Prostitution

After the frost, the first snow came unexpectedly.

The hall of the wooden house is spacious, and the wind can always leak in from any corner.

The only bedroom was fairly tight, anyway, Wen Wuyu didn't feel the inexplicable cold wind blowing.

The world outside the house is the same color as snow, boundless.

One charcoal stove is definitely not enough for two people, and it is impossible to walk through the snow for a while.

After a lot of struggle, Wen Wuyu asked Yuan Cheng to come into the room and share the same bed.

The first night was uneventful.

The next day the man brought a new charcoal stove.When it was bedtime, Yuan Cheng consciously slept in a bed that did not belong to him.

Wen Wuyu blinked a few times, and without thinking too much, he put both charcoal stoves in the bedroom.

The charcoal fire was burning vigorously, and in the middle of the night, Wen Wuyu woke up from the heat.

There was a warm tide in the neck, and the chest and legs were sore from the pressure.

Wen Wuyu's body was hot and hot, and he felt unbearably uncomfortable. He never felt that Yuan Cheng's sleep was worse. Could it be that his brain has become a mess, and even his habits have changed?

Wen Wuyu thought about it randomly, and was about to push the person away, when suddenly his whole body froze.

What the hell is that thing that sticks to the side of the leg and still trembles from time to time?

A moment later, the heat all over his body exploded, and a thin layer of sweat immediately broke out.

Wen Wuyu threw off the quilt abruptly and sat up straight. Looking at it again, this guy was not disturbed at all, so he slept soundly.

Using both hands and feet, he threw the person two feet away.Not surprisingly, this person was like mud, and he didn't move at all.

Wen Wuyu didn't sleep well the night before, which caused him to look at Yuan Cheng with resentment and scrutiny the next day.

He was thinking, if a person becomes stupid, does he still understand desire?

So on the third night, with the lights on in the room, Wen Wuyu stayed up for a long time, leaning against the bedside and reading a book.

He suspected again that this person was just pretending to be stupid.Thoughts that have disappeared for a long time are like mushrooms after rain, and they are out of control.

He glanced at Yuan Cheng from time to time, watching his eyelids twitch, his breathing getting heavier, and it didn't take long for him to meet Duke Zhou.

Wen Wuyu wondered if he should ask Zhang Daxian if he gave him a dose of fake poison.

Just as he casually glanced at Yuan Cheng and was about to blow out the oil lamp, he suddenly saw two streaks of nosebleeds winding down on both sides of his face.

Wen Wuyu was startled, he pushed him violently to wake him up, and said sharply, "What's wrong with you!"

Yuan Cheng's eyes were hazy, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream, he sat up and murmured inarticulately, "What's wrong..."

"Nose, face!" Wen Wuyu glared at him angrily, and pointed with his finger.

Yuan Cheng wiped his face, his hands were stained red, and said dully, "Nosebleed..."

Wen Wuyu got out of bed and avoided, disgusted, "Lie down on the ground."

Say that and go out the door.

Yuan Cheng obediently crawled out of the bed, and really lay down on the floor, in a slightly awkward posture.

Wen Wuyu came in with a basin of cold water, and seeing his legs curled up to one side, but his upper body stretched straight, he couldn't help but secretly scolded him for something wrong.

I took a veil and put it in cold water, cleaned it up, and the bleeding had stopped.

Wen Wuyu put a cold handkerchief on his nose, seeing his awkwardness and being surprised, kicked him twice.

Yuan Cheng's legs were forced to straighten a little, but quickly curled up again.

Between stretching and shrinking, the slightly raised area under the lower abdomen can be seen at a glance.

Wen Wuyu was furious instantly, and shouted at his face with the handkerchief that had wiped the blood in his hand, "Sleep on the floor for me! You are not allowed to go to bed in the future!"

Yuan Cheng was suddenly hit by a veil, rubbed against his eyes, burst into tears involuntarily, rubbed his hands, and felt his eyes flushed.

Wen Wuyu carried the quilt from the hall into the dormitory. Seeing this scene, he was so angry that he threw the quilt on him, and said bitterly, "You still dare to cry, I didn't tell you to sleep on the snow!"

Yuan Cheng hummed, "I didn't cry..."

Wen Wuyu glared at him sideways, "You still dare to talk back?"

Yuan Cheng immediately fell silent, half-closed his eyes, very aggrieved.

Food and sex are also human nature, isn't it?

Wen Wuyu didn't pay attention to him anymore, and he got under the covers, secretly deciding to visit Zhang Daxian after the beginning of spring.