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Fu Heihui changed his hand again, but this time he didn't summon the shikigami from the shadow, but simply gestured to Murata: "This is Nue."

"This is a big snake."

"This is a toad."

"I don't know the bottom of the well."

"Full elephant."

Every time he reads a name, he will change the corresponding gestures, the slender and beautiful knuckles are interlaced, and the shadow cast on the wall exactly corresponds to the appearance of Shikigami.

The summoned rabbits crawled all over the bed, and Murata held a pair of rabbit ears with one hand, and concentrated on looking at the reflection on the wall.After Fu Heihui finished the demonstration, Murata was puzzled: "There are only seven?"

Fu Heihui broke his fingers, rescued the poor rabbit whose ears were being held by Murata, and said: "The last shikigami is called the eight-handed sword and the god general Mo Xuluo."

"My technique is the ancestral technique of the Chanyuan family, but none of the users of the Ten Shadow Technique in the past has ever been able to tame the last shikigami."

Murata: "...It doesn't sound like an animal shikigami."

Fu Heihui recalled the information books he read before, and said: "It's not an animal, it's closer to ghosts and gods, right? But I haven't summoned it, so I don't know much about it."

The rabbit jumped up and down on the bed a few times, and then melted into Fu Heihui's shadow.There were only two jade dogs left, one black and one white, squatting on the bed obediently sticking out their tongues.

Murata sat cross-legged across from Jade Dog, and stretched out his hand to scratch the big dog's chin. The big dog immediately raised its head comfortably and narrowed its eyes.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes and moved his fingers - Jade Dog also melted into his shadow.

Murata took a moment to realize that it was Fu Heihui who took the jade dog back.He lay back on the bed again, with the quilt under him.

Fu Heihui pulled the quilt out from under Murata's body, and said seriously: "The quilt needs to be covered, Auntie said."

Murata pulled the quilt over his chest casually, and the pajamas ran up because of his movements, revealing his thin waist.His waist is indeed slender, but not thick, the smooth external oblique muscle lines have beautiful undulations, and the shape of the pubic bone is very clear, with a little slenderness of a teenager.

He didn't notice it, or he noticed it but didn't care, closed his eyes and yawned, and moved towards Fu Heihui's direction.

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, and he remained sitting. After Murata moved over, his shoulder touched his thigh.Fu Heihui's gaze involuntarily fell on the naked/exposed waist of the other party.

Murata originally had his eyes closed, but suddenly opened them again, and stretched out his hand to poke Fu Heihui's thigh: "What are you looking at?"

Fu Heihui: "...I'm thinking about one thing."

Murata: "What's the matter?"

"……Would you be angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

"I want to touch you."

When Fu Heihui said this, his expression was very serious, as if he was discussing the use of spells with Murata.Murata froze for a moment: "Yes, but there is nothing soft on my body."

With the master's permission, Fu Heihui pursed her lips slightly, and her Adam's apple slid up and down slightly.He stretched out his hand and pressed his warm fingers on Murata's abdomen; the moment he touched it, Fu Heihui could feel the muscles in Murata's abdomen tense instantly.

It's not soft, but it's not hard either.Fu Heihui is not very good at describing the feel. It should feel more like squid rings eaten in the mouth, which is very tough and firm.

He put his palm on it and pressed down a little harder.

Immediately, Murata jumped up like a fish forced to land, and pulled down his pajamas to cover his stomach with a 'shua'.His hand speed was so fast that Fu Heihui couldn't react, and his palm was still pressed in the air.

He turned his head and looked at Murata with dark green pupils: "Did I press too hard?"

Murata also felt very strange.

Of course it doesn't hurt, it just feels weird, especially when the abdomen is pushed down, he has a subtle feeling that the pubic bone is also being touched.Although Murata was terribly rough most of the time, the pubic bone and lower abdomen area was still too private. At least he hadn't been touched by others since he started taking a bath by himself.

After holding back for a long time, Murata choked out a sentence: "...It's okay. But it's very strange, just touch it, why do you want to press it all of a sudden?"

He felt that all the strangeness, the sense of crisis that made him almost throw Fu Heihui away with his backhand at that moment probably came from Fu Heihui's sudden push.

After all, for the human body, it is considered a very fragile part.

Fu Heihui put his hands back next to his body, and said, "Because I'm curious. I saw you eat a lot, but your stomach hasn't bulged at all."

"It's very curious at the entrance of the movie theater."

Murata: "..."

He also looked down at his stomach, and then reached out to press it.The flat belly was pressed down by Murata into a small depression, which soon disappeared with the removal of Murata's palm.

