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Chapter 37 Ripe Nectarines

In order to cook a delicious meal for Fu Gangqiang, elite member Bai Chuan also deserted in the afternoon.

A few days ago, Fu Gangqiang brought back the dishes made by Fu's mother. There were a few dishes that Fu Gangqiang would often order, which were his favorite dishes.

Bai Chuan memorized the names of these dishes and looked up the cooking methods on the Internet.

Fu Gangqiang likes to eat rich-flavored dishes, which are generally oily, and the steps of the recipes are also a bit cumbersome, first cut, then oiled, and stir-fried with side dishes.

Too oily?What's the meaning?Bai Chuan tilted his head, copied the word "oil", and right-clicked to search.After several inquiries, Bai Chuan gave up. These dishes were still a bit too difficult for a rookie in cooking.

In the end, he chose a few dishes that were within his controllable range, such as pan-fried beef, shredded pork with green pepper, and broccoli in buttery sauce.

The dishes made by Bai Chuan cannot be said to be unpalatable, nor can they be said to be delicious, but can only be said to be palatable.

Just like the small restaurants at the gate of the school or near home, the taste is not very good, and I still eat it when I feel lazy occasionally.But definitely don't eat this when there are other options.

But this is only limited to the evaluation of ordinary people. For Fu Gangqiang, even if Bai Chuan made boiled eggs for him, he would feel that the taste was different.

"what about the taste?"

Fu Gangqiang gave a thumbs up and praised: "Very talented."

Seeing his lover eat the food he made with satisfaction, no one would be unhappy, Bai Chuan looked at Fu Gangqiang with a smile, and picked up his chopsticks.

He knew his own level, Fu Gangqiang was coaxing him.

Bai Chuan said: "I will make it often in the future, it will taste better after a long time."

"It's delicious now. If it tastes better, you can open a private restaurant when you retire." Fu Gangqiang swallowed his food, and took the glass filled with beer beside him.

If someone puts the effort into making food for him, what more can he ask for?

It doesn't matter what you eat anymore.

Bai Chuan's thoughts have been dragged by the things in the black plastic bag, and he started to wander in the middle of eating.

Under the dining table, smooth ankles protruded from the slippers, and the delicate white feet were like a snake moving forward, hooking Fu Gangqiang's calf.The muscles on the calf were bulging, hard as a soft rock.

"Eat well." Fu Gangqiang said, and took a spoonful of food for Bai Chuan.

Dragging his chin with his left hand, Bai Chuan tilted his neck and smiled, "I'm too emotional to eat."

Fu Gangqiang sat still like a sea god's needle, and took another spoonful of food for Bai Chuan: "Eat as much as you want, so your stomach won't start growling again at night."

Bai Chuan made a nasal sound of "hmm", picked up the chopsticks, picked them slowly like picking peas, deliberately stuck out his tongue when eating, and the tip of the tongue curled up.His eyes stared straight at Fu Gangqiang, sliding from the bridge of his nose to his Adam's apple.

"You worked so hard to make it, and you don't want me to finish it?" Fu Gangqiang asked.

Bai Chuan calmed down, stepped on Fu Gangqiang's instep lightly, and began to eat obediently.

After dinner and everything was cleaned up, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV to digest.

The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous, and the flow of air seemed to slow down. The host of the variety show kept throwing jokes on the TV. The two people watching the TV didn't catch a single laugh because their minds were not on it.

He is clearly watching a comedy show, but his expression looks like he is watching a heavy documentary.

"I'm going to take a shower." Bai Chuan got up from Fu Gangqiang's arms.

"Okay, I'll smoke another cigarette." Fu Gangqiang replied, if Bai Chuan went to wash in the master bedroom, he would wash in the bathroom opposite the second bedroom.

Bai Chuan stopped for a while, turned his head slightly and said, "I may take a longer wash...to prepare."

Fu Gangqiang paused for a moment as he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case: "Ah, okay, call me if you need help."

