flying dog

Sun Wenqu's eyes hadn't adjusted to the light in the room yet, and the light from the floor lamp was behind them, reflecting a dark and swaying shadow.

It's inexplicably exciting.

Fang Chi's body was hot, if he didn't know it, he had a high fever at the moment, at least 40 degrees.

Sun Wenqu wanted to turn over, but Fang Chi was close to his back, pressing firmly, and even pressed his hand firmly on his shoulder, the palm of his hand was also hot.

Some long-lost feelings are spreading little by little.

Fang Chi didn't speak, and he could hear some heavy breathing in his ears.

Sun Wenqu couldn't see his appearance, but he could feel the hand that went from his waist to the front of his body, and the gnashing of teeth on the side of his neck and behind his shoulders.

When Fang Chi bit his shoulder, Sun Wenqu frowned, feeling a little hurt.

What a wild dog.

But this small pain quickly turned into a tease on the sensitive nerves.

Sun Wenqu's breathing was a little short following him, and he grabbed Fang Chi's waist with his hand back.

Fang Chi paused, grabbed his hand and lowered his head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Sun Wenqu's side profile is very beautiful, although the current light is not good, but he doesn't need to see clearly at all, every angle of Sun Wenqu, every inch of his lips and hands are in his mind.

He panted heavily in Sun Wenqu's shoulder socket, hugged his arms, rubbed and caressed them, trying to press their bodies closer together, tighter.

The film is not a textbook, Fang Chi felt dizzy when watching it, and now he doesn't even know what else he should do.

I just know that some feelings can no longer be tolerated.

He touched the pillow with his hand, probably all he could remember was where this thing was.

"Take... what?" Sun Wenqu asked in a low voice.

Fang Chi didn't speak.

Sun Wenqu's voice was a bit hoarse today, but now he was panting under his voice, which sounded unthinkably sexy.

Fang Chi's breathing was a little different from usual.

Sun Wenqu could hear it.

There was obvious undisguised desire in his rapid and heavy breathing, with an urgency that would almost stop thinking regardless of it.

Sun Wenqu likes this kind of feeling. Rusty movements are mixed with primitive desire, which can accurately hit every sensitive point in his body.

When Fang Chi put his arm around his waist and held his leg with his other hand, Sun Wenqu felt the cold slippery on his hand.

Before he could react, Fang Chi's fingers had already poked in.

"I...fuck..." Sun Wenqu raised his head abruptly, panting and shouting in a low voice.

"Huh?" Fang Chi paused, his voice a little unsteady.

"No," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, Fang Chi's breathing was chaotic, every inch of his skin was hot, making him feel a little dazed, "You're like this...it's better to just go in... "

"Oh." Fang Chi answered behind his ear, and his breathing, which was already chaotic, suddenly became chaotic and completely out of rhythm.

While Fang Chi rushed in so directly, Sun Wenqu tensed up and snorted hoarsely.

He felt that he really overestimated the IQ of an innocent little virgin when he opened the gate.

……

The room was quite quiet, and the air conditioner was humming, but in the corridor, I don't know who came upstairs, and the chaotic footsteps continued for several minutes before slowly dissipating.

"I'm going to take a shower," Sun Wenqu lay on his side with his eyes closed, "I'm sweating all over."

"For a while." Fang Chi hugged him from behind and did not let go.

"You've been doing this for half an hour." Sun Wenqu's voice was a little lazy.

"I haven't slowed down yet." Fang Chi said in a muffled voice, rubbing his lips lightly on his shoulder, and licking it with the tip of his tongue from time to time.

"Why are you slowing down?" Sun Wenqu touched his face with his hand back, "Why does it feel like I made you dizzy?"

Fang Chi poked the tip of his nose at the back of his neck and laughed a few times, but didn't speak.

The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and Mr. Huang, who had been sleeping in the living room, squeezed in through the crack of the door, and then jumped onto the bed, walking back and forth in circles beside the two of them.

