ABO

When Fu Sili arrived home, it was already early in the morning, and it was quiet inside and outside Fu's house, only the sound of the second hand of the wall clock moving continuously.

As before, he took off his coat at the entrance, and a servant on duty came out of the small room, poured him a glass of warm water, and took soft-soled slippers to change for him.

He just sat quietly on the sofa, and after taking a few sips of water, he didn't get up in a hurry, but turned the bottom of the glass along the palm of his hand a few times in an interesting way, without any expression on his face.

When he was silent, there was always a sense of oppression that could not be ignored, which made the servants on the side afraid to vent their anger, and woke up a little from sleepiness.

Usually, when Fu Sili came back at this time, he went upstairs impatiently, but today he didn't know why, so he didn't move.

The servant couldn't help sneaking a peek at his face, wondering if Boss Fu had come back from being angry outside, but when he looked closely, his brows and eyes were stretched again, and his spirit was also very good, obviously it was not a conjecture like that.

The servant couldn't help but stare at his face for a long time, and then came to his senses, the man was turning his head and looking at her quietly, his eyes were dark, without much emotion.

"Fu..." As soon as she uttered a syllable, she was interrupted by Fu Sili's silent gesture with his index finger raised against his thin lips.

She quickly shut her mouth and stood obediently by the side, her eyes were orderly, and she didn't dare to speculate about the master's mind in her mind.

Fu Sili sat for another quarter of an hour. After finishing the cup of warm water, he slowly got up and went upstairs. His steps were very light, and he made an extremely subtle rustling sound when he stepped on the thick carpet.

It wasn't until he approached the bedroom door that he remembered that he was still holding an empty glass in his hand.

Just as he was about to turn around and go to the study, the door suddenly opened. Bai Gu was wearing plain pajamas, looking at him with clear eyes, "Why don't you come in?"

"Are you awake?" Fu Sili smiled slightly, he stretched out his hand and lightly pushed Baiou's shoulder, "Go to the room, the temperature is low at night."

"I didn't sleep." White Gull said.

He avoided letting Fu Sili in, then gently closed the door, and walked over, with the collar of his pajamas slightly open, revealing his white and deep collarbone.

As soon as Fu Sili put the glass in his hand firmly on the table, there was a fragrant and soft person in his arms.

"I've been tired all day, let's take a shower..." White Gull pressed against his chest softly, reaching out to unbutton his shirt.

It wasn't until he got to the third one that Fu Sili held his cool and slender fingers.

"Why don't you sleep?" He looked down at him.

"I can't sleep," the man leaned his head against his chest, and said softly, "It's going to rain these days, and my heart feels uncomfortable."

As soon as he heard that he had a heart problem, Fu Sili raised his arms and hugged him deeply.

"I'll stay home with you." He whispered.

White Gull's eyes flickered, he was so close, he could already smell the scent of freesia left on his body, although it was faint, he swore to possess it calmly.

"Si Li," he called him softly, looking up into his dark eyes, "kiss me."

Having been in love for so many years, he rarely took the initiative to ask for sex. It was always Fu Sili who pestered him for it, or respected him and restrained himself.

His sudden action at this time made Fu Sili slightly stunned, and he didn't react for a while, but his lips were already covered with a soft and moist|moist touch.

White Gull stood on tiptoe and actively kissed his lips, and slid the tip of her tongue into the gap between his slightly parted lips because of surprise, gently lick||licking the|inner|wall of his mouth.

Fu Sili's pupils were shaking violently, and he stood stiffly for a long time before responding to his kiss, and he fixed the back of his head anticlimactically, and kissed deeply.

Breathing staggered, the breath gradually becomes chaotic, and the undulating arc of the white gull's chest is getting bigger and bigger.

He even had a heart ache like lack of oxygen, but he still stubbornly entangled with Fu Sili, and rolled around his neck on the bed.

Although his bergamot smell was very weak, it vaguely overwhelmed the freesia smell on Fu Sili's lapel in the rubbing of his ears and temples.

The man's kiss fell on the side of his neck like a storm, lifted the hem of his pajamas, and pushed his knee into his crotch mercilessly, trying to separate his two legs.

White Gull opened his legs very cooperatively, but he pulled it with his hands unsatisfied, separated his left leg with the bend of his arm, and pressed it heavily against the pillow.

The pain of the ligament being torn made him unable to restrain himself from screaming softly, "Si Li?..."

He reached out and pushed his chest, "Si Li, it hurts so much..."

Fu Sili pressed his hand, the palm covered the back of his hand, a dark fire burned in his eyes with thick lashes, but this fire seemed to go straight across him on the bed and burn to another place.

Even through the thin fabric, White Gull can feel his scorching|hot body temperature and strong heartbeat.

In the end, Fu Sili calmed down slowly, without any further movement, he just took him gently in his arms, kissed his temples, "You should rest earlier."

The two hugged each other in silence for a while, before Fu Sili turned over and got out of bed and went to the bathroom, leaving Bai Gu curled up in the futon in disheveled clothes to breathe calmly.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head, and it took a long time for the corners of his lips to smile, his eyes were deep and cold.

"It's really interesting..."

……

When Lin Ai woke up, the sky outside the window was dark and raining, and the wind came in through the window, making his skin exposed outside the quilt cold.

I found my phone under the pillow, and it was already 07:30 in the morning.

He fell asleep in the fitting room of AECC last night. It was Fu Sili who sent him home, and he didn't know how he got out of the exhibition hall.

