Blooming on the ground

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After drinking half a glass of red wine, Fang Mufeng was already slightly tipsy, and after a while his body started to heat up, which was similar to the feeling of being drugged by Ying Xiangbing that night, but not as serious.

At the end of the round, Fang Mufeng lost.Yan Huan noticed that his bow hand was trembling slightly, and his expression was not right, so he took him away from the scene under the pretext of something.

Along the way, Fang Mufeng lost his mind and quickly stuck to Yan Huanchao.

As soon as they sat down in the car, Zhao Qing consciously put down the baffle, not listening or asking.

Fang Mufeng straddled Yan Huanchao, put his face up, and pecked at Yan Huanchao's lips like a bird, as if dissatisfied, he continued to rub against his neck.His body temperature was frighteningly high, and his hot breath was burning Yan Huanchao's skin.

Yan Huan looked down at Fang Mufeng, stretched out his hand to press his forehead to cut off the kiss that was about to be attached, his voice was low, and the words contained a warning: "I won't be here in the future, so don't touch alcohol."

Fang Mufeng anxiously searched for his lips, and nodded frequently before he understood what he said. After Yan Huanchao let go, he quickly hugged his neck and got close to him, giving him a deep kiss with lips and tongue intertwined. With blurred eyes, he confirmed uneasy: "But it's impossible not to participate in the drinking party, what if I drink?"

Yan Huanchao frowned slightly, and after serious thinking, he said: "Drink it, drink it, and I will take you back."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Mufeng's expression seemed to freeze, and after a few seconds, he only blinked his eyes, and then said, "Teacher, did I tell you that I'm actually quite afraid of getting drunk, do you know why?"

Yan Huanchao looked into his eyes seriously, waiting for his next sentence.

Fang Mufeng didn't continue talking, he seemed so drunk that he didn't have much energy, he lowered his head, put Yan Huanchao's forehead against his forehead, and put most of his weight on the other party, and then continued: "When I get drunk and close my eyes, I feel My body keeps falling, and occasionally I feel that it’s okay to be smashed to death, but sometimes I’m afraid that no one will catch me..."

"I'll catch you," Yan Huanchao rubbed his forehead against him, and said softly, "Let me catch you, okay?"

His eyes were extremely sincere, and there was an open flame burning in his eyes, which made Fang Mufeng's eyes brighten and his heart felt hot. He couldn't bear such a temperature.

Fang Mufeng raised his hand and slid down Yan Huanchao's eyebrows and eye sockets, trying to cover those eyes and block the fire that would ignite his heart.

Unexpectedly, Yan Huanchao grabbed his hand, brought it to his lips and kissed him, still looked at him with burning eyes, and said in a firm tone: "Look at me, listen to me, I will catch you."

Fang Mufeng felt his heart tremble with him.

When the two returned to the villa in the city, Yan Huanchao thought that Fang Mufeng had fallen asleep, but when the pillow touched the back of his head, he woke up and looked at him with his eyes open.

Yan Huanchao wanted to pour him a glass of water, but was grabbed by his sleeve as soon as he left.Fang Mufeng stared at him blankly without saying a word.

After a while, Fang Mufeng got up, undressed himself like peeling a shrimp under Yan Huanchao's gaze, then reached out to pull out the silk scarf that Yan Huanchao wore with his shirt, knelt down in the middle of the bed, and covered his eyes with the warm scarf. Blindfolded.

"Catch me."

With the strength of alcohol, he opened his arms to Yan Huanchao defenselessly.

The offensive was fierce, Fang Mufeng clung to Yan Huanchao's shoulders, his nails were almost embedded in the strong muscles, tears finally couldn't slide down by themselves, and the dark red print on the scarf was smudged deeper.

His eyes were blurred, and the degeneration of vision made Fang Mufeng's other senses extremely sensitive. He could clearly feel Yan Huanchao's presence.

Yan Huanchao leaned over to cover Fang Mufeng's lips, kissed him stickyly wetly, kissed his tears away bit by bit, and coaxed and lied in his ear: "Be good, baby."

Fang Mufeng choked back with a series of low voices.

After tossing for a long time, Fang Mufeng fell on Yan Huanchao, exhausted.

Yan Huanchao patted Fang Mufeng's sweaty back with one hand, took him into his arms, untied the scarf soaked in tears and sweat in front of Fang Mufeng's eyes with the other hand, and bowed his head to kiss his wet eyelashes.

Fang Mufeng sensed Yan Huanchao in a half-dream and half-awake state, subconsciously raised his left hand and groped upwards, as if heading for Yan Huanchao's lips, but halfway it landed softly on the Adam's apple, and there was no movement.

Yan Huanchao gently held Fang Mufeng's soft and boneless hand, put it on his lips, and kissed his fingertips.

Fang Mufeng slept soundly, and was not woken up until the afternoon of the next day.

Yan Huan stayed in the study for the whole morning after morning exercise. After cooking lunch, he returned to the room and sat by the bed watching Fang Mufeng sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt.

Fang Mu's sleeping style was extraordinarily quiet, with only half of his head exposed and a pair of eyes with red eyes.

After watching quietly for a while, Yan Huanchao walked to the end of the bed and lifted a corner of the quilt, and found that Fang Mufeng's ankles were also blue.

In the haze, Fang Mufeng felt that his ankle was being held by a palm full of heat, and the kiss started from the ankle like a spring rain, and moved up a little bit.The kiss was so tender and tender that his body trembled involuntarily.

