Xiaobing Fang Heng

Jizhu Karma looked at Fang Heng deeply, thinking for the first time whether to drive this kid away, and while Yang Yi can still find his place, it's okay to separate the two of them far away. I'm worried.

No matter whether you guessed wrong or guessed right, I would rather kill the wrong than let it go, and kill the sprouts before they come up.

"Company commander..." Fang Heng scratched his thumb and said in a low voice, "I can understand why the platoon leader trains us like this. After all, it is for our own good. Sometimes it may bring some emotions, but believe me, I will can be adjusted."

Jizhu Karma nodded, expressing his understanding.

Fang Heng looked up at Jizhu Karma, was silent for two seconds, and continued, "I like Qilian very much, and I really want to stay, so... I will definitely quit smoking, absolutely."

"Okay, as long as you have this determination, go back."

Seeing the company commander let go, Fang Heng nodded again and again, smiled in relief, got up and put the stool back, and walked out of the room with the corner of his mouth hooked.

Jizhu Karma watched Fang Heng leave, and rubbed his fingertips on his lips, thoughtfully.

Fang Heng went out, and when he passed by the platoon leader's dormitory, he glanced out of the corner of his eye. Yang Yi sat on the bed and looked up. Fang Heng's footsteps were locked by the sight, and he was dragged back after walking past. Standing at the door and looking at Yang Yi, I didn't know what to say for a while.

Just like what he said to the company commander, he can indeed understand the reason why Yang Yi did this rationally, but after all, he is the one who suffers. Once the anger gets on his head, the emotions will naturally rise. I didn't think about it too much.

It is false to say that he does not blame Yang Yi, but it is not true to say that he really hates Yang Yi. In fact, Yang Yi has treated him very well after training, and maybe because of that relationship, he is always a little Being different, Fang Heng calmed down and thought about it, and probably understood why he just couldn't listen to Yang Yi's lesson obediently.

In the end, it was because Yang Yi treated him differently, and he also felt that Yang Yi was close to him. As long as he didn't break the sky, Yang Yi would not really drive him away, so there was always a bit of pampering. arrogant unconscious behavior.

Yang Yi looked at Fang Heng, sighed for a while, and said without much energy, "Go take a shower."

Fang Heng nodded, turned and walked away.

The two met again in a peaceful mood, but Yang Yi faintly felt the gap between them, or in other words, as long as Fang Heng is still his soldier one day, Fang Heng will never dig out his heart for himself.

Actually... that's pretty good too, isn't it?

Just like this, making the relationship between the two people farther and farther away, and snuffing out those unbelievable thoughts of one's own, it will not do any harm to the two of them.

Unfortunately, he underestimated how heartless Fang Heng was.

This kind of person can simply pursue enjoyment without talking about love, but at the same time, as long as you don't do something that makes him completely disapprove, then you will forget it in a blink of an eye.

Yang Yi sighed, while Fang Heng took a cold shower, calculated the time, and ran to Yang Yi's bedroom as soon as he packed himself up.

To be honest, Yang Yi was really stunned at that moment.

As soon as Fang Heng entered the room, he closed the door, and leaned against the door to look at him with the corner of his mouth curled up, his eyes sparkling with a bit of color.

Yang Yi heaved a sigh of relief, he really felt that he had overcomplicated things.

"Platoon leader..." Fang Heng smiled and shouted at someone, and rubbed over sticky, "I just took a shower."

"Hmm..." Yang Yi smelled the refreshing smell on Fang Heng's body, and glanced at the seat of the wardrobe. If he hadn't suffered from schizophrenia, it seemed that something happened here not long ago that made the two turn against each other. This kid... I really don't have a long memory.

Fang Heng squatted on the ground, looked up at the person, followed his gaze, his face changed slightly, and as soon as he turned his head, he stretched out his finger to poke Yang Yi's leg, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Yang Yi was stunned by the sorry, and always felt that no one was sorry for anyone else this time, and he had a stand if he died, and he hadn't reached the point of apologizing.

Fang Heng waited for a while, seeing Yang Yi staring blankly at him, so he bit his lower lip and poked his leg again, "Um... are you free today?"

The corner of Yang Yi's mouth twitched, the emotional sentence of sorry was to pave the way for the next sentence, Yang Yi was a little bit dumbfounded, but squatting on the ground and looking up at his child, in that staring gaze, Yang Yi only felt that the fire in his heart had returned. Burned up, so he nodded his head, moved his body and sat back a little, pulled Fang Heng up, and hugged him from behind.

Fang Heng moved uncomfortably, but was held down by the hands around his waist, and could only feel the heat from his back helplessly.

"Why do you apologize?" Yang Yi asked, gently hugged Fang Heng in his arms, sniffed the moisture on his neck, and rubbed against him.

It was too intimate, Fang Heng was a little dazed, and muttered, "I just apologize."

"why?"

"Can we not talk about this?"

"After running so many laps, do you still have the energy?"