He only remembered that when he got to the door of the house, the man shook him awake and asked in a low voice what the code for the door lock was.

"My birthday..." Lin Ai said, looking at him sleepily.

But Fu Sili stared at him blankly. After a while, Lin Ai realized what he had just said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he was a little shy, "0506..."

After a few beeps, the door popped open, and Fu Sili carried him in with a steady pace, walked around the dining table, and threw him directly on the sofa.

When he turned to leave, Lin Ai stopped him, "Fu Sili..."

Under Fu Sili's scrutinizing gaze, he smiled at him with the corners of his mouth lifted, his black pupils shining brightly under the warm light, "I'm hungry...shall we have a meal together?..."

Fearing that the stern-faced man would refuse, he added, "Just take it as me thanking you tonight..."

So when it was close to twelve o'clock at night, Lin Ai went to the kitchen with his weak body to make dinner, while Fu Sili sat on the sofa, casually flipping through the two books he put on the coffee table.

There weren't many things in the refrigerator, so he simply fried two small pieces of steak, mixed a vegetable sofa, and considering Fu Sili's appetite, he cooked another pot of creamy mushroom soup. Looks extra hungry late at night.

When all the beautiful plates with food were brought to the table, Fu Sili was still looking at the book in his hand with a serious expression, frowning slightly, as if he was absorbed in it.

Lin Ai didn't bother him, went to the cabinet and looked through, and found that the wine at home had already been drunk, so he cut two slices of lemon, soaked a pot of honey water and put it in front of the dining table. In the transparent glass pot, bright yellow lemon slices floated Ups and downs, fragrance overflowing.

"Do you like this book?" Lin Ai asked him aloud, and poured a glass of honey water for him on the seat with light movements.

"It's a criminal investigation book. When I was translating, many technical terms stumped me...I looked through dictionaries in the library for several months..." He babbled, holding the shiny silver paper in his hand. Knives and forks lay beside the plate.

"You translated?" Fu Sili then turned his gaze to him, raised his brows slightly, obviously slightly surprised in his expression.

"Didn't you see my pseudonym written on the cover?"

Fu Sili looked at the cover, and there was a small block letter printed in the lower corner of the title, the translation of "Langou".

"This is the pseudonym my tutor gave me," Lin Ai recalled when he was in school, his brows and eyes softened, and the corners of his lips slightly raised. The reader's heart..."

"I've read this book." Fu Sili said suddenly, his quiet and dark eyes lingered on Lin Ai for a moment.

The man's long black and soft hair was randomly tied behind his head, he was wearing a smoky gray pajamas, and a blue and white plaid apron was tied around his waist, and he was busy setting the tableware at the dining table.

After hearing Fu Sili's words, he turned his head to look at him, his pretty face was covered by the steaming heat of the food, and there was a hazy beauty of looking at flowers through the fog.

"Really?" He smiled with his eyes bent, his teeth were white, his lips were rosy, and he looked very happy.

It's just that this kind of happiness lasted less than three seconds, and Fu Sili's words made him lose his face in an instant, and the man said in a lukewarm tone, "I'm just reading the original English novel."

"Oh..." Lin Ai dragged out the ending in displeasure, "Come and eat—"

The black pepper veal steak is just right, and the mushroom soup is thick and fragrant.

Lin Ai's beautiful white and tender fingers gently stirred the soup noodles with the white porcelain spoon, and pushed the bowl to Fu Sili after it cooled down slightly.

"Try it, I put corn kernels..." He wrinkled his nose and said in a cute tone.

Fu Sili tasted it with a spoon in silence. It was salty and delicious, and it really suited his always picky taste buds. Even the temperature of the mouth was so suitable.

Seeing that he didn't seem to dislike the smell, Lin Ai relaxed his holding posture a little, and casually chatted with him about the contents of the criminal investigation book.

When talking about the characters he likes in it, his eyes sparkled, his eyebrows danced, and he said several interjections. At the end, he asked Fu Sili, "Don't you like him? He is so brilliant in the book!  … ..."

The man replied flatly, "I don't like it now."

whispering sound.Lin Ai couldn't help but pursed his mouth, he always deliberately sang against himself, he wasn't cute at all.

After the meal was finished slowly, it was past midnight, Lin Ai couldn't help but raised his hands to cover his face and yawned a few times, looking at Fu Sili who was taking off the suit jacket from the back of the chair with tears in his eyes.

After a long time, he asked him in a very low voice, "...otherwise you will sleep here tonight?..."

Fu Sili paused when he put on his clothes, but he still fastened all the buttons of his suit with a calm expression, and he also hid the trace of warmth that he had finally worn out during the dinner just now.

This is undoubtedly an act of refusal.

Lin Ai's ears turned red, he couldn't lift his head up in shame, but he found the steps for himself with his lips whispering, "Forget it...my bed is too small..."

"Aren't you going to see me off?" Fu Sili interrupted his chatter.

Lin Ai almost thought he heard it wrong, he raised his head in astonishment, but met a pair of extremely deep eyes, Fu Sili stared at him, but his eyes were not the same as before, as if melting a glacier, or as if It melted the snow.

He stared at these eyes, stood up as if bewitched, and followed him to send him out the door.

Before closing the door, the man suddenly raised his arm, brushed his plump and rosy lips lightly with his fingertips, but left without saying anything.

Lin Ai was left standing there in a daze for a long time, and when he came to his senses, he quickly ran to the mirror to look at his own face, his lips were still bright red.

Lin Ai's expression became confused.

Did the soup stick to his lips when he ate just now?

...he couldn't remember.