Murata lay back on the bed again, and the sense of crisis that sprang up in his bones just now disappeared without a trace.

Murata: "Because the digestion is fast, right? I usually have a lot of training, and if I don't eat more, I won't be able to keep up with the consumption. However, snacks and soft drinks are prohibited in the dojo, so you can eat something outside to satisfy your cravings."

Fu Heihui also lay down, still lying on his side, his eyes fixed on Murata: "Is it the rule of the dojo?"

Murata nodded, thought for a while, and shook his head again: "To be precise, it's my dad's rule. I went to other dojos to communicate before, and I've seen people who are allowed to bring snacks and soda into the dojo."

His voice lowered and his eyes gradually closed.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes and said softly, "Good night."

"Good night."

The next morning, Murata was woken up by the pressure—whoever has something on their chest will feel short of breath and then wake up from a dream.Regardless of whether Murata is of a good physique, even if he is pressed, he barely sleeps until the drowsiness is almost gone, and then he wakes up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Fu Heihui's long eyelashes almost touched the bridge of his nose.

He spent three seconds confused about who he was and where he was, and then remembered that he slept with Fu Heihui yesterday.

Obviously the experience of sleeping together last time was quite pleasant, why did it change this time?

Murata felt like a big pillow being hugged by Fu Heihui with both hands and feet, his face was almost touching his own.

Taking a deep breath, Murata inhaled the aroma of sea salt after warming his stomach.He staggered his eyes from Fu Heihui, and glanced at the wall: it was past eight o'clock, which completely exceeded his usual regular work and rest time.

Just when Murata was worrying about how to wake up Fu Heihui—or in other words, how to pull Fu Heihui off his body without waking Fu Heihui up, Fu Heihui suddenly changed his posture.

Originally, his legs were just resting on Murata's thighs, but when he changed positions, he moved his whole legs up, his calves pressed against Murata's abdomen, and his ankles just pressed against his pubic bone.Through a thin layer of muscle, the boy's slender ankle pressed down.

Murata was shocked, and he pushed Fu Heihui down on a conditioned reflex—the back of Fu Heihui's head fell to the ground, and he woke up with a muffled grunt.He was also confused, and after sitting up, he scratched his messy short black hair, looked at Murata blankly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Murata got up with his waist bowed, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he stammered: "Then, that—I—conditional reflex—are you okay?"

People with pale skin are particularly eye-catching wherever red is.

Fu Heihui looked at the other party's flushed face and bowed posture, and suddenly realized something; for teenagers of similar age, there is no need to point out such things as physiological reactions.

His eyes flustered away from Murata's body, and he stuttered unconsciously when he spoke: "I'm fine, it's fine...you, you..."

Murata jumped out like a rabbit, leaving only the voice circling around the room: "I'm going to the bathroom!"

He didn't even have time to close the bedroom door, so he rushed into the bathroom and locked the door, Murata sat on the floor rubbing his hair.The cold bathroom floor also failed to win the human physiological response, and the hard place is still hard.

He bent his legs and put his chin on his knees. His flushed face slowly began to sweat, and the black hair was wet and stuck to his cheeks.

When I close my eyes, I can see Fu Heihui's long eyelashes again, and the cold green pupils under the eyelashes.When they were close together, Murata once thought about it distractedly: How can boys have such long eyelashes?

There are calluses on the pulp of the finger that holds the knife all the year round, and it is painful and refreshing when rubbing it.

He unconsciously bit his lower lip, sweat trickled down the corners of his forehead and eyes, and hung on the boy's chin like he was about to fall.In the end, it couldn't hold back the strength and fell, hitting the back of Murata's hand with a thud, breaking into a piece of water marks.

Murata washed his face and went out in his pajamas.The curtains of the living room outside have been drawn, and the sunlight floods the entire space, bright and dazzling.

Fu Heihui was pouring milk at first, when he heard Murata open the door and come out of the bathroom, he turned his head and looked over: Murata's face was wet, and the water dripped down his jaw all the way into the collarbone socket.

When the two looked at each other, Murata blinked, a drop of water rolled from his eyelashes to the corner of his eye, and slid down his cheek like tears.Fu Heihui looked away and rubbed his red neck: "Auntie left a note saying that she was going to go shopping with her friends, and she left milk and muffins for us for breakfast, so we can heat them up and eat them ourselves."

"I've warmed up the milk."

Murata took out a face towel to wipe off the water droplets on his face, and finally the blush disappeared, and his expression became exactly the same as usual.

The muffins are shaped into stars, soft and fluffy and exude aroma.

