What bad thoughts can a little wolf dog have?

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Whistles and applause came and went in the bar, and the dancing session of the hunk wearing a tight vest appeared, and everyone crowded around the stage to interact with the hunk.

Pei Yijun was about to reply to WeChat when he was bumped by an excited person beside him, and his phone fell to the ground.The moment he picked up the phone, he glanced over and noticed a tall man wearing a peaked cap walking into his sight.

The man raised his head slightly as if he was looking for someone, and because of this, half of his face was exposed from under the hat.

Pei Yijun squinted at the man for a few seconds, and after confirming, he took out his mobile phone and called Ruan Yi.

No one heard.

Under the delusion of whether he was deaf, Pei Yijun went downstairs and walked towards the office through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd.

Knock on the door, no one.

Call, no one.

He pointed the phone's microphone to his mouth, arched his other hand slightly to concentrate the volume, and spoke anxiously.

"Ruan Yi, where are you?"

Even though the tall man was wearing a hat, Pei Yijun still recognized Zhou Sen.

After a year and a half, he reappeared on Ruan Yi's birthday, what on earth is he going to do?Thinking of Ruan Yi's almost inhuman appearance when he broke up in love, Pei Yijun didn't want him to get involved with Zhou Sen again.

He was going to ask the service staff or the bartender, but at this moment, the white door panel was knocked inside.

"Fuck, are you fucking sick?"

"Zhou Sen, what do you mean by being an old lady? When you said you wanted to get married, you threw away our five-year relationship like a rag. Now that you have children, you suddenly told me that you couldn't let go of the past. You thought you had grown roots. Optimus Prime or the Golden Cudgel? I want money and money, I want people, why do you want to pick up men from the garbage dump? Go away, go as far as you can!"

The white door was swung open, and the three people inside and outside the door stared wide-eyed.

Pei Yijun: "..."

He quickly looked at Ruan Yi from top to bottom, and he was relieved when he saw that there was nothing wrong with him except his hair was a little messy.

Zhou Sen was even more miserable, with obvious five fingerprints on half of his fair and handsome face.Seeing Pei Yijun, he put on his hat in embarrassment, turned around and left.

Ruan Yi took out his phone and looked at it, then locked the screen again, "You thought I'd turn around and find it? Don't worry, I haven't put it down yet, but I definitely won't do anything stupid. He thought he had grown a diamond Is it a golden cudgel? While cheating on marriage and having a child, you also want to rekindle your old relationship with me. Pooh!"

Ruan Yi finished cursing with her hips crossed, and opened the door, still not feeling enough, found a perfume from the bathroom as an air freshener "噗嗤, 噗味" and sprayed half a bottle.

Pei Yijun was so smoked that he sneezed.

He took a few steps back, "It's almost twelve o'clock, don't you want to cut the cake?"

"Cut!" Ruan Yi said imposingly, as if what was being cut was not a cake but a scumbag.

After eating the cake, Pei Yijun said hello and left early.Pushing open the door of the bar, the hustle and bustle is blocked.

He took a deep breath.

The southern city is near the sea, and the salty and humid air becomes cool and refreshing under the blowing of the night wind.The ears are quiet, and under the shade of the trees, a few young couples are hugging and kissing each other, whispering, and occasionally there are unknown insects making insects.

Pei Yijun took out his mobile phone and wanted to book a car. When he saw the WeChat chat history on the screen, he remembered that he hadn't replied to Song Fang's news.

He won't really come, can he?

Pei Yijun raised his head subconsciously and looked around.

Not far away, under the slope covered with creepers, there is a low-key pure black Tomahawk parked.

In the dark night, Song Fang's facial features were not very clear, and most of his body was hidden in the shadows.

He was wearing a loose white thin long-sleeved T-shirt, his long legs wrapped in jeans were straight, and a pair of vintage handmade Martin leather boots on his feet elongated the calf line.He leaned against the front of the car with his face sideways, a wisp of light blue smoke drifting from his fingertips.

No wonder there are so many nympho posts about Song Fang in the school's anonymous forum.

Some people standing casually can also become a dazzling landscape.

Almost at the same moment when Pei Yijun looked over, Song Fang raised his eyes lazily.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes raised a frivolous and contemptuous arc, and when they saw someone coming, they suddenly turned into crooked dog eyes.

"elder brother."

Pei Yijun approached and looked at him, "Do you smoke?"

Song Fang immediately extinguished the cigarette, and even raised his hand to slap it in front of him, before saying, "Once in a while."

Song Fang didn't lie, he was never addicted to cigarettes. He smoked a few cigarettes in junior high school to pretend to be cool, but he never touched them again.

This pack of cigarettes was stuffed for him by Wang Yiming today, and he just smoked one because he was bored waiting.

After finishing speaking, he added cautiously: "If you don't like it, I won't smoke it in the future."

Pei Yijun didn't speak.

Song Fang pursed his lips, just as he was thinking self-deprecatingly that their current relationship could not even be considered as a P friend, so Pei Yijun naturally wouldn't answer this question.

"Yeah." Pei Yijun nodded, "Smoking is bad for your health, so it's better to smoke less."

Song Fang looked at Pei Yijun whose ears were red, and his eyes seemed to be lit with two clusters of torches, which were frighteningly bright.

"I'll listen to you."

Pei Yijun kicked the pebbles on the side of the road with the toe of his shoe, as if he had made up his mind, "The motorcycle is so handsome, I've never ridden it before."

Song Fang heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning, immediately took off the helmet and handed it over, "Going for a drive on the beach?"

Pei Yijun, who has followed the rules for 25 years, has never been on a real motorcycle.