Can the preliminary preparation be completed by one person?When he watched "Popular Science", it was always two-person homework.Fu Gangqiang didn't understand, so he couldn't ask.

Bai Chuan smiled, blinked his long eyelashes, and his profile was graceful, just like a sketch of a beauty drawn by an artist, Fu Gangqiang's heart was pounding when he saw it.

"You don't need your help right now." Bai Chuan whispered pointedly, then turned and walked towards the master bedroom.

"Boom boom boom boom."

The heart was beating violently in his chest, Fu Gangqiang took a deep breath, it didn't help at all, Ji'er had already stood at attention.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Fu Gangqiang sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.Glancing at the shameless steering pole, Fu Gangqiang lowered his head and reprimanded: "Calm down, you have to hold on."

Otherwise, it would be easy to explain in hand-to-hand combat.Fu Gangqiang got up and took the black plastic bag, flipped through it, and thought: use 3 first, it is thicker, less sensitive, suitable for protracted battles.

Once upon a time, at the same place and under the same circumstances, Bai Chuan was outside and Fu Gangqiang was taking a shower inside.

On the way, Bai Chuan found an excuse to deliver something, and wanted to go into the bathroom to see him.

What was he thinking then?

"Who wants to watch a man take a shower?"

To this day, slap in the face.

Fu Gangqiang was not embarrassed by this. His thoughts, as well as their relationship, were completely different from the past.Now Bai Chuan is his lover, what can't he watch when his lover takes a shower?Wherever he looks, it is reasonable.

Fu Gangqiang, the big-tailed wolf, thought brazenly.

The sound of the shower in the bathroom stopped, and Fu Gangqiang immediately turned his eyes to the bathroom door. After waiting for a few minutes, the sound of the shower water started to sound again.

Is Bai Chuan making preparations?Thinking of this, Fu Gangqiang rushed to Tianlinggai with blood, grabbed the cigarette case and took out another cigarette.

After as long as a century, Bai Chuan finally finished washing.

Hearing the sound of the master bedroom bathroom door handle turning, Fu Gangqiang glanced at the direction lever, got up from the sofa in the next second, and went into the bathroom opposite the second bedroom.

Don't try to be brave, let me explain first.

After taking a quick shower, Fu Gangqiang stood in front of the mirror, dried his hair carelessly with a towel, and patted his abdominal muscles. It was okay. Although it couldn't be compared to when he was 20 years old, it still didn't look out of shape.

Walking out of the bathroom, Fu Gangqiang's heart started beating violently again.Bai Chuan is like a mobile pacemaker for the heart, you don't need to see it with your own eyes, just feeling his breath, Fu Gangqiang starts to get excited.

Looking around in the living room, there was no one there, so Fu Gang called out, "Bai Chuan?"

"Here." Bai Chuan's voice came from the master bedroom.

The door of the master bedroom was not closed, and soft light streamed from the open door.

Fu Gangqiang was wearing boxer shorts, and his hedgehog hair was curled up, and there was still a little moisture on it that hadn't been wiped off.Stretching his head into the master bedroom, the tiger's eyes widened half an arc in an instant.

Bai Chuan sat on the fluffy quilt, like a peeled ripe nectarine.

The light on the ceiling was adjusted to a soft raw egg yellow color, infecting the fair skin, as beautiful as a European oil painting full of sunset.

Bai Chuan stretched out his slender fingers, and shook them lightly in the air.

Even the fingertips seemed to have turned into a light milky pink.

"I'm so nervous." Bai Chuan smiled, his pretty face seemed not so calm because of the nervousness.

He curled up his toes, and whispered to Gang Qiang: "I've never been so nervous before."

As if Fu Gangqiang touched him, he would melt like ice.

Seeing that Bai Chuan was so nervous, Fu Gangqiang calmed down instead.

After closing the door behind his back, Fu Gangqiang approached, took Bai Chuan's hand, and said, "Don't be nervous."

