imaginary rival

Yan An was still thinking about setting off fireworks.

In the past two years, there have been rumors that fireworks and firecrackers will be banned in the city, but they were still set off during the Chinese New Year last year. I don't know if they will be allowed to let them go this year. If not... let Jiang Shiyu go to the countryside to let them off.

Besides, you have to go to the village entrance in the countryside to buy fireworks.

The city is no longer allowed to sell these things.

Why don't you just go to the countryside and let it go?

Before Yan An could figure it out, a sudden warmth came from the corner of his mouth. He widened his eyes, looked at Jiang Shiyu's face who was close at hand, and opened his mouth to scold him for being a hooligan. Moved from the corner of his mouth to his lips, the tip of his tongue came in and hooked his.

The feeling of kissing is hard to describe, that kind of warm and moist exchange, that kind of soft and powerful entanglement, the body getting closer and closer, all kinds of things, every tease makes the blood boil.

Yan An's whole body tensed up, and his hand had already lifted Jiang Shiyu's clothes before Jiang Shiyu touched him, and groped along his waist.

Jiang Shiyu paused, and then kissed him more forcefully. Before Yan An could react, he was pulled over by Jiang Shiyu, his face was buried on the bed, and Jiang Shiyu's hand was pressed under his belly.

"Try?" Jiang Shiyu leaned over and asked in a low voice.

try what?

You also have to ask my opinion on this matter?

Is this also an application report?

Yan An couldn't answer, his mind was boiling, and everything followed Jiang Shiyu's caressing hand on his body, which made him grit his teeth tightly, not daring to let out a sound.

Jiang Shiyu said to try, his movements were unambiguous at all, his body was pressed against Yan An, and he was not given the choice of "don't try".

After a while, Yan An completely pressed his face onto the bed sheet, and snorted, his breathing trembled as if being constricted. Jiang Shiyu listened carefully, but it was a pity that he didn't cry.

Jiang Shiyu took out his hand, took the paper on Yan An's bed and wiped it, then turned Yan An over and looked at the bed carefully.

"Shouldn't you look at me first?" Yan An blushed, but stared at Jiang Shiyu stubbornly.

"If you got it on the bed, why don't you explain it to your mother," Jiang Shiyu looked at him, "you got it on the quilt after sleeping with me all night."

Yan An's heart was about to jump out of his mouth. He opened his mouth and didn't say anything, but Jiang Shiyu said again: "Oh, you don't sleep with me, I sleep in the guest room at night."

There was also some sweat on the tip of Jiang Shiyu's nose. He tore a piece of paper and pulled Yan An's trousers down. Yan An covered them and shouted: "I wipe it myself!"

"... Oh." Jiang Shiyu smiled and handed him the paper.

Yan An stained his lower abdomen a few times, and then took off the waistband of his trousers. I have to say that Jiang Shiyu is quite skilled. He has been holding it in for so long, and he helped to get it out without any problems. It got on the sheets, all over his hands and the waistband of his trousers.

This pressing person doesn't know how many planes he has inspected.

Yan An squeezed the paper into a ball, glanced at Jiang Shiyu: "I... help you?"

"No need," Jiang Shiyu said, "I'm almost going down."

"...Are you a little wilted?" Yan An glanced at his crotch, "It's going down too fast."

Jiang Shiyu glanced at him, gently raised his trouser waist, and walked towards Yan An.

"Come, come, sir," Yan An beckoned, "Come and try."

"Fuck," Jiang Shiyu laughed, and let go of his hand, "Who did you learn this from?"

"Self-taught." Yan An smiled.

"Xiao An!" Mom yelled outside, "Put Little Hail in your room! Dinner is ready!"

"Ouch." Yan An's eyes widened, Jiang Shiyu didn't see how he got up, he rushed to the door, quickly unlocked the door, opened the door, "Okay!"

Little Hail came in from the outside, looked arrogantly at the stupid people, jumped on Yan An's bed and sniffed where he had just lay down, but didn't know what he was smelling.

"Do you smell your brother?" Jiang Shiyu sat on the edge of the bed and massaged its head.

Little Hail broke away from his hand, turned around and jumped off the bed.

"It's time to eat." Yan An walked over and said.

"Well, Yan An," Jiang Shiyu stood up and looked at him seriously, "I'm really not impotent."

"Oh, okay, let's eat first..." Yan An said, suddenly paused, raised his eyes and stared at him, "You must be sick!"

"No." Jiang Shiyu laughed.

"Don't wilt, you're not tough..." Yan An whispered.

"You don't reflect on how long you have been thinking about it." Jiang Shiyu patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and went out of the room, "I have already gone down, okay?"

Yan An glared at him, probably because the door was unlocked, and the shady things and words gradually disappeared along with all this, and the two of them sat at the dining table to eat.

Yan's mother really liked Jiang Shiyu very much. At the dinner table, she kept bringing food for him and told him to eat more. Yan An sat beside and watched the fun. Seeing Jiang Shiyu's transformation from thanking aunt to "I really can't eat anymore." Let's eat another piece, thank you auntie.

"You see you are so thin," Yan's mother pretended to look at him angrily, "You can't eat instant noodles all the time in the third year of high school. If your mother is not at home often, you can come to my place to eat. After eating, you will do your homework with Xiaoan. In the evening You can go home or just sleep here if you want to.”

Jiang Shiyu froze for a moment, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Yan An didn't speak either.

"Really?" Yan's mother picked up another piece of meat for Jiang Shiyu, "It's been half a year, and you still see each other?"