But what man doesn't like the thrill of speed?

He sat awkwardly with the helmet on, looking at Song Fang's wide, thin shoulders and thin waist, curled his fingers and curled them up, he hesitated for a while before putting his hands on them.

Feeling the restraint of the people behind him, Song Fang raised the corner of his lips to start the engine.

Amidst the deafening roar, Pei Yijun was forced to lean back, and he instinctively couldn't control his body to move forward to touch Song Fang's back.

Tight, tight fit.

Song Fang almost laughed out loud.

The coastal road in the early morning was empty and lonely, and the tomahawk shot across the winding road like a sharp arrow off the string, and the palm trees on both sides became phantoms.

The tip of the nose is the arrogant smell of fuel, the roar of machinery is in the ear, the vibration of the engine is under the body, and the five senses are filled with the pure acceleration brought by the steel monster.

Stimulate!

The excitement Song Fang brought him!

An adrenaline rush for him! !

Unprecedented excitement! ! !

The rules, framework, and worldly eyes that had been restraining him were blasted open a crack along with the sound of the roaring engine.

At this moment, all he can perceive is the unruly young man in front of him who seems to be shining.

The rubber tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

The helmet was taken off.

Pei Yijun was sweating, and his skin felt a bit cool from the autumn night, but he didn't feel the cold at all, instead his palms were warm.

He gasped for oxygen from the salty sea breeze.

Song Fang raised his hand, and gently scratched back the broken hair that was stuck to his forehead after being soaked in sweat.

Contrary to Song Fang, Pei Yijun has a soft, non-aggressive appearance with a light complexion.However, his bones are beautiful, and his facial features are even more superior.Under the straight nose tip, the beautifully contoured lips are slightly parted, and a little bead in the middle is full, which looks very kissable.

Song Fang's eyes became deeper and deeper.

His hand didn't leave, but passed along the pinna faintly, resting on the vigorous pulse of Pei Yijun's neck.

The skin under the fingertips is delicate and smooth, as fragile as white rice paper, and the light blue lines of snake veins can be faintly seen.

"Brother, I want to kiss you."

Only then did Pei Yijun realize that Song Fang had held his face in his hands at some point.

There is no provocative frivolity, it is cherished, cherished.

His warm breath was ambiguously intertwined, and his thin and tender skin was extremely sensitive, and a thin layer of goose bumps instantly aroused.

Pei Yijun's heart was pounding, and his straight back instantly softened.

He struggled to catch his breath.

Song Fang watched his full lips sinking into his lower lip helplessly and fragilely, his heart softened into a mess.

He couldn't bear to make Pei Yijun uneasy and embarrassed.

Song Fang withdrew his hand, knelt down on one knee slowly in front of Pei Yijun, raised his face, and said in a very gentle voice, "Brother, I know that I am not a person who can give people a sense of security, and I am younger than you. Although I am It doesn't appear to be a problem at all, but you care."

"Brother, do you know what my first impression of you was?"

Pei Yijun followed his topic subconsciously, and thought about it seriously, "Young and mature, boring."

Song Fang pouted childishly, "Wrong answer!

"It's pretty, it's really pretty, how can there be a boy who looks better than me!"

"Isn't it naive? But I really thought so at the time."

Pei Yijun was a little dazed.He remembered that when he saw Song Fang for the first time, the child's face was still immature and green, with black hair, red lips and white teeth.He doesn't like to talk or laugh, he is lazy in everything he does, and "so boring" is written all over his body.People can't be bothered, neither call him brother, nor teacher.

"Later, I felt that you were not only good-looking, but also powerful. The way of thinking about the lectures was more concise and clear than our teacher's, and you also had much more hair than him."

Pei Yijun twitched the corners of his lips.

"Brother, I'm so happy to see you again!" Song Fang looked serious and focused, "Maybe I was born rebellious, I always want to break free from the shackles of the rules and release myself. But you follow the rules, and the rules give you a sense of security. From here In a sense, we are indeed very different people. But the emotion is indeed wonderful, and the diversity of characters cannot prevent it from happening."

"Brother, I'm serious about you."

Pei Yijun looked at the light of the stars falling in Song Fang's eyes, his throat was dry, "I never questioned you."

Song Fang, who was so confident and never afraid of anyone, humbled himself half-kneeling in front of him at this moment, expressed boldly, and showed him a crystal-clear heart.

Pei Yijun's eyes were sore, and he tried to open the shackles of his heart, "I'm just... I'm just a pessimist. You're fine, but I'm not. I don't have the courage, and I'm afraid of the darkness after the brilliant bloom."

"You're fine!" Song Fang held Pei Yijun's gently trembling fingertips with both hands, and wrapped his entire palm together, "Brother, you don't know how good you are. You lack courage, but I do! Let's go together in the darkness after the brilliance." Face it until the next more brilliant bloom."

"You just have to tell me, would you like to try?"

Pei Yijun heard his heartbeat getting stronger and stronger, one after another, hitting the eardrum like a drum.

Self-preservation is instinct, and reason tells him to refuse.Song Fang is too young, eternal love is too scarce, and same-sex love is not acceptable to the public... There are many reasons for this.

But all of them are not worth the still flame that emerges from the ten-thousand-year ice field deep in my heart.

"willing."

Because the object is Song Fang.

Feelings will change, and no one can guarantee anything until the last second to make a conclusion.

I don't believe that the long and long will be the same, and I dare not plunge into it, and I am afraid of paying the price of a lifetime for the short spring.

But this person is Song Fang.

Pei Yijun gave up his last resistance.

Just because he is Song Fang.

So so good Song Fang.

The unique Song Fang.

Can he be braver?