You're a cannon fodder

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Fang Zexi was caught off guard and pulled into Xia Yang's arms, his body froze and his breathing stopped, and even his heartbeat became a little chaotic.

He silently held his breath and adjusted, feeling a little confused, it shouldn't be, after listening to Xia Yang's description of his family, it should be father, son, filial, brother, friend, respectful, he doesn't lack love to such an extent, right?

Accompany him on his birthday, send him a blessing, is there such a thing to be happy about?

Xia Yang hugged her for a while and let go, looking at Fang Zexi with complicated and incomprehensible eyes.

Fang Zexi unconsciously raised his hand to touch his face.

Xia Yang looked away, exited YY and turned off the computer with a blank expression, then stood up and left the study, turned his back to Fang Zexi and said, "Go to sleep."

Fang Zexi raised his hand to press his chest, and replied, "Yes."

He always felt that something was wrong. Before twelve o'clock, they were still joking unscrupulously. After twelve o'clock, it seemed that the magic had failed. Xia Yang's whole body became cold, his face was deep, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed. , the deep facial features became sharp again, exuding a biting edge.

The first moment is the aggressive Jan, and the next moment is the calm and introverted Mr. Xia.

Is it a split personality?

Fang Zexi followed behind Xia Yang with a black face, watched him come out of the study and went up the stairs and went straight back to the room, and asked cautiously, "Sleep together?"

Xia Yang paused, then said, "I sleep next door."

That's right, the first two times were out of necessity, there's no reason for two people to squeeze together in front of so many empty rooms today, and it's not an intimate-lovers.

Fang Zexi continued to have black lines on his face.

But Mao would feel lost!why!

Fang Zexi went into the bathroom with a tangled heart, Xia Yang watched the tall and thin figure disappear behind the frosted glass, and turned back to the room to take a shower.

The icy water poured down from head to toe, making him shiver from the cold.

He reacted to Fang Zexi not once or twice.

But before, it was all because of pure desire, but this time, just looking at that face gave rise to the urge to hug.

I want to see him smile, I want to see him laugh because of myself, I want to see all his expressions except smiling.

I don't want to make him sad, I don't want him to be sad because of Ning Le.

How is this going?

Things that I had never thought about before, now filled Xia Yang's mind everywhere, and Fang Zexi took up all the corners, unable to expel them.

I feel good when I am with him, and I always want to laugh even when I am ridiculed or ridiculed.

When I can't see him, I feel very boring, and I can't even get interested in singing and doing nothing interesting.

Do you like this feeling?

How can it be?

Fang Zexi didn't fit his aesthetics, and didn't fit his personality.

He has always only liked thin, small, beautiful boys with smooth, tender, fair skin

Clean, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, green and astringent, well-behaved, cute, and obedient.

Fang Zexi is really too ordinary, with big eyes but not bright enough, long nose bridge but not tall enough, mouth... the mouth is the best... the eyelashes are also beautiful...

As for the figure, it is so good that there is nothing to say, let alone the muscles, just the thin waist and straight buttocks...

Oh no, stop it!

If Zhuzhuer knew what he was thinking, he would definitely give him a punch and stay away from him!

Xia Yang felt a little apprehensive, he didn't want Fang Zexi to ignore him at all.

He could feel that the bamboo sticks were gentle and gentle, but there was arrogance in his bones, and it was impossible to lie down willingly and let others go to him.

But what if the bamboo stick falls in love with that person?

Xia Yang raised his head and looked at the ceiling, spit on himself speechlessly, he is no longer a teenager, what are he thinking about?

However, when he thought of this possibility, his whole heart seemed to be so full that it could no longer hold the excess blood, and he was clamoring and restless.

Will Zhuzhuer like him?

Or do you always treat him as a rival in love?

He wants a response.

He hoped that the bamboo stick would like him.

He wanted to press the bamboo stick down and listen to him panting and moaning.

Wait a moment!I like your sister!

Didn't he just break up in love?How could it be possible to move on so quickly?What about ethics?What about the lower limit?

It must be because I learned that Ning Le and Xie's family were together, I was hit too hard to become like this.

But... this feeling is not right...

