What bad thoughts can a little wolf dog have?

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"willing."

At this moment, Pei Yijun felt like taking off his armor with ease.

He seemed to have made the most incredible yet courageous decision of his life.

Fascination and attraction finally defeated retreat and rationality, he willingly jumped into the hunting net that Song Fang opened for him, and was captured.

No matter what the result is, at this moment, Pei Yijun is frank from the inside out.

Everything goes my way.

"elder brother."

Song Fang jumped up.

He wanted to restrain himself a little, but he couldn't suppress the curvature of the corners of his lips and the corners of his eyes.

Since his rebirth, every time he thinks of Pei Yijun who died unexpectedly early in his previous life, Song Fang feels regretful beyond measure.If he could face his sexuality calmly, if he could stay in China, wouldn't all this happen?

Thank God for giving him the opportunity to make up for it all over again.

Song Fang suddenly bent down to support Pei Yijun's thigh and hugged him upright.Suddenly losing his center of gravity, Pei Yijun subconsciously grabbed his neck and struggled gently.

"Brother, is what you said true? There won't be a but behind it, right?"

Song Fang's breathing was very unsteady, as if he had just run 1000 meters, and his voice was overflowing with joy.

Pei Yijun didn't move.

Song Fang's unique clear breath, mixed with a hint of tobacco, is pure and lustful.And he was very strong, supporting himself firmly.

Pei Yijun's chin slowly rested on Song Fang's shoulder, rubbed his face against his warm neck, and said solemnly: "Song Fang, I like you too."

From childhood to adulthood, I don't know how many people have confessed their love to Song Fang.Never before had he been able to give him such a huge impact, as if his soul was boiling like molten lava, and the huge ecstasy was like a wave that overwhelmed him.

"Brother, brother, take your phone from my pocket, I'm going to record what you said just now, so that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I won't think it was a dream."

Like a child who is rewarded, he is afraid that he will not count the next day.

Pei Yijun bit his neck with his lips and rubbed it lightly.

Song Fang shut up.

A gnawing itch quickly spread.

Feeling Song Fang's stiffness, Pei Yijun raised his head and supported his shoulders to back off a little.

"Did it hurt you?"

Because of his posture, Pei Yijun is slightly taller than Song Fang.The child pursed his lips and remained silent, his dark peach eyes were like the unfathomable abyss of the universe.

He raised his head and rubbed the place where he had bitten just now, "I'm sorry, I..."

next second.

He was kissed on the neck.

It is said to be a kiss, but it is actually more accurate to suck and bite.

Panting and scorching breath sprayed on the skin, the pain and trembling made Pei Yijun instinctively raise his head, the line of his neck was stretched and slender, and his fingertips were burning hot.

Physiological tears were forced out, Pei Yijun's whole body went limp, and he begged for mercy in a hoarse voice, "Song, Song Fang."

The alcohol that he drank at night seemed to ferment again. Pei Yijun never imagined that he was so sensitive.Just being kissed on the neck, the body gave such a violent reaction.

Song Fang stopped obediently.

That night he discovered how soft and easy to push Pei Yijun down.

Feeling the tingling pain on his neck disappear, Pei Yijun collapsed on Song Fang's shoulders as if he had no bones, clutched his clothes loosely, and took a deep breath.

Song Fang brushed the end of Pei Yijun's red eyes with his fingertips, licked the wetness of his fingertips, and said in a calm voice, "Brother, do you want to kiss?"

The bewitching and ambiguous tone caused ripples in the surrounding air.

Pei Yijun shrank his neck.

Song Fang didn't let him go, licked the tip of his nose without making any further movements, "Do you want it?"

Too...too foul!

Pei Yijun stared blankly like a frightened bunny.

Song Fang raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were dark, and he waited patiently.

Pei Yijun took a deep breath, closed his eyes suddenly, and said tremblingly, "Yes!"

The aroma of coffee beans wafted away, and Pei Yijun took the coffee cup to the window and opened the curtains.The sky was gloomy, and there was an annoying drizzle of rain.

Pei Yijun felt in a good mood.

The memory of the kiss last night seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, hazy.

He just remembered that they kissed for a long, long time.

His legs were so weak and his head was dizzy, he rested in Song Fang's arms with half-closed eyes for a long time.Song Fang gently followed his back, his brows and eyes were full of laziness after being satisfied...

The WeChat alert sounded, and Pei Yijun picked up the phone from the table.

[Fang: Good morning!Please sign for today's boyfriend (*▽*)]

Because Pei Yijun has never thought of coming out in reality other than going gay.Yesterday Song Fang offered to keep their relationship secret until he could accept it.

Song Fang seems to be careless and doesn't care about anything, but in some respects, he is delicate and considerate.He respects and tolerates himself as much as possible.