"It's not... I," Jiang Shiyu paused, "I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

"Oh, that's true," Yan's mother smiled, "What do you mean by disturbing me? Are you disturbing me when you come to eat and sleep?"

Jiang Shiyu's lips were pursed even tighter, and he lowered his eyes without saying a word.

"Xiao An," Yan's mother said, "give me an attitude."

"Ah." Yan An raised his head, glanced at Mother Yan, and then at Jiang Shiyu.

"Not yet," Jiang Shiyu continued, "It's fine for me to come occasionally, maybe every day..."

"Come on." Yan An said.

Jiang Shiyu turned his head and glanced at him.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me." Yan An frowned slightly, holding the chopsticks tighter and tighter, "You have really lost weight recently, come live with me."

Jiang Shiyu didn't speak, after a while he touched his phone and sent a message to Yan An: Are you telling the truth?

Yan An's phone vibrated, and Jiang Shiyu didn't put down the phone immediately, otherwise the sender of the message would be too obvious, afraid that Yan's mother and father Yan who were sitting opposite would become suspicious.

- To be honest, you did lose weight.

-I mean you asked me to live in your house. Aren't you afraid that your parents will find out?

Yan An pinched the phone and didn't answer.

He fears.

He was more afraid than anyone else that his parents would find out.

But Jiang Shiyu did lose weight.

In his third year of high school, he was exhausted. To save time, Jiang Shiyu decided to make instant noodles. With his character, he would not make a fuss even if he didn't eat in the afternoon, but how could he make instant noodles when he was consuming energy and physical strength like this?

Yan An bit his lips, and sent him a text: You said, no one will suspect anything if the two boys get closer, and we will feel guilty only if we have ghosts in our hearts.

Jiang Shiyu held the phone and hesitated for a while, wondering whether he should agree or not.

As he was thinking about it, a message suddenly popped up above that someone transferred [-] to the card his mother left him.

Click on the message, and it is full of notifications of crediting. Almost every few days, money will be credited into the account. Sometimes it is several thousand, sometimes it is [-].

Jiang Shiyu called countless times to confirm that his mother was safe, and even turned on the video. There were colleagues around his mother, and his circle of friends was also updating their company's affairs normally, but such frequent transfers were obviously not normal.

Except that mother is in danger, there is another possibility when something happens.

Jiang Shiyu's finger pressed hard on the screen, just at this time, Mama Yan started to clean up the dishes and asked them, "Have you two finished discussing after sending messages?"

Yan An turned to look at Jiang Shiyu.

"...Okay," Jiang Shiyu looked at Mama Yan, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yan's mother immediately became a lot happier, patted Jiang Shiyu and said that's right, what do you want to eat tomorrow, auntie will make it for you, or do you want to go home and stay for two days tomorrow?Whatever you want, it doesn't mean that you have to go home every day after you come to my place, you are still free, you can go wherever you want, just ask Yan An to tell me.

Jiang Shiyu responded humbly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but pressed his fingers on the screen very hard.

He accidentally glanced at Yan An who was next to him, but found that Yan An's expression was not very good-looking, and his worries and concerns were almost overflowing the screen. Jiang Shiyu was stunned for a while, but didn't say anything.

In the evening, a few people sat together and chatted for a while, Yan's mother went to heat up milk for the two of them to drink, Yan An came back to his senses and said, "Mom, Jiang Shiyu doesn't drink milk."

"Hey," Yan's mother looked at Jiang Shiyu, "Lactose intolerant?"

"No," Jiang Shiyu smiled, "I just don't drink."

"That's fine," Yan's mother also laughed, "I'll make you a cup of honey water, okay?"

"It's troublesome." Jiang Shiyu nodded.

After drinking and chatting for a while before returning to the room, Jiang Shiyu was thinking about something, followed Yan An to the bedroom, and Yan's father said from behind: "The guest room is ready!"

"Oh, you don't care about them!" Yan's mother said, "What if the two want to chat for a while!"

"Go to bed early!" Papa Yan changed his words.

Jiang Shiyu entered the bedroom in a daze, closed the door, and looked at Yan An's expression with the urge to turn around and go out.

He shouldn't have promised Yan's mother to eat here, he should have considered Yan An's concerns, not because of his own thoughts.

What he thinks doesn't matter at all.

Jiang Xing thinks so, mother thinks so, Yan An... I don't know if Yan An thinks so, anyway, Jiang Shiyu thinks so right now.

"It's okay," Jiang Shiyu said to him, "I'll just come over for dinner often, and when I go home at night, your parents won't notice anything."

"Huh? Oh," Yan An was stunned for a while, "I didn't think about it."

"Huh?" Jiang Shiyu stared at him, obviously not expecting this answer.

"I'm just... what happened to you just now?" Yan An pursed his lips, "I don't think your expression is very good."

This time it was Jiang Shiyu's turn to be stunned for a while, he hesitated for a while, and said, "You were thinking about this just now?"

"Yeah," Yan An said, "otherwise what am I thinking? I can't really..." He lowered his voice, "It's impossible to really think you're impotent, right?"

Jiang Shiyu didn't know whether to laugh or not, he finally let go of the phone, and the phone fell to the ground, which startled Yan An.

"Fuck me." Yan An said in surprise.

"Yan An," Jiang Shiyu looked at him, "Is the Xiaoan trash can still there?"

Yan An's expression immediately became serious, and he said, "As long as you need it, I will always be there."

"Well," Jiang Shiyu smiled, not happy, "Then let me tell you something."