned towards him: "If you have an umbrella, don't play in the rain? Are you out of your mind?" Bar?"

The fingertips he held over were warm, Fang Lin struggled away calmly, and turned to the inside, but still kept a short distance from him.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice, and let go of his hand, his side body shivered from the cold that was beaten by the wind and rain.

After a while, Fang Lin lowered his eyes and moved closer.

The rain was mixed with the wind and the wind was getting stronger. Both sides of the street were covered with shadows of ostentatious trees. The speed of drainage could not keep up with the speed of the pouring rain. The Qingshi street was filled with water one or two centimeters deep, like a stream.

The raindrops hit the umbrella cloth very heavily, and it was humid and warm under the umbrella, which cut off many sights and sounds.

Fang Lin could clearly hear the breathing of the person beside him, with a faint fragrance of milk and mint.

The rain was a bit frenzied and arrogant, and the small umbrella couldn't cover the two boys who were more than 1.8 meters tall. After a while, the two of them were drenched.

When turning a corner at the intersection, a gust of wind came from nowhere, and the water hanging from the branches and leaves splashed down and splashed on Tang Xingbei.

"Fuck!" He shivered from the cold, and quickly hid beside Fang Lin.

A faint smell of mint came over his face, Fang Lin grabbed the handle of the umbrella: "... What wine did you drink tonight?"

"Huh?" Tang Xingbei was a little confused, "Red wine."

He was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fang Lin didn't ask any more.

From the intersection to the entrance, the short distance of 300 meters, the two of them came all the way under umbrellas and were still drenched into two drowned rats.

After entering the entrance gate, Fang Lin quickly closed his umbrella, and said to Tang Xingbei without looking back, "Go back and take a hot shower."

Tang Xingbei responded, speaking with a faint nasal tone: "Got it."

He stood by the side, waiting for Fang Lin to hang up his umbrella and come over, before entering the door together.

"You go upstairs first," Fang Lin said hurriedly while changing his shoes, "I'll make ginger soup."

Tang Xingbei was already a little drunk, but now he was drenched in the rain, nodded and didn't speak.

Fang Lin took out the test paper from his schoolbag and threw it on the table to dry, then went to the kitchen, took a piece of ginger from the refrigerator and washed it.

He turned around to look for the knife, but when he turned around, he saw Tang Xingbei standing at the door of the kitchen waiting, frowning: "Why don't you go up?"

"Together." Tang Xingbei rubbed his eyes.

Fang Lin paused, stared at him, didn't say anything, quickly chopped up the ginger, threw it into the rice cooker, mixed it with water and plugged it in, then quickly turned around and put his arms around his shoulders: "Let's go."