Pressing Bai Chuan's hand on his chest and mouth, Fu Gangqiang said in a low voice, "Did you feel it? It was fascinated by you and kept jumping."

Of course, it's not just the heartbeat.

The corners of Bai Chuan's eyes were red, and his thin lips were pursed into a beautiful smile: "Yeah."

Everything that followed was so logical, Fu Gangqiang was like a very gentlemanly wolf.

Slowly ripen the warm and juicy peaches, stir them into puree, and then start to eat.

It's as if they were born to be this way, as good as they should be.

The muscles collapsed into graceful arcs, and Bai Chuan felt like a glass of peach juice containing pulp.

This cup of delicious peach juice was spilled on the cold marble table. Fu Gangqiang held the goblet in his left hand, and poured the peach juice drop by drop into the glass with his right hand. The flesh on the top was rolled into the mouth.

Peach juice flowed down his throat, and he reached out to touch the uvula at the end of his throat.They travel down the esophagus, mixed with stomach acid that will dissolve them, and blend into the limbs of a body.

Bai Chuan felt an unprecedented abundance, his heart and body were full everywhere, so satisfying that his nasal cavity was sour and his eye sockets were hot.

"Why are you still crying?" Fu Gangqiang wiped away the tears flowing from the corners of Bai Chuan's eyes with his fingers.

Bai Chuan buried half of his face in the pillow, and looked at him with one eye, the beautiful peach eyes gleaming with water.

"Physiological tears, naturally secreted." Bai Chuan took Fu Gangqiang's hand, and stuck it to his cheek, and put his left hand on the back of Fu Gangqiang's hand, caressing fondly.

Fu Gangqiang stretched out his other arm, pulled Bai Chuan into his arms, pulled up the quilt, and kissed his face delicately in the dark quilt.

Bai Chuan whispered, "It's great that it went well."

Several times, he was afraid that Fu Gangqiang would shrink back. If so, Bai Chuan felt that he might stop breathing.

Fu Gangqiang pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Your evaluation is too low, it's not just smooth."

Couldn't go any better.

Bai Chuan smiled nasally, and said, "Then what should I say?"

Fu Gangqiang gently stroked the corners of Bai Chuan's eyes, and said in a low voice with deep meaning: "Strictly fit?"

"rogue."

"A match made that day?"

The two of them rubbed their feet against each other, cuddled together and said some love words that didn't have any practical meaning.

Fu Gangqiang said as if he remembered something, "Hum again."

Bai Chuan didn't understand: "What?"

"I'll rock you...don't bite, don't bite, let me put it another way, when it fits perfectly, you hum, hum again."

Bai Chuan looked at him with peachy eyes: "I can't hum."

Fu Gangqiang bowed his head and kissed his hair, sighed, "It's so nice."

Bai Chuan's voice was clean, neither high nor low, and his soft hum was very nice.

"Stop talking!" Bai Chuan stretched out his foot to kick him, and he would blush when he heard such words.

Bai Chuan pursed his lips, and stretched his hands out of the quilt.

"What?" Fu Gangqiang asked.

"This." Bai Chuan put the small box in Fu Gangqiang's hand. "

"Try again?" Bai Chuan licked his lips, smiling like a peach essence.

Without a word of nonsense, Fu Gangqiang opened the box, took out a piece and said to Bai Chuan, "Put it on for me."

Before going to bed, Fu Gangqiang glanced at his phone, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Bai Chuan fell asleep in his arms, Fu Gangqiang took Bai Chuan's cell phone and turned off the alarm clock.

The next day, the refreshed Minister Fu went to work as usual, and secretly made up a leave slip for Bai Chuan.

The author has something to say: large paragraphs in this chapter are abstract prose

Pumping, it’s the pumping of convulsions, powder, it’s the powder of Wufu powder...

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Come on, tell me, are ripe nectarines sweet?

They will be tired of crooked for a while, it's good if you don't get tired

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