"Don't make noise." Fang Chi pawed it with his foot.

"I want to take a shower." Sun Wenqu said.

"In a while." Fang Chi hugged him.

"If you don't let go, I'll hit someone again." Sun Wenqu turned to look at him.

Fang Chi smiled, leaned over and kissed him: "Shall I do the laundry together?"

"Wash it," Sun Wenqu pushed him away and sat up, touched the sheets again, his hands were slippery, "Did you squeeze a bottle of lubricant on me?"

"...No way," Fang Chi touched the bottle and looked at it, then threw the bottle aside in embarrassment, "I don't know how much to use... I'm afraid it will hurt you."

"Do you still care about my pain?" Sun Wenqu lazily got off the bed, rubbed President Huang's head, and walked out of the bedroom.

Fang Chi looked at his back, and stayed on the bed for a while before jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom.

"Hey," Fang Chi tried the water temperature of the water heater, and turned his head to look at Sun Wenqu who was standing against the wall, "Did I hurt you?"

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu said, "I'm surprised you didn't dismantle me."

"...If you feel uncomfortable, just... tell me," Fang Chi turned on the hot water and poured it on him, and he wanted to blush a little while talking, "Well, I have no experience, you told me, I I just... got it."

Sun Wenqu turned around and supported the wall.

Fang Chi poured water on his back, waited for a while to see that he was silent, leaned over and whispered: "Why are you silent, what are you laughing at!"

"I can't laugh anymore?" Sun Wenqu smiled and turned to look at him.

"I told you very seriously," Fang Chi stared at him, "Then if you don't tell me about this, I'll make you uncomfortable..."

"If you make me uncomfortable, you can replace me," Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, "I'm sure I can make you very comfortable."

"I..." Fang Chi opened his mouth and didn't say anything, he reached out and rubbed his back.

"Why," Sun asked Qu, "you don't want to?"

"No," Fang Chi posted and rubbed against his back, "You can do whatever you want, I'm talking about my part now."

Fang Chi's serious tone made Sun Wenqu smile at the wall again: "We will discuss this kind of academic issue slowly later."

"... Oh." Fang Chi responded.

"Hey," Sun Wenqu lowered his head and let him flush the water for a while, then clicked his tongue again, "You're okay, I thought you'd have to leave in five minutes."

Fang Chi didn't speak, and it took a long time before he said: "I'm not stupid, I masturbated myself once before you came back."

"Oh my son," Sun Wenqu turned around and laughed, "You're quite thoughtful."

Fang Chi looked at him, thinking about it and being happy again: "I just remembered this."

After taking a shower, Fang Chi felt a little tired, and when he was thinking about going to bed, Sun Wenqu, the playboy and eldest son, threw himself on the sofa, expressing that he was hungry and wanted to eat.

"What do you want to eat? Now there are only noodles and chocolate." Fang Chi asked.

"Noodles," Sun Wenqu took out a hair dryer from the drawer, "Sausage and egg noodles."

"...In the middle of the night, you are really not afraid of getting fat." Fang Chi sighed, turned and went into the kitchen.

"You don't have to worry about getting tired," Sun Wenqu began to dry his hair, and after a while, he threw the hair dryer aside, "I'll buy a hair dryer tomorrow, I can't take this crap anymore, it's hotter than farting, right?" .”

Fang Chi was not hungry at first, but felt that he had exhausted a lot of energy today and wanted to sleep, but when he smelled the aroma while cooking the noodles...he immediately felt so hungry that he could swallow Sun Wenqu.

So he boiled a big pot directly, brought it out and put it on the table.

"Are you going out to send warmth?" Sun Wenqu raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the pot of noodles.

"You eat your bowl," Fang Chi filled out the noodles for him, "I can finish the rest."

"Young people are awesome." Sun Wenqu sat on a chair and looked at him.