Pei Yijun is frankly a pessimist, and Song Fang is like a gentleman in love, raising his hand to say OK, it’s okay, don’t feel pressured, and he won’t simply and rudely peel it off until Pei Yijun has enough confidence and sense of security. His protective armor.

[moonlight: Good morning boyfriend, remember to eat breakfast! 】

Song Fang locked the phone lock screen on the table, scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge with little water in the clear soup, and put it into his mouth.

Wang Yiming took a bite of the crunchy and yellowish Roujiamo filled with fat and thin stewed meat, looked at the person opposite him and said strangely: "Are you really weird lately? A bowl of millet porridge that is so clear that it can be seen in a mirror can actually taste the same. I can eat it, and since last night, I feel so good!"

Song Fang looked at the fresh meat dumplings, luxurious pancakes and fruits, and eight-treasure porridge on Wang Yiming's dinner plate, and felt that millet porridge was even more tasteless.He took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, leaned back in his chair, "Eat yours, the spiritual life of us married people is unimaginable for single dogs like you!"

Wang Yiming: "...You don't discriminate against us singles for a day, you don't feel at ease? Wait, what did you just say?"

Song Fang, who has been out of the order for less than 24 hours, smiled happily, "You heard me right."

Wang Yiming's pupils trembled, "Insane, inhuman, shameless!"

Damn, wouldn't he bet that the 22 yuan that Song Fang couldn't fire the first shot at the age of 20 was in jeopardy?

Song Fang Shi Shiran stood up, "I wish you a happy anatomy class today, let's go."

Wang Yiming stepped on the lowest score line of Nantah University and transferred to the Department of Veterinary Medicine. Today he will have his first anatomy class.

"Damn Song Fang, I'm fucking you!"

It rained all day, and in the evening it was thunderstorm and strong wind. Pei Yijun took out his mobile phone to type.

[moonlight: Dinner is almost ready, the rain is getting heavier, have you brought an umbrella?Why don't you go back to the dormitory and I'll order a takeaway for you? 】

Song Fang has already finished class, and replied in seconds: [Even if there is a knife in the sky, I will come too^_^]

【Brother~ I can eat less, don’t dislike me QAQ】

Sure enough, he is a good at acting like a baby, and he is acting like a baby again.

A soft smile appeared in Pei Yijun's cold eyes, he put down his phone, took the blanched pork belly out of the pot and put it in ice water to cool it down.

Song Fang has a strong taste, so he will definitely like twice-cooked pork.

Freshmen have evening self-study, and points will be deducted for a certain number of absenteeism, so Song Fang usually arrives at 05:30 at the latest, but today is late.

Just when Pei Yijun was about to call and ask, the doorbell rang.

Song Fang was wet from head to toe.

The thin white T-shirt was completely soaked, tightly clinging to his chest, revealing the color of flesh.The blue wide-striped shirt was rolled into a ball and held in his hand, water droplets trickled down, forming a puddle of water stains on the dry floor under his feet.

Pei Yijun turned to let people in, and ran to the bathroom to get a towel.

"Why are you wet?"

"Don't you have an umbrella?"

"I'll make you some ginger soup, or you'll catch a cold."

Song Fang was covered in water, afraid of dirtying the floor, so he stood in the porch without moving.His eyes followed Pei Yijun all the time, listening to his nagging, and smelling the aroma of food in the air, he had an inexplicable illusion that they had been in love for many years.

Something warm and hot in the chest quietly exploded, ironing his muscles and bones that had been blown through by the cold wind from the inside out.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Song Fang bent his eyes, "I won't catch a cold, I'm in good health."

He's not an iron man, no matter how good his physical fitness is, he can't be drowned.Pei Yijun gave him a rare look, and was about to ask him why he kept holding the wet clothes with gold ingots inside, when he suddenly saw the blue striped shirt move in a ball.

Pei Yijun: "..." He must not be dazzled.

"Meow!"

"Meow!"

Two soft, milky and cute meows echoed in the room.

Song Fang put the shirt on the ground, "On the way I came, I found a female cat who had been hit by a car and died. They were meowing next to their mother, and they couldn't open their eyes because of the rain."

The little ones were just over a month old, lying on the spot wet and shivering.

No one can resist Fuzzy, especially the poor little one who just lost his mother's protection.Pei Yijun took out another large bath towel from the bathroom, held the two little ones in his arms and dried them carefully.

Mao Tuanzi kept uttering a milky "meow", which melted people's hearts.

"The dormitory can't keep them. Can I put them here with you today, and I'll send them home tomorrow?"

Thinking of Song Fang's current relationship with his family, Pei Yijun replied without much hesitation: "It's okay, you can let me stay here forever. Originally, I also felt that my family was deserted and wanted to raise a small animal."

I wanted to raise a dog before, but I didn't expect two kittens to fall from the sky.