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows and turned his head, "We haven't reached 10 kilometers yet, what's the lack of energy?"

Yang Yi pursed his lips and smiled when he saw this little figure, "That's amazing, weren't you very angry with me before?"

"It's okay." Fang Heng turned his head and explained in a low voice, "I was choked before, and I was fighting with myself, and I was exhausted, but it's actually... pretty stupid."

"Hmm." Yang Yi lowered his head and rubbed his cheeks on his neck, muttered something in a low voice, drawing out a vague line in a hoarse voice.

"What?" Fang Heng was about to turn around to look at him again, but was hugged by Yang Yi vigorously, unable to struggle, with a dull pain, Fang Heng said unhappily, "What are you doing?"

"Do you think there's something good about you?" Yang Yi increased his volume and repeated.

Inexplicably, Fang Heng really didn't know what kind of medicine Yang Yi had taken. The arms around his waist continued to increase in strength, and he couldn't even breathe. Fang Heng gritted his teeth and began to struggle vigorously, but this time he broke free easily.

Fang Heng rubbed his arms and turned his head to curse, but Yang Yi put his arms around his neck, clasped his chin with one hand, and kissed him hard.

"Woooo..."

The tongue stuck out, thick and powerful, stirring and plundering in the mouth, Fang Heng pushed the tongue out repellingly, but it was entangled, the feeling of nausea came up, and he almost bit hard.

"Hmm..." Yang Yi pulled away from himself, pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were full of confusion, he looked at Fang Heng who was looking unhappy, and muttered again, "Tell me, what's good about you?"

"Is there something wrong?" Fang Heng wiped his mouth fiercely, gasped, his eyes were wide open, a sentence circled around his mouth, and he finally pinched it back, and said in a nasty voice, "Are you making trouble?" What?"

"No..." Yang Yi's confused eyes gradually cleared up, he licked the body fluid on his lips, and the corners of his mouth curled up, pears swirled out, "It's too hot, do you want to take off your clothes?"

Fang Heng smashed his eyes and thought for a while, wanted to nod, but felt weird, finally shook his head and said, "What if someone comes in?"

"Wait a minute." Having said that, Yang Yi got up to look at the door lock, his eyes were dark before turning around, and after turning around, he smiled at Fang Heng, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's hard for me to get excited without kissing." .”

"It's okay, just move around." Fang Heng put on an experienced look, and reached out to pull Yang Yi's belt, but his hand was held down.

"No hurry." Yang Yi said as he sat back and hugged Fang Heng from behind again, "I'll help you first."

"Eh?" Fang Heng frowned, never done unilaterally, this kind of thing is equal and reciprocal, Yang Yi always made him feel uncomfortable today, or from the first time, Fang Heng confirmed that he and Yang Yi There is something more in the middle of the next day than Hou Jue.

"It's okay, take your time." Yang Yi added, slowly pulling on his belt, unbuttoning it, and pulling down the chain of his trousers, he slipped in smoothly and naturally, touching with appropriate weight.

"Platoon leader..." Fang Heng frowned, couldn't see the face, but was hugged from behind, such an intimate posture, "I feel very uncomfortable like this."

"I will get used to it soon." Yang Yi said in a hoarse voice, his palm moved slowly, and the other hand got into his clothes, stroking the skin that he had always wanted to savor carefully, the callus on his palm blocked the more subtle Feel, but feel the smoothness and tightness of the skin just right, just like the beauty in the imagination, it is difficult to separate when it is absorbed by the fingers and groping.

"This way, don't..." Fang Heng felt goosebumps, so uncomfortable, this posture is like a woman, and the feeling has completely changed, with the hot quilt gradually waking up. .Fumbling, the slowly moving hands on his chest reminded him of Tune.Emotion, rather than purely physical venting.

"Don't like it?" Yang Yi lowered his eyes to look at him. He had already touched Fang Heng's repulsion, but he couldn't stop his hand. Even the densely packed small particles made him want to stop. Full, with the movement of his hand, the child can react and hold the whole person in his arms, so direct and complete.

"Well... don't touch..."

"You can really try it, it feels better."

"I don't have to."

"Try once?"

"..." Fang Heng was silent for two seconds, then nodded, "But your hands are very hot."

"It's too hot."

"Take the clothes... Ah!" Fang Heng sat up straight, but was hugged back in the next second, and he was taken aback before continuing, "Take it off."

"Your mine?"

Fang Heng bit his lower lip, looked down at stubborn Yang Yi's hand attached to his lower abdomen, and said in a low voice, "Forget it." Then he gently stroked the back of his hand, letting himself move with that hand, Relaxing himself, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

After putting it in, Fang Heng felt a feeling that he had never experienced before. It was different from simply stimulating the key parts. It was a more lengthy brewing, not passionate enough, but it made people relax unconsciously, leaving the weight of the body to the person behind him. People, in general, are still very comfortable.

After repositioning himself very quickly, Fang Heng quickly became intoxicated in it. As long as he is comfortable, some things can be temporarily put aside.