After eating the noodles and tidying up the bed, he helped Sun Wenqu dry his hair. It was already one o'clock when he lay on the bed. Fang Chi put his arms around Sun Wenqu, stretched out a tired but contented voice. tone.

"I'll go to Uncle Liangzi's place tomorrow," Sun Wenqu stroked his arm, "If you're bored at home, go together."

"Will you stay for a day?" Fang Chi asked.

"Just in the morning, the technician can finish the drawing. After two days, I will be busy. I need to make soil and so on," Sun Wenqu said.

"Well," Fang Chi smiled, "I should go to the club in two days."

This night Fang Chi slept very soundly, he felt that he had been sleeping all the time, and his sleep was so satisfying and wonderful.

When I woke up in the morning and looked at Sun Wenqu's face, the good mood of sleeping too happily rose to the peak.

He originally thought that he would have to dream at least a few times that night, to replay it, to re-experience the feeling of last night in his dream... the feeling that cannot be described in words or even recalled clearly.

But unexpectedly, he fell asleep and woke up.

He didn't move or get up, just lying on his side staring at Sun Wenqu's face.

Until now, when he looked at Sun Wenqu again, the excitement and desire he experienced last night gradually became clear again, slowly rubbing against his body like tiny fluff.

Comfortable and... exciting.

He leaned over gently, kissed Sun Wenqu's face, neck, chest, and slowly moved his hand down his belly.

"Two options." Sun Wenqu suddenly spoke in a nasal voice that was not yet fully awake.

"Huh?" Fang Chi was taken aback, and was caught on the spot playing hooliganism.

"Or you can get up," Sun Wenqu opened his eyes, raised his hand and flicked his nose, "or you can lie down."

Fang Chi scratched his head and smiled: "Are you serious?"

"Fake," Sun Wenqu yawned, "I haven't had enough sleep early in the morning, how can I have energy for you."

Fang Chi made him say this for a long time without knowing how to answer it, so he could only continue to look at him.

"You want to be in such a good mood," Sun Wenqu put his hands around the back of his head and pressed his body lightly, and said with a smile, "How about you..."

"Yeah." Fang Chi lifted the quilt off him, grabbed his underwear and pulled it down.

"Hey, hey," Sun Wenqu bent his legs, "I'm kidding you, are you really here?"

Fang Chi stopped, supported the bed and looked at him: "You tease me about this too, let me tell you, as long as you tease me about this, I will definitely take it seriously."

"You're more than a leek spirit!" Sun Wenqu sighed, sat up, yawned and put on his clothes, "You've been chasing people all over the room with a gun."

"The king of guns." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu held back a smile and looked back at him.

Fang Chi couldn't hold back his joy, and sat on the bed laughing for a long time.

After breakfast, Fang Chi and Sun Wenqu went downstairs together.

"Shall I drive?" Fang Chi held the key.

"Huh?" Sun asked, looking at him.

"I'm driving, you should rest," Fang Chi rubbed his nose, "I always feel that I hurt you yesterday, you should rest, I can drive."

"Then you drive." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Ma Liang's studio is in the suburbs, but it is in two directions from Fang Chi, so it is quite far away. Fang Chi has been calculating the distance all the way, and it is estimated that it will take more than an hour to drive.

Sun Wenqu said before that he could run at both ends, but Fang Chi was a little bit reluctant to drive for more than an hour after a tiring day?

"Half way?" Fang Chi looked at the navigation on the car.

"More than half," Sun Wenqu said. Just as he was about to reach out to turn on the music, his phone rang. He took out the phone and glanced at it. "Your Uncle Liangzi misses me."

Fang Chi smiled.

Sun Wenqu answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Ask him?" Hu Yuanyuan's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Why did you call me?" Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Hey, are you here?" Hu Yuanyuan's voice was very low, sounding a little anxious.

"On the way, what's the matter?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Let me tell you, why don't you come here today," Hu Yuanyuan said quickly, "Your old man is here and has been sitting here for half an hour. I don't think he has any intention of leaving!"