The sentence "Then why don't you adopt me as well?" almost slipped out of Song Fang's mouth, and he gently rubbed Mao Tuanzi's head with his index finger enviously.

"I picked them up. How can you suffer alone? I will raise them with you."

In addition to responsibility, it is another good excuse to increase the chances of meeting Pei Yijun.Song Fang felt that good intentions were rewarded.

Drying the kitten with a hair dryer, and wrapping the two little cats in a big blanket, Pei Yijun raised his eyes and was about to speak, when Song Fang crossed his hands on the hem of the soaked T-shirt, raised his hand and took it off.

The young and beautiful body was revealed unexpectedly, it was a face-to-face crit!

Song Fang wiped his body with a towel, caught a glimpse of Pei Yijun staring blankly, "What's wrong?"

Pei Yijun quickly lowered his eyelashes, and tried to use his usual flat tone to say: "It's okay, you... go and wash it, it's uncomfortable to be wet."

Song Fang was keenly aware of the tension in Pei Yijun's voice. Guessing something, he raised his brows lightly and said loudly, "It's okay. I don't like to wear dirty clothes after taking a shower."

He continued to wipe his hair with a towel, and he was actually observing Pei Yijun through the cover of the towel.Seeing him frowning and pursing his lips, with dimples on his cheeks looming, he hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "You can wear mine first, and the clothes will be ready in the dryer for an hour."

Of course Song Fang hit the snake with the stick, not even being polite, "Then thank you brother."

When Pei Yijun turned to look for clothes, Song Fang glanced at the bathtub on the floor of the bedroom, and thought: I must wash here next time.

Red-brown ginger soup is boiled in the sky-blue enamel milk pot. The obvious spicy smell wafts in the kitchen, and the soup spoon is mechanically stirred in the pot.

Pei Yijun was completely absent-minded.

It may be the first time that I have been greatly satisfied physically. The clips about that night were continuously added with memory filters, and it became an extreme joy engraved in the bottom of my heart.

Now, the person who disturbed him was still taking a bath at his house.

After buying the house, although he found a decoration company, Pei Yijun still personally participated in the whole process of supervising the pre-design and post-construction.From hard decoration to soft decoration, from entrance cabinet to bathtub are all carefully selected by him.

Almost 100% agreeable.

At this moment, he felt that the design of his bathroom with transparent ends and frosted glass in the middle was a bit embarrassing.

The sound of rushing water, accompanied by steaming heat, was clearly transmitted along with Song Fang's every move.

He was so tall that the frosted glass in the bathroom just covered his tight chest muscles.With just one glance, the image of Song Fang raising his head and closing his eyes to flush was imprinted in Pei Yijun's mind.

After that, a complete picture spontaneously associates uncontrollably in my mind.

He is the body of Song Fang.

Even with all kinds of excuses, he cannot deny that the kid Song Fang has grown up in his aesthetics from head to toe.

He can drink well. He was drunk a few times before and still insisted on going home by himself.

Why not that night.

Just because he met Song Fang.

"Brother, is the ginger soup ready?"

The sudden sound pierced through the eardrums, and Pei Yijun was startled, and let go of the spoon and smashed it to the ground.

"Don't move, I'll pick it up."

The crisp sound of broken porcelain brought Pei Yijun back to his place, and he immediately squatted down to pick up the broken spoon, "It's okay, I'll do it."

As he said that, he quickly picked up half, and then without thinking about it, the inspector stretched his arm between Song Fang's feet and touched the other half.

At the same time, Song Fang also squatted down.

Unbiased, he touched Pei Yijun's arm.

Both are a meal.

Pei Yijun: "..."

Song Fang: "."

Song Fang was more than one size bigger than Pei Yijun, so he found his loosest set of pajamas for Song Fang to wear.

Made of pure cotton, a T-shirt on the upper body and trousers on the lower body.

Song Fang usually likes to play basketball and keep fit. Year-round sports have made his hip line firm and upright. This pair of light gray trousers is stretched out quite full.

After squatting down, the superior talent in front was also revealed without a doubt.

Moreover, this talent lies on Pei Yijun's thin wrist.

Pei Yijun felt that he was about to die in place.

What kind of large-scale social death scene is this?

He drank soy milk into his head in the morning to do this, right?

Song Fang didn't expect this little accident to happen.

Embarrassment is indeed a bit embarrassing, but he has a thick skin, watching Pei Yijun turn red from face to neck, and his whole body is like a boiling kettle bubbling steam.

He pulled one lip and smiled.

Song Fang deliberately didn't get up, and even pressed down.Pei Yijun was immersed in the brainstorm of "who am I, where am I, and what am I doing", and all three souls ran away from home.

Half a minute later, Pei Yijun came to his senses, withdrew his hand in a panic, and put his back behind him.