Murata and Fugurohui sat face to face and had breakfast.Murata did not have the habit of talking when eating, the two finished the meal quietly, and Murata stood up consciously to clear the table.

When he bent down to take away the milk cup in front of Fu Heihui, Fu Heihui suddenly said: "This morning..."

Murata's expression remained unchanged: "Wake up in the morning."

He answered too frankly, which made Fu Heihui not know what to say.

Murata realizes that something is wrong with Fukuroe.He bent down, and immediately got closer to Fu Heihui, so close that the black hair hanging down when he bent down almost overlapped with Fu Heihui's blown black hair.

Fu Heihui's long eyelashes are very close to him, and the real eyelashes are more beautiful when seen up close than imagined.Murata never thought that the words beautiful and sharp could coexist in a man.Until Fu Heihui appeared, a new lesson was taught to Murata's aesthetics.

Fu Heihui blinked, his face began to flush, and the crimson burned from his cheeks to his neck.

Murata poked his finger under his eyelids: "Hui, your face is so red."

Fu Heihui backed away quickly as if he had touched a fire, and his face blushed more obviously after retreating a distance.Murata's hand was still in mid-air, and after losing touch with his fingertips, he was at a loss for a moment, and his mind went offline: "Has Hui ever slept with a boy?"

"……You have?"

Murata put down his hands and propped his arms on the table: "When I went back to my hometown, there were no bugs in my room. My brother and the others would often come and squeeze together with me."

"But it still feels different."

He straightened up and said honestly: "When I was sleeping with them, if I was touched at night, I would reflexively throw them off."

Fu Heihui calmed down a little, and refuted him: "You also threw me off this morning."

Murata: "That's because your ankle is on...on me."

silence.

In addition to being silent, both of them felt a little guilty for no reason.Although the points of guilt are different, they are indeed guilty.

Finally, it was Murata who broke the silence.He took away all the dirty dishes and water glasses, and added with a dry cough: "I will study hard."

He didn't say what to study, but Fu Heihui somehow felt that he understood.He dodged his eyes, moved from the fruit on the table to the water purifier, and said in a hoarse voice, "I too... will study hard."

The guilty and silent atmosphere was eased, as if some kind of consensus had been reached in the riddle-like dialogue.

Someone finally realizes there's more to being in a relationship than just kissing.

In the morning they huddled together and fought ○4, and waited until Fu Heihui's boarding time was approaching, before going out dawdly.

At the ticket gate, the two were about to separate and leave.Murata couldn't pass the ticket gate, so he let go of Fu Heihui's hand while standing outside: "It can only be delivered here! Remember to send me a message after you get on the bus, and send me a message when you get home, don't forget. "

His eyes looking at Fu Heihui are always bright and eager.Just being watched by these eyes, Fu Heihui felt that his face was going to burn.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly pretended to be casual, and whispered in a foreign language that he was not very proficient in: "If I send you a book, I will not send you poetry. I will send you a book about plants. About crops. Tell you the difference between rice and weeds."

"Tell you a seed

Anxiety of spring. "

Fu Heihui read quickly and lightly. Although the pronunciation was extremely unskilled, there were generally no mistakes.

Murata showed a bewildered expression.From the time he discovered that Fu Heihui's first sentence was not in Japanese, the expression on his face seemed to be listening to a scripture.

When Fu Heihui finished reading, Murata still looked at him blankly.Seeing that Fu Heihui stopped talking, Murata tentatively asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

He regained his expressionless cool face, put his hands in his trouser pockets: "It's nothing, I'm leaving."

Just at this time, the car pulled into the station, and Fu Heihui checked the ticket and passed the station.

Murata was confused, and said to himself: "I always feel that what he read just now is a bit familiar... Have I heard it somewhere?"

Fu Heihui got into the car following the flow of people, and suddenly heard someone calling his name.He froze for a moment, turned around, and saw a familiar person running over the guardrail; he ran too fast, didn't stop the car, nimbly avoided other pedestrians all the way, and crashed into Fu Heihui's arms.

Fu Heihui was knocked back by him, and the two staggered into the car together.He opened his eyes and held Murata's waist: "...how do you—"

Murata's eyes were shining, and there was a look of 'seeking praise' in his expression: "It's 'I love you', right? I love you——"

Before he could finish his sentence, the car door closed behind them with a bang.

The body shook and started.

Fu Heihui sighed: "Ah Li, let's drive."

Murata was stunned.

Several flight attendants walked over from the next compartment and smiled politely: "This passenger..."

Murata admitted his mistake with a positive attitude: "Sorry, I know I was wrong, and I will make up the ticket!"