Do not provoke

Tang Xingbei stepped forward, took a breath and wiped his sweat with his hands, and went forward with a bottle of mineral water, squatting down: "Let go."

Fang Lin didn't move, just stared at him.

Tang Xingbei was forced to look at him for a while, and after a while, sighed silently, stretched out his hand to break away the hand that was holding his arm, looked at the wound, and frowned: "Rush first, to avoid infection in the heat."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap and raised his arm carefully.

When the warm water rushed over the wound, there was a sharp stimulation, but Fang Lin didn't seem to feel it, he didn't even blink, and still looked at the person in front of him.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice, he frowned and stared at the fleshy wound, carefully washed off the dust and dirt on it, then withdrew his hand, exhaled, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it!" The dog-fucking thing hits so hard."

Fang Lin smiled silently.

"Smile!" Tang Xingbei turned his head and scolded him, "You're not a f*cking cheap lamp! Just stand there and let someone poke you!"

Fang Lin paused, and explained: "I didn't dodge."

Tang Xingbei ignored him. He lowered his head and picked up his schoolbag, took out the bag of medical gauze and opened it. He carefully wrapped the wound and tied a knot. He frowned, "Go to the hospital first."

Fang Lin looked down at the bloody gauze on his arm: "...you just carry this with you?"

"Yeah." Tang Xingbei replied angrily, "It's just to take care of a lifeless bastard like you."

He was not polite at all, but Fang Lin didn't have the slightest thought of getting angry. He raised his lips and looked up at him.

The inexplicable awkward atmosphere that lingered between the two of them a few days ago seemed to dissipate, and the feeling returned to the past, but there was something more than before.

Tang Xingbei hurriedly put the things into his schoolbag and picked them up in his hand, squatting on one knee, and looked back at him: "Come up."

Fang Lin was taken aback.

Seeing him looking up at him, Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue: "Why do you still want to limp back?"

His sideways figure is very good-looking, with long arms and long legs, and the unique tenacity and smoothness of a teenager.

Fang Lin curled up his fingertips, and without making a sound, he clasped his outstretched hand and grabbed his shoulder firmly.

"I'm carrying my schoolbag, so I can't move my hands." Tang Xingbei raised his chin.

Fang Lin obediently took the schoolbag strap and hung it on his left shoulder.

"Hurry up." Tang Xingbei clasped his leg with one hand, and turned his face slightly, "I have never carried anyone on my back, and I will not be responsible for falling."

Fang Lin still didn't speak, but hugged him a little tighter.

A gust of wind came over, carrying damp water vapor, and the dead leaves at the entrance of the alley were blown around.

Tang Xingbei was trembling with his back behind his back, but now he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and cursed: "If it rains halfway, I will designate to throw you and go home by myself."

"Okay." The voice in the ear was very low.

Tang Xingbei was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to turn his face to look at him, but held back, turned his eyes away, snorted coldly and stopped talking.

When Tang Xingbei ran out to buy water just now, he took a closer look. The nearest intersection where you can take a taxi is 400 meters away, and it takes a few turns to get there.

Fang Lin looked thin and cold on weekdays, and he looked slim and thin in the clothes he wore, but he really didn't look light at all.

Young Master Tang is arrogant and pampered Jingui, except when he is in a fight, he doesn't even take a step, but now he only walked more than 100 meters while gritting his teeth, and almost cried from exhaustion.

Fang Lin looked at the sweat on the tip of his nose and hesitated: "How about..."

"Shut up!" Tang Xingbei frowned.

Fang Lin then obediently did not make another sound.

He staggered step by step, but his arms were steady, Fang Lin didn't even wobble.

It was already late at night, and the alley was quiet, only the light wind, and the sound of dogs barking from someone.

Tang Xingbei has a warm and light mint lemon scent, which slowly lingers on the nose.

His hair grew a bit longer, and the ends of the hair were blown up by the wind, and it gently brushed Fang Lin's side face, a little itchy.

Fang Lin was stunned, but didn't move, staring down at the small piece of fair skin behind his ear.

Probably because he was a little tired, this small piece of skin was flushed with a light color, and the thin ear pinna was somewhat transparent.

Fang Lin listened silently to his own deep and fast heartbeat, and suddenly remembered the dream he had intentionally forgotten last night.

The soft and white waist, the hands with distinct phalanges, the section extending from the waist to the navel but half covered by the sweatpants, and Tang Xingbei's condescending, indifferent and perceptive eyes.

He still remembered the sweat dripping all over his body when he woke up from the dream, the sticky dampness under his body, and the scorching heat that spread from his lower abdomen and couldn't be relieved.

"Why are you pinching my ear!"

Fang Lin regained his senses and withdrew his hand abruptly.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice him, panted, and turned his face sideways: "Don't make trouble, be careful that I will throw it down for you if you don't pay attention."

Fang Lin stared at his pale red lips that opened and closed, but didn't make a sound.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-olds are not fools, and of course they don't know what this means. If they could be regarded as ignorant and ignorant a few days ago, it is no longer possible to be ignorant now.

...He likes Tang Xingbei.

It's the kind of liking that wants to kiss him, want to hug him, and even want to do something to him.

After realizing this, Fang Lin didn't feel any joy, only fear.

and dazed fear.

It was as if he had been severely sunk into the deep sea, from the tip of his nose to his throat and ears were blocked by the salty sea water, and the heavy humming echoed continuously in his brain.

If Liang Zhen knew what he was thinking, he would definitely laugh and slap him on the shoulder: "When you are 15 years old, you dare to stab someone with a knife and still be afraid?!"

But at this moment, Fang Lin really felt the fear, and even couldn't support his body, he closed his eyes uncontrollably, buried his face in Tang Xingbei's neck, and took a deep breath.

The neck was numb and itchy after being swept by the hair, Tang Xingbei turned slightly uncomfortably, and just wanted him to raise his head with a hey sound, but felt the slight trembling of him hugging him, he was taken aback for a moment, closed his mouth, and muttered Let him be buried.

Forget it, it probably hurts too much, he thought.

Fang Lin was in so much pain that even the shoulders holding him were shaking.

Tang Xingbei was tired and hot after walking all the way. Originally, he wanted him to take out a tissue to help him wipe his face, but seeing the pain in this way, he didn't instruct him. He turned his face away and rubbed it on his shoulder embarrassingly Sweat dripping down his chin.

Then he took a breath, gritted his teeth and lifted the man up, and continued to walk forward against the night wind.

The person on his back was pale, and opened his eyes indifferently, staring at the clearly shaped collarbone in front of him.

It undulates slightly with the master's panting, it is still a thin and faint crimson, with a thin layer of sweat accumulating on it, and a drop even slides along the thin arc to the hazy collar cover.

Fang Lin looked away with difficulty.

This fear is not just about homosexuality.

It's even more because this person is the son of the person his mother hated all his life.

It was also the person my former self hated the most.

"Tang Xingbei."

Suddenly there was a low sound in the ear.

This was the first time Fang Lin called his full name, Tang Xingbei felt a little weird, pretending to be calm and said: "What are you doing?"

Fang Lin raised his head, and the corner of his warm lips seemed to brush against his neck, before he spoke after a while: "Actually, I've seen you a long time ago."