The sound of the kiss was getting closer, and Fang Mufeng's eyes were still closed. After smelling the familiar breath, he hugged the visitor's neck naturally and accurately, and then exchanged a shallow kiss, as intimate as a pair of real and ordinary lovers .

After the kiss, Fang Mufeng opened his eyes and stared at Yan Huanchao in a daze. Reason regained the upper hand, and he realized this belatedly.

While he was still in a daze, Yan Huanchao pushed back his forehead hair, pressed a kiss on the forehead, and said good morning.

Fang Mufeng raised his upper body, saw the time displayed on the wall clock, and said, "It's getting late."

Yan Huanchao got up from the bed and asked him to go to the first floor to eat something by himself when he was hungry. He walked out the door while talking, without saying what he was going to do. He might go back to the study to read, or he might go to the yard to tend flowers and plants.

Fang Mufeng got out of bed and took a cold shower. After dressing neatly, he went to the first floor. There were meals on the table, low in sugar and salt, mainly light and nutritious vegetarian food, and the food was still warm.

He had a great appetite, and while eating, he sent a message to Sheng Lan to report his whereabouts. He didn't notice that Yan Huanchao was walking towards him. for a moment.

Yan Huanchao touched Fang Mufeng's forehead with the back of his hand. After a few days of letting the beasts go back to the mountain, after a while, he seemed to have a low-grade fever.

"Stay here for a few days, and leave when you recover," he said.

Fang Mufeng felt that he didn't feel any other discomfort except for the aches and pains all over his body, so he refused: "Sister Lan invited Teacher Liu from the Acting Department of Central Opera to give me a class, and the appointment is tomorrow."

After successively cooperating with famous directors and actors who are well-ranked in the circle, Fang Mufeng saw that he had many deficiencies in acting, and he could only make up for it with hard work if he was not a major, so he proposed to take acting lessons with Sheng Lan, and the other party quickly So I invited him a senior teacher from the Central Opera Acting Department.

Yan Huanchao frowned displeasedly: "Which Teacher Liu?"

Fang Mufeng replied, "Liu Luming."

"Then reschedule, I'll tell her."

Yan Huanchao had a rare tough attitude, and Fang Mufeng suddenly remembered that Liu Luming seemed to be the head teacher of the other party's former Central Opera.

Seeing that he hesitated and refused to answer, Yan Huanchao didn't care so much and hugged him directly.

Fang Mufeng was forced to stay in the bedroom, took the anti-inflammatory medicine from Yan Huanchao, and swallowed it with plain water.

He was thinking about the acting class he had arranged, and now he wanted to bargain: "Will you let me go to class when the fever subsides tomorrow?"

Yan Huanchao reached out to him and tapped him on the forehead lightly, saying, "Okay, let's talk."

Seeing that the big boss's attitude this time is also the same, Fang Mufeng shut up and crawled back to the bed, and heard the new instruction from the big boss behind him: "Carry it on your back."

Fang Mufeng turned around obediently, with his back facing up and his face pressed against the pillow, waiting for Yan Huan to fall.

The hem of the silk nightgown was pulled up to the waist, and Yan Huanchao's palm slid down the tailbone.He lowered his eyes and observed carefully, the past few days were indeed not serious.

Fang Mufeng could vaguely feel the gaze from behind, and probably imagined that Yan Huanchao was looking at him upright.It's really strange that even though he and Yan Huanchao have faced each other physically and frankly many times, this situation can make him feel awkward and ashamed for no reason, and he is familiar with it.

He moved away stiffly, but Yan Huanchao stretched out his hand to pull him back: "Don't move."

Thinking that the big boss was going to break into the door with a knife again, Fang Mufeng was prepared in his heart to endure the torment, but he didn't expect that there would be a burst of coldness in the next second-Yan Huanchao was applying medicine to him, his movements were very light, and the application was very meticulous .

After a while, Yan Huanchao wiped his hands with a wet towel, pulled Fang Mufeng's nightgown to its original position, and covered him with a quilt: "Okay, rest."

Fang Mufeng was still a little inexplicably cramped. He grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands, covered the lower half of his face, and said thank you with his eyes exposed.

When Yan Huanchao approached him with desire, he felt that he could handle it well.Men are all vulgar animals, coming and going are all about the lower body, it's easy to guess, and it's easy to deal with.But once the other party treats him purely like this, offering a love without lust, he is at a loss and doesn't know how to respond.

The effect of the medicine soon came to the fore, Fang Mufeng raised his face and looked at Yan Huanchao with misty eyes.Neither of them spoke, they stared at each other silently for a few minutes, Yan Huanchao raised his palm to cover his eyes, but Fang Mufeng opened his eyes to look at him again as soon as he withdrew his hand.

After so many times, Yan Huanchao laughed and asked him, what else does the young master want?

Being sick is a troublesome thing. Fang Mufeng has always hated being sick, and he doesn't want to be dragged forward by his body.He still has a lot of things to do, so he can't fall down easily.

He still refused to let go of his heart, and still wanted to defend himself: "I'm really nothing, I'm not that fragile."

"If you don't have anything else, let's rest first." Yan Huanchao sat on the side of the bed, his voice was very gentle, "Mu Qiang is a good thing, but don't rush to learn. Before becoming an actor, you are an ordinary person first."