Do not provoke

After a while, Tang Xingbei nodded his head. Looking at his expression, he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied with the answer.

She only looked away, scratched her wet hair twice, and said vaguely, "...Go to sleep first."

Fang Lin looked at him, and then hummed after a while.

When the door was gently closed, Fang Lin heaved a sigh of relief, looked away, looked at the staggering little Lihua in the box, raised his hand and poked it, and clicked his tongue.

It's already the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. Except for some special counters, the shops on both sides of the commercial street are almost completely closed. If you come half a day later, even the supermarket will be closed.

After the two entered the door, they headed straight to the meat counter with a clear goal.

Since it is necessary to eat hot pot, beef and mutton are essential, Fang Lin simply bought some according to Tang Xingbei's taste, and bought some cat litter and cat food.

Little Lihua was not yet weaned, so they searched the Internet again and bought a few bags of goat milk powder.

Although it may not seem obvious when buying things, when they returned home, the two of them carried a bunch of bags in their hands.

"Put fruits, vegetables and meat in the kitchen, paper towels and cat litter in the living room first, and clean up later—" Fang Lin said, pouring a bag of pork ribs directly into a glass plate, "Do you want the pork ribs to be sweet and sour or braised?"

"Sweet and sour."

After shopping in the supermarket all morning, Tang Xingbei was extremely tired. After putting away his things, he turned over and jumped in front of the sofa. He tore off the scarf and threw it aside. Come down and sigh: "Fuck, grocery shopping is so tiring."

Fang Lin clicked his tongue: "Delicate."

Tang Xingbei didn't bother to talk to him, so he rested for a while, and went upstairs to watch the cat again.

Little Lihua was probably very hungry before, and she was not satisfied after drinking two injections of goat milk powder, but the two of them were afraid that it would eat too much at once, so they stopped and left it in the house to sleep. Come down and prepare to continue making hot pot.

For this New Year's Eve dinner, they started preparing from noon.

This is the first time for Fang Lin to try serious cooking. He started to cook after watching countless tutorials on the Internet. In the end, apart from the stir-fried pork with green peppers, the quality and taste of the sweet and sour pork ribs and braised fish were not bad. .

In the depths of winter, the sky starts to get dark after five or six in the afternoon.

After the sky got dark, there was brisk and lively music from the open-air square facing the city center, and the annual New Year's light show slowly began to shine.

There are a few members of the family. After having dinner together, they take the children to the square to watch the lights and take a walk, waiting for the New Year's Eve with the noisy crowd.

From the window of Fanglin's room, one can clearly see the colorful lights of the city center not far away, and can hear vague laughter along with the whistling cold wind.

Tang Xingbei lay on his stomach with his arms on the window sill and watched for a while, and then closed the window when the sweater couldn't cover the cold and his fingertips were cold.

The warm aroma of hot pot came from downstairs, he squinted his eyes, turned and went downstairs.

Just as Fang Lin was putting things on the dining table, he heard someone coming downstairs, turned his face to look at him, and frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Going to play on the balcony." Tang Xingbei smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks.

After the two sat down face to face, Fang Lin turned on the TV and looked at the TV. The Spring Festival Gala was already broadcasting. The background music filled the living room with laughter and the sound of New Year's fireworks. It became lively.

Tang Xingbei suddenly felt the warmth of family joy, so he laughed.

Fang Lin was putting mutton rolls in the pot, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." The smile in Tang Xingbei's eyes floated, and he looked extremely happy.

Fang Lin didn't ask any more questions, and stretched out his hand to set the bowl and chopsticks. Then he heard him whisper again: "...it's pretty good."

What he said was vague, but Fang Lin understood, looked at him, poured two glasses of wine without saying a word.

Tang Xingbei was also silent. He stretched out his hand to pick up a glass, as if to dilute the trance mixed in his heart, he took two big gulps, and when he swallowed it, he put down the glass, picked up the bottle, looked at it, and clicked: "You You dare to take it, Fang Xiaolin."

When he raised his eyes, there was an undisguised smile in the corner of his eyes.

Fang Lin looked at it for a while, then looked away, picked up another glass and took a sip: "...you'll get drunk after two sips, you'd better save it."

Tang Xingbei ignored him, squinted his eyes and put down his wine glass, and began to eat with the joyful New Year's background singing.

In the end, Fang Lin's cooking skills have risen by more than one level compared to before after he has been groping for the dishes for so long.

After eating, the two of them were a little overwhelmed, and it took three to five minutes to recover.

After packing up his things and throwing the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher at will, Tang Xingbei was free, lying on his back comfortably, stretching out his hand to press his stomach: "Fang Lin, you can do it well, when you get married... ..."

As he was speaking, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly stopped.

Fang Lin didn't speak, but looked up.

Tang Xingbei didn't make another sound, and sighed for a long time.Fang Lin didn't force him, just threw the unfinished food into the refrigerator, took out the dishes and chopsticks, wiped them clean, then reached out and turned off the TV: "Let's go."

"……Um?"