"My father?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, where is Ma Liang's father?

How did dad go to Ma Liang's place?He sat up straight: "How did he get there? He doesn't know the place."

Fang Chi stepped on the gas pedal loosely, Sun asked him his father?

"He doesn't know, Li Bowen knows," Hu Yuanyuan's voice was full of displeasure, "He came here with the old man! You idiot!"

Sun Wenqu frowned and fell silent.

"Liangzi is still chatting with me," Hu Yuanyuan lowered her voice again, "Just now, the old man walked around, and he probably didn't notice that you were making things here, so you can come here after he leaves."

"No," Sun Wenqu pinched the center of his brows, "Can I not go every day, if he didn't hear something, he wouldn't be able to come."

"Then... okay," Hu Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment, "You can control it a little bit at that moment."

Sun Wenqu hung up the phone and stared out the window.

"What happened?" Fang Chi glanced at him nervously.

"My father is at Liangzi's place." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh," Fang Chi was stunned, "Then he is...then I..."

Sun Wenqu didn't make a sound, and Fang Chi didn't know what to say.

Sun Wenqu didn't have a good relationship with his father, he knew that, but he didn't know how bad it was and what the situation was, so he could only keep silent.

My heart is full of anxiety.

It was probably Ma Liang or Ma Liang's wife over there, who was probably trying to persuade Sun Wenqu not to go there today.

But Sun Wenqu still wanted to go there.

What about yourself?

Do you want to follow me?

Will it affect Sun Wenqu?

If his father asked, would Sun Wen make it difficult for him?

But Sun Wenqu didn't let him go back.

Did he just ignore him, or did he just want to follow him?

Fang Chi felt that his palms began to sweat suddenly, and he was holding the steering wheel, feeling as nervous as checking scores, and he was not at ease.

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu finally looked away from the window, put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly, then tickled his face with his fingers, "You go together."

"Oh," Fang Chi quickly rubbed his face against his hand, "Then what should I say?"

"Say what?" Sun asked Qu and glanced at him.

"Just...your dad," Fang Chi swallowed with difficulty, "What if he asks me who I am, or what I say..."

"You can say whatever you want," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "whatever you want to say, if you don't want to say anything, then don't say anything, it's okay."

Fang Chi didn't speak, just stared ahead.

Ma Liang's studio is very beautiful, the decoration is very modern, it looks like a place for art.

But Fang Chi was not in the mood to appreciate it. When he parked the car, he saw a black suv parked outside the yard of the studio.

This must be Sun Wenqu's father's car, Fang Chi was so nervous that he didn't even bother to see what kind of car it was, and got out of the car with a blurry vision.

Sun Wenqu also got out of the car, patted his waist twice, walked in front of him, and entered the yard.

In the courtyard, the "combination of postmodern and traditional" and "interdependence of classic and fashion" that Ma Liang usually only uses to pretend to be aggressive are placed on the tea table that also "combined postmodern and traditional". "The tea set of "classic and fashionable".

There are three people sitting at the table.

Dad, Ma Liang, and Li Bowen.

Hearing his footsteps coming in, Li Bowen was the first to turn his head. When he saw that it was him, a surprised expression appeared on his face, which quickly turned into a bright smile.

"Ask him! It's really you! I didn't expect you to come here!" He stood up, walked up to meet him quickly, then turned around and said to his father who was still sitting, "Uncle Sun, look , I really asked him."

Sun Wenqu raised his arm to avoid Li Bowen's hand that was about to pat him on the shoulder, and walked straight to his father: "Dad, why are you here?"

Dad put down the cup in his hand, turned his head and glanced at him: "Are you surprised?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu said.

"Do you think I hid well?" Dad sneered.

"No, I didn't hide either." Sun Wenqu also smiled.

Dad stared at him for a while, then turned his face behind him: "Who is this?"