What bad thoughts can a little wolf dog have?

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In the dormitory, unsurprisingly, the three roommates were disheveled and wearing tank tops and shorts, sitting in front of the computer and eating takeaway while perseveringly performing the gourd baby saving grandpa.

Song Fang felt that the feng shui in their dormitory was not good, or why were they all single except him?

Wang Yiming's third-level head was blown off by someone, and he crawled all over the ground to hide behind the bunker, "Fuck, there are people behind."

Bang bang bang!

A few seconds later, Du Yuanhang and Xie Lin were also hit.

Wang Yiming was forced to die.

After being put in a sack to receive the courier, he angrily pulled off the earphones, "Eat and eat, lose one more game and lose your appetite."

Song Fang leaned against Wang Yiming's desk and sighed, "Hey, why?"

Wang Yiming bit his ribs and raised his head, inexplicably said: "Why?"

Song Fang looked pitifully, "There are cat movies for cats, why would anyone want to be a dog?"

Wang Yiming reacted for a few seconds, and spat out his bones with a "bah", "Song Fang, are you fucking human?"

Song Fang moved his knuckles and made a "click" sound, "What do you think?"

The shadow of being pushed to the ground and beaten violently when he was a child made Wang Yiming immediately cower, and he raised his hands in surrender.

Du Yuanhang let out a "fuck" and scolded with a smile: "Mingming, can't you have some backbone?"

Wang Yiming glared at him, "You have no backbone under the absolute power, so it's not good to live, brother."

Du Yuanhang put away the finished lunch box, "Boss Song, you can really do it. You sprinkle dog food in front of us every day to show your affection, why didn't you dance with your girlfriend last night, and instead used the school grass as a shield. You don't know , you both have fanfiction in the forum, won't your girlfriend be jealous if she finds out?"

Except for the three roommates in the school, no one knew that Song Fang had a relationship.When it came out last night, the CP party raised its arms and shouted "the cabinet door is broken", and several fanarts exploded in the forum this morning.

Song Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, "He won't."

After speaking, I took my clothes and went to take a shower.

The bathroom door was closed, and Du Yuanhang had an incomprehensible expression, "What do you think Boss Song is doing? He protects his girlfriend so tightly that a good relationship has turned into an affair."

Wang Yiming's brows were all frowned, "I can't understand the operation yesterday. Could it be that Cinderella and the rich young master who are not from the right family and the wrong family in the bloody TV series my mother watched?"

After Xie Lin took the last mouthful of Huajia powder, he stood up and took a deep look at Du Yuanhang and Wang Yiming, who were getting farther and farther from the answer, and shook his head and sighed.

Two true cosmic straight men!

But if he didn't live in the same dormitory with Song Fang, he wouldn't have imagined that the cold and indifferent senior colonel grass and stomping feet would make the young master of the Song family in Nancheng shudder [-] out of [-] gay? !

Following this line of thought can explain why Song Fang's "girlfriend" has always been mysterious, and they have never seen a real person.It can also explain the ecstatic dance of the two chefs that nearly paralyzed the entire NTU forum last night.

Loving someone's eyes is not deceiving.

It's just that almost everyone didn't believe that these two people were gay, they all thought it was a trick of straight men.

Pei Yijun has been very busy these days.I spend at least ten hours in the laboratory every day, and I have to prepare lesson plans when I get home.Even feeding Zhongfen and Tachibana Jiro and shoveling shit every day is done by Song Fang.

On the 7th, he finally arrived home before the sun set.

The fiery red crayfish were soaked in soup and squeezed together and placed on the dinner plate...Original, garlic, spicy, thirteen spices, chilled and drunk, Song Fang ordered a full five catties.

It is also the most expensive crayfish restaurant in the surrounding area. A dinner costs about 900 yuan.

Pei Yijun felt a pain in his heart.

He shouldn't have said he wanted to eat crayfish yesterday.

Although Song Fang wagged his tail on the second day of confirming the relationship and admitted that he had been pretending to be poor, the purpose was to attract his attention and sympathy.But it is true that Song Fang and his family are in a stalemate and their financial resources are limited.

Hey, falling in love is too expensive these days.

He couldn't tell Song Fang that next time we should eat the crayfish buffet at the gate of the school. The cheap big bowl is just small shrimps, which are not as fresh.After all, Song Fang has had the best food, clothing, housing and transportation since he was a child, let alone suffering.

He's still looking for ways to make more money.

After washing his hands, Pei Yijun was about to put on disposable gloves, but Song Fang took them with a playful smile, "How can I let Mrs. Pei do it myself, I'll do it."

Teacher Xiao Pei was wrong.

With a red face, he pinched Song Fang's arm and said, "Don't bark."

"Why are you screaming? Teacher Xiao Pei will officially go to the podium the day after tomorrow to preach and answer questions. I just let Teacher Xiao Pei get used to it in advance."

Pei Yijun couldn't help but glared at the people around him.

Song Fang laughed out loud.

His boyfriend looks like an angry little goldfish now, not cold or intimidating, but cute and cute.

Song Fang wore a low-key black shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and the muscles of the forearms were strong and not overly stretched.The two buttons on the top have been undone, and the clavicle is faintly exposed under the smooth neckline.

The salivary glands secreted rapidly, and Pei Yijun swallowed his saliva.

Song Fang handed a peeled lobster to his mouth.

Pei Yijun opened his mouth.

Song Fang raised his eyebrows, followed the trend with his fingertips, pressed down gently, and was instantly caught by the soft and warm tongue.

The obvious foreign body sensation made Pei Yijun's eyes widen.

"Brother, are you so hungry?" Song Fang joked with a tense smile.