"Go upstairs."

The little raccoon flower in the box had just had a full meal and was still fast asleep.

Tang Xingbei closed the lid lightly, then stood up, walked to the desk and sat down, raised his head hesitantly, watched Fang Lin turn on the computer, and asked blankly: "...playing games?"

Fang Lin paused, looked at him expressionlessly, and then looked away: "Watch a movie."

"Ah?" Tang Xingbei was stunned for a moment, "Why are you watching a movie all of a sudden?"

I don't know if it's because of the light, but Fang Lin's ears seemed to be a little red, but when he looked over, he said indifferently: "There's so much nonsense, can you read it?"

"...Cut." Tang Xingbei frowned and kicked him, but pulled the chair to his side and sat down next to the person.

Tang Xingbei was a little uneasy about the warmth so close at hand. He glanced at the desk lamp by the desk, and suddenly asked, "Turn off the light?"

Fang Lin glanced at him unexpectedly, got up and turned off the light.

The next moment when the darkness shrouded in darkness, Tang Xingbei heard him laughing softly next to his ear: "I'm pretty bold right now."

Tang Xingbei's face suddenly became hot, he cleared his throat, and said vaguely: "...that's still not as courageous as you."

Fang Lin rolled his eyes in disbelief, clicked the play button, turned around, pulled the chair over and sat back beside him.

He picked an anime movie, Hayao Miyazaki's Howl's Moving Castle.

In fact, Tang Xingbei has watched this movie twice, but he didn't make a sound, and watched it quietly with squinted eyes.

The red wine he drank at night was not low in alcohol, which made him dizzy in his mind, but his consciousness was very clear, and he could even feel the light breathing sound of Lin Lin beside him.

After a while, Fang Lin asked in a low voice, "Drink water?"

"...Ah." Tang Xingbei stared at the bouncing scarecrow on the computer screen, without moving.

Fang Lin was about to stand up, but before he could turn around, someone grabbed his right wrist.

The temperature of the opponent's fingertips was almost burning.

Fang Lin was taken aback, and quickly turned around.

Under the blurred screen light, Tang Xingbei frowned and looked over, his expression could not be seen clearly, only the extremely bright light in his eyes could be seen.

Probably because he was too nervous, he made a big movement when he got up, and when he pressed down, the chair beside him slammed and almost fell to the ground.

Fang Lin didn't even have time to react, he pulled him over and pushed him hard, the two of them fell on the bed next to him.

Before the pain of her waist and legs hitting the edge of the bed reached her mind, the next second, her lips suddenly felt soft.

With a turbulent temperature with a little smell of blood, it is hot and heart-pounding.

Fang Lin was only stunned for a moment, and amidst the sudden rapid heartbeat, he became excited, raised his legs and turned over directly to push the person down.

The music from the anime was still playing, and the brilliant lights outside the city center came in through the window, making Tang Xingbei's eyes extraordinarily bright.

Panting, Fang Lin gritted his teeth and stared at him, staggered the fingers on his wrist, and quickly interlocked his fingers.

The skin between the fingers was scorchingly hot.

Neither of them spoke, only the rapid breathing of each other could be heard.

Fang Lin lowered his head slowly.

His eyes moved from far to near, and the tips of his noses rubbed against each other vaguely.

Tang Xingbei could almost hear his deep and fast heartbeat, mixed with his own... absurd and ambiguous.

Fang Lin looked at him silently, did not continue to look down, his eyes paused on the corners of his broken mouth, and after a while, he suppressed the impulse, and with the last sliver of reason, he asked in a hoarse voice: "... Have you figured it out?"

The breath carries the fragrance of red wine and after-dinner oranges.

Hearing his question, Tang Xingbei narrowed his eyes quickly, let go of his hand indifferently, and kicked him hard: "No, let me go."

Fang Lin stared at him, his eyes gradually filled with a dark light, he snapped his fingers, fastened them tightly one by one, and said coldly: "It's too late."

In the next second, he pressed the man's shoulder and kissed him directly without any explanation.

……

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, young and clean, doesn't even know how to express the most primitive excitement, just relying on instinct, he wants to leave his own mark on the other party without any rules.

But the feeling of being pressed was really uncomfortable, Tang Xingbei frowned and kicked him while being kissed, trying to turn over.

But Fang Lin seemed to think that he wanted to struggle, so he reached out his hand mercilessly from under his thin sweater, and scratched his back with cool fingers.

This sudden dull pain made Tang Xingbei suddenly excited. He was in a trance, and suddenly felt a restless movement somewhere, so startled that he quickly wanted to raise his legs to cover it.

But this action seemed to give Fang Lin an opportunity. His left leg was pressing on the man, and he directly buckled in, staggering and sticking to him.

Sensing the incredible heat somewhere, Tang Xingbei opened his eyes in shock, gritted his teeth, took a breath, and cursed in a low voice: "You are a fucking dog, Fang Lin!!!"

The author has something to say: I don’t understand... Why is it still locked after a kiss is so clear_(:з」∠)_

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