Yang Yi looked at Fang Heng silently, savoring the increasingly hot skin under the palm of his hand, as well as the blood-congested sponge body, just smelling the smell of Fang Heng's body was already extremely emotional.

Kiss all over the head, feel with the lips, even want to kiss the place where the palm of the hand is holding, this is a very strange psychology, the turbulent heart is constantly eager to obtain, plunder, but it just wants to do it Gentle to the extreme, just wanting to make the person in his arms feel comfortable, the most comfortable, even ignoring his own strong desire.

Slowly stroking the abdomen with the palm of your hand, moving up a little bit, when scraping the raised small particles, the bodies of both of them trembled, Fang Heng's breath became slightly heavier, but Yang Yi's eyes became darker, Seeing the performance of the person in his arms, he tested it twice, and then kneaded it with confidence.

This is indeed beyond the purely mutual helping nature.

But no one wants to stop the opposition. One is so stimulated that it is difficult to control himself, while the other is moved by the other party's reaction.

The lengthy brewing and just-right chest stimulation made Fang Heng almost completely ignore the clumsy technique of the hand on his lower body, and put more effort into unfamiliar fields, desire. .Watching is everywhere in the body, even the tip of the toes seems to be sensitive, the calf trembles slightly, only the hands that are stroking the chest are left in the head, and the moment of regaining consciousness is already on the verge of liberation, unable to restrain, Fang Heng grabbed Yang Yi's hand and pushed it at a faster speed, until the moment when the end of the root was scratched...

Fang Heng's body tightened suddenly, his waist arched out.

"Ha, ha..." Panting, savoring this strange ejaculation, Fang Heng lowered his body and leaned against Yang Yi's body. His limbs were extremely weak and he couldn't move. In this way, Even just passive acceptance made him exhausted.

Yang Yi lowered his head, kissed Fang Heng's cheek, licked it gently with the tip of his tongue, rolled up a drop of sweat, and the salty taste melted in his mouth, but it seemed to be so salty that it turned into sugar, so sweet that he had to swallow it .

Fang Heng looked up at him after regaining his composure, his black and white eyes were still covered with a layer of mist, and he was so confused that he lowered his head and kissed him again, and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Fang Heng thought about it for a while, then nodded, "It's very fresh."

"Like it?"

"good."

"Okay?" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, that's alright."

"So... can it be like this from now on?"

"Eh!?" Fang Heng came to his senses, "What about you?"

Yang Yi pursed his lips and smiled, and gave Fang Heng two dimples, which goes without saying.

Fang Heng wiped the sweat off his face and let out a sigh of relief, "Wait a minute, I'll take a rest."

"Hmm." Yang Yi let go of his hand, turned around to take the paper, and wanted to clean it up for Fang Heng, but Fang Heng didn't appreciate it, and maybe he was not used to this method, so he grabbed the paper and wiped it carelessly on the way.

"Platoon leader..." Halfway through the rubbing, Fang Heng said thoughtfully, "You don't hate me, do you?"

"Why do you ask that?" Yang Yi was stunned, completely unable to analyze the source of this sentence.

"Do you think people like me are weird?"

"?"

"Looking for the platoon leader is looking for you to do this kind of thing..."

Yang Yi was speechless, and pondered for a while, "...it's a little unimaginable."

Fang Heng pursed his lips.

Yang Yi laughed, "Don't you think it's even more strange that I'm still doing it with you?"

Fang Heng blinked.

Yang Yi woke up and gave a blunt explanation, "You know some things about this place, after all, it's still quite dry, isn't it?"

Fang Heng nodded, "Then what did you do?"

"..." Yang Yi looked a little embarrassed, looked around the empty space, and changed the subject, "Hey, I see that you are very hot, get up and walk, I will tidy up the bed."

"Oh."

Fang Heng got up halfway, paused, turned his head and looked between Yang Yi's legs, "Let's clean up the bed, yours hasn't been resolved yet."

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and stared at him for two seconds, "Have you recovered?"

"Yeah." Fang Heng nodded, sat back straight down, stretched out his hand to untie Yang Yi's belt, but was held down by Yang Yi again.

Yang Yi glanced over his face twice, stopped on his lips, and said meaningfully, "It doesn't feel like this alone."

Fang Heng quickly understood what he meant, and looked at him strangely, "Don't you think the meaning is different when a man kisses a man?"

"Is it different from this behavior?"

Fang Heng thought about it, and there was really no difference, but... "It feels different, kissing should be something a lover does."

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Fang Heng didn't answer, and looked directly at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's mood suddenly improved, and he simply hugged Fang Heng in his arms again, and induced, "This kind of thing is actually what a lover should do, right? Since you can accept it calmly, why can't you kiss?"

"It's not the same." Fang Heng resolutely objected, squinting his eyes, twisting his body to support Yang Yi's chin, and sticking it little by little, until he was so close that he could feel the temperature of each other, Fang Heng blew lightly. In a tone, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Platoon leader, do you like men?"