A young man who has just tasted the taste of love and is full of blood, really can't stand the slightest teasing.This fairly normal sentence made Pei Yijun hear the overtones.

Afterwards, all his attention was focused on how to suppress the grinding sense of emptiness and restless little thoughts, and he didn't even know what the crayfish tasted like.

"elder brother."

Pei Yijun's eyelashes trembled wildly, he pretended to calmly pick up his drink without looking at the people beside him, "Huh?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, the iced and drunk Huadiao wine has a strong smell, do you like it?"

Pei Yijun deliberately changed the subject.

Song Fang took off his gloves, stretched his arms, and before Pei Yijun could react, he touched the tips of his ears with his fingertips.

The itchy and numb feeling made Pei Yijun shrink his neck to avoid it.

In the next second, a hand was tightly wrapped around his waist, and the cold index finger and thumb tip pinched Pei Yijun's thin and tender earlobe, kneading slowly.

"Brother, you are hot and red here."

Song Fang's voice was provocatively frivolous, and he leaned closer, his lips gently rubbing against Pei Yijun's earlobe, "Like an alarm."

Half of Pei Yijun's body was numb, he couldn't move at all, and a thin layer of goose bumps instantly appeared on his sensitive skin.

"What are you thinking, brother?" Song Fang's eyes dimmed, his fingertips scratched Pei Yijun's earlobe in different ways, his voice was low and bewitching, "Tell me, okay, huh?"

Pei Yijun felt that it was difficult to breathe, his hands and feet were stiff, and his heart was beating so loudly that he almost killed himself, but his mouth was disobedient.

"Think...you are pressing me, your sweat, your breath, your voice, your fingers..."

Pei Yijun's voice was completely different from his usual cold and self-made voice, soft and unsteady.

Song Fang felt that he loved him so much, he couldn't help pinching Pei Yijun's chin maliciously, with an obvious sense of oppression.

The man's unique knot trembled slightly, and the warm body temperature between his breaths stained Pei Yijun's auricles.

Lingering, ambiguous.

"Just now? Or do you think about it during the day when you don't see me?"

Pei Yijun wished he could bury his head in the sand like an ostrich. He wanted to escape, but he squeezed his chin twice harder.He lowered his eyelashes and said in a small voice, "Yes, yes."

Song Fang's eyes were as black as the end of the abyss of the universe.

"Brother, keep talking."

"I feel like the most ordinary sponge cake, worrying that I am too mediocre and that you don't like it."

Song Fang's lips rubbed against his soft hair, "Silly brother, don't you know that I like fluffy chiffon cakes the most?"

"Chiffon cake can be added with my favorite orange juice, dried fruit and crushed blueberry sauce, and chocolate mirror. The basics are changeable, just like my brother."

Pei Yijun felt that the affirmation, encouragement, and happiness he had received since he was a child were not as much as being with Song.

Song Fang is like the most beautiful flower in his 25 years of cold and barren life.

"Song Fang."

"Well, I'm here."

"Leaving this room, I will become the 'good student' Pei Yijun and the 'normal person' Pei Yijun in the eyes of that teacher and classmates."

Pei Yijun's voice was very low and soft, mixed with the helplessness of having to hide in front of the world and the resentment of not being accepted by the mainstream.

"Just say what you want from me." Song Fang kissed his eyes, and slowly slid across the tip of the nose, jaw, neck, and earlobes.

"Those marks are gone."

"I want you."

The soft thin quilt covers the young body from top to bottom.The light shines through, reflecting an ambiguous warm color.

Song Fang bit the back of Pei Yijun's neck, "Brother, do you know what this posture is called?"

"...Doggy...style...um...um..."

"Like it?"

"Hi, I like it."

Song Fang had inquired about the basic course of "Nuclear Physics" for nuclear physics majors in advance. The two classes were in the big classroom together, and there was more than enough space without occupying seats in advance.

So, when Young Master Song took Pei Yijun's favorite kumquat and lemon tea to the classroom to listen in, he was shocked by the dark heads in the classroom.

Song Fang took two steps back, looked at the house number and reconfirmed that he had not gone wrong.

The most fucking outrageous thing is that there are many girls.

The nuclear physics major is relatively small in China, and the available employment directions are also narrow.In addition to research institutes, there are mainly nuclear power plants and large-scale state-owned factories and mines that mainly use nuclear technology, and there are also downstream companies such as equipment manufacturing and material supply.Some of them couldn't bear the hardship, so they went directly to study medical physics after taking the postgraduate entrance examination.

Unless a girl is super invincible and loves this major, she will never choose it.

Because of this, there are almost no girls in the Department of Nuclear Physics of Nantah University, and it is a famous monk department.

Today, it can be recorded in the history of the Department of Nuclear Physics.

Song Fang is not a low-key person, he is the focus of everyone wherever he goes.What's more, he swaggered up the stairs from the middle of the classroom.

"My God, I'm too prescient to skip electives today."

"I thought it would be a blessing in my life to be able to listen to the lectures of the heroine of romance novels, but I didn't expect to get a new ABO hero as a gift!"

"One will give lectures, and the other will listen in. This... I dare not think about it anymore."

"Knock it, knock it."

This is the whisper of the girls.

The boys were also excited.

Half the classroom is full of live girls.

How about quality without quantity?The boys who can only cast envious glances at the foreign language department next door every day finally ushered in their own carnival season.

Only Song Fangan sat quietly and indifferently in the second-to-last row of seats, unhappily opening a pair of long legs at will, flipping a black straight liquid pen at his fingertips.

After a while, he stood up and walked out of the classroom.