Sure enough, he shouldn't have left Nighttime under the pressure of the bamboo stick's cold gaze. It feels like it's been more than a month since the last time, and now he's so hungry that he doesn't even let his love rival go.

Rival in love, why is it a rival in love again? !

Xia Yang thumped the wall hard, turned off the faucet, wrapped in a towel and opened the bathroom door.

hallucinations? !

Why did Fang Zexi stand naked in his room with only a towel wrapped around his waist?

Wheat-colored skin and toned chest, sexy abs and tight calves.

Her hair was slightly wet after taking a bath, and the undried water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair, slowly rolling over her neck and chest.

Xia Yang only felt a surge of energy and blood. He stared at Fang Zexi so hard that he couldn't move his eyes. His head played back the lower body he had seen at the online gathering a month ago and the back when he just swam. Stripped down.

"Xia Yang?" Fang Zexi was uncomfortably stared at, waved his hand in front of Xia Yang, coughed, and said, "Then what, today is an unplanned trip, I didn't bring underwear, you have new ones Is it?"

Xia Yang came back to his senses, and looked for clothes in the closet with a cold face.

Opening the drawer of the underwear, I saw at a glance the plain panty that didn't even have a brand name in the corner.

Fang Zexi gave him the briefs.

Xia Yang felt that his brain was running out of oxygen.

The body is hot, and all the blood is concentrated in the lower abdomen.

He swallowed unconsciously, and casually took an unopened box and threw it to Fang Zexi.

He didn't say a word, Fang Zexi always felt a little awkward, but he didn't know where he stepped on him to make him like this, so he took the box, said thank you, and walked out.

"Fang Zeyan."

Xia Yang's voice was a little hoarse, Fang Zexi paused and turned his head.

"Good night."

"Well, good night." Fang Zexi smiled, with a gentle arc on the corner of his mouth, "By the way, you'd better drink some herbal tea before going to bed. If you don't have any, a little boiled water is fine."

Can't this be solved by drinking herbal tea or boiling water!This is not someone who can sing and be dumb at the beginning of the song, dear!

Fang Zexi closed the door and went out, Xia Yang was lying on the bed.

He can't sleep.

He almost asked Fang Zexi to sleep with him just now.

But what about sleeping together?

Is it because the whole body is tense, tossing and turning, I can see and feel it, but I can’t eat it, I’m dissatisfied with my desires, I’m insomnia all night, I’m going to a reception tomorrow with dark circles under my eyes?

Or did Fang Zexi be tied up and raped and beaten up the next day and completely blacklisted from then on?

It's so confusing!

The stimulation just now was too great, Xia Yang tossed and turned and couldn't calm down, and there was something so hard and hot that he still refused to settle down.

He also wanted to learn to recite the multiplication table, but the more he recited, the clearer Fang Zeana was in his mind.

He got up restlessly, opened the bedroom door, and stood in the hallway for a while.

What is he going to do?

Knock on Fang Zexi's door and ask: Are you interested in having a show, dear?

It is estimated that it will be punched into the wall and cannot be peeled off, right?

Xia Yang closed the door again, opened the wardrobe and pulled out the drawer.

Black panties lay in the corner.

Fang Ze analyzed it.

Although he didn't wear it, it was the same style as the one he was wearing.

Xia Yang stared at the underwear for a while, then sighed in frustration, closed the drawer heavily and went back to the bed.

Don't be a pervert!

But his mind was full of Fang Zexi, and he couldn't stop for a moment.

Xia Yang cursed in a low voice, and stretched out his hand resignedly.

Bamboo sticks...

Fang Ze analyzed...

He was panting heavily, and his mind was full of images of Fang Zexi posing in various poses and letting him do whatever he wanted.

What is Gongjun, what is No. 1, the future is long, and one day...

You wait!

The author has something to say: ╮(罒w罒)╭Let’s roll~ chicken big~

In fact, my writing style is quite gentle, ahem, I’m not saying that the writing is good or bad, it’s just that I can’t write some very hot things... I don’t know why I always want to write pictures of self-blasphemy (" ▔▔▔)/ Nima, this is not a ROU article! Stop it!