what are you doing

Fang Zeyu smiled for a while, and said solemnly, "Thank you."

"Could you not be disgusting," Ding An suggested, "you can wear this dress tomorrow."

"No," Fang Zeyu refused him, "I want to save it for the New Year."

Ding An smiled, "Then what about your new overcoat? Wear it for the Chinese New Year next year?"

"I didn't want to wear it at first." Fang Zeyu took off the clothes and hung them in the closet, tidying them carefully with his hands. "My mother mailed them to me."

Ding An didn't expect this, so he let out an ah, a little embarrassed.

"Although my mother divorced my father, she still recognizes me as a son." Fang Zeyu closed the cabinet door, "I can't really ignore me at all."

"That's right," Ding An nodded, "What about your dad? Are you coming back here for the Chinese New Year?"

"Back, I will definitely come back during the Chinese New Year." Fang Zeyu said as he opened the door, "Let's go."

The topic changed so suddenly, Ding An was obviously taken aback, and asked him after a while, "Are you driving me away?"

"How can I do that?" Fang Zeyu said with a smile, "I'll treat you to dinner."

"Damn, then don't make it clear," Ding An jumped up and stood up, "I thought you were so heartless that you were going to drive me away as soon as I gave you a gift."

It was not an ordinary cold day, and Ding An was hissing from the cold, feeling like a little match girl.

After entering the hot pot restaurant, it was too hot. I took off two coats to feel cooler, but after eating the hot pot, I was sweating again.

"Have a pot of iced sour plum soup," Fang Zeyu called to the passing waiter, "Please add more ice cubes, thank you."

Ding An took a look at him, and stuffed a piece of hairy belly into his mouth, "You can drink ice from such a hot pot, aren't you afraid of diarrhea?"

"It's too hot for me, I must drink some ice to cool off." Fang Zeyu stuck out his tongue from the heat, and the tip of his nose was covered with sweat.

Ding An's eyes drifted down, and he tried his best not to look at his glistening red tongue, "You can't eat spicy food before you tell me, I would like to order a mandarin duck."

"It's agreed that I'll treat you to dinner, of course it must be according to your taste." Fang Zeyu took a big mouthful of sour plum soup, and finally suppressed the burning sensation on his tongue, "Besides, I don't like spicy food, but I don't like it. Thinking of how powerful the hot pot bottom of this restaurant is, it suddenly exceeded my expectations.”

Ding An laughed, and poured himself a cup of sour plum soup.

Fang Zeyu slapped his hand off, "Mine, don't drink."

"Fuck?" Ding An quickly withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his hand, "Why are you doing this, you agreed to invite me to dinner, and you won't even let anyone drink a glass of water!"

Fang Zeyu laughed again and again, "I'm sorry, there is an extra charge for drinks."

"Damn it," Ding An patted the table, almost knocked the cup down, and quickly reached out to help him, "You really don't deserve it at all, I gave you such an expensive dress, you treat me to dinner You won't even let me drink water?"

"In this way, I seem to be a little too much." Fang Zeyu put his hand on his chin and thought.

Ding An quickly added, "It's too much."

"Okay then," Fang Zeyu nodded, raised his hand and called a waiter, "Please have a big bowl of ice cream, a can of yellow peaches, and another fruit."

"Beer or Coke?" It was Ding An who asked this question.

Ding An was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Then have a Coke." Fang Zeyu closed the menu and said to the waiter.

"Wait a minute!" Ding An quickly reached out to stop him, "Brother, are you alright? Am I a cow with four stomachs? How can I eat so much if I order so much?"

"Aren't I afraid that you think I'm stingy?" Fang Zeyu looked at him with his chin propped up.

In the end, Ding An only ordered one piece of ice cream, and everything else was refunded.

Fang Zeyu was afraid that he would say that he was not mean enough, so he insisted on ordering an extra serving of fruit after eating the hot pot, which made Ding An vomit.

There was an earth-shattering sound of vomiting in the bathroom. Ding An leaned on the wall with his hands, tears streaming down his face.

"Drink some water and rinse your mouth." Fang Zeyu handed him a glass of water and rubbed his back.

Ding An took a big gulp of the water, shook his head and spat it out.

Finally feeling comfortable, he rubbed his stomach and squatted on the ground, accusing Fang Zeyu with his fingers, "I'll never go out to eat with you again, you just want to murder me!"

"Do you want to inherit your few properties?" Fang Zeyu squatted in front of him, and wiped his face with his hands.

Ding An was in pain from being rubbed, and his whole face wrinkled, "You don't think it's dirty!"

"Then what should I use to wipe it for you?" Fang Zeyu got up and washed his hands, "The clothes on me are also quite expensive."

Ding An clicked his tongue.

It was almost dark when he left the hot pot restaurant, and his freshly washed face was sore and dry from the wind. He rubbed his face and quickly put his hands back into his pockets.

Hiss, cold.

Fang Zeyu glanced at him, and suddenly went into a cosmetics store on the street.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Ding An looked at his disappearing back with a dazed expression, "I—fuck."

This person belongs to the snake, he got into it in a flash.

He stood at the door and waited for a while, thinking whether he should take a taxi home first, when Fang Zeyu came out.

"What did you do?" Ding An asked.

Fang Zeyu didn't answer him, he opened the things in his hand, took out a handful, and wiped Ding An's face.

"Hey, cool, cool, cool!" Ding An was shocked by the ice, "What is this?"

"Moisturizer." Fang Zeyu wiped off the patch on his face, and dug out a new one.

This time, he put it in his hands for a while before applying it, "Your face is too dry, and it's easy to get hurt by the wind."

Ding An closed his eyes and let him wipe his face. After being silent for a while, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Can you be gentle?"

"I didn't use any force," Fang Zeyu said lightly, "Does it hurt?"

It doesn't hurt.

Ding An opened his eyes suddenly, it really didn't hurt at all, but why was his face so hot?

It wasn't rubbed by Fang Zeyu, so why did he feel his face was so hot that it was about to explode, as if he had followed a steamer.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red?" Fang Zeyu withdrew his hand, "Could it be an allergy?"

It's really useless, he looked at his hands, and thought that Ding An's skin must be too thin, and it turned red when he rubbed it.

"No, it's okay," Ding An pressed his chest, "It doesn't hurt now."

He felt his heart beating fast.

Don't fucking jump!

Jumping faster and faster, it won't explode and die if it goes on like this?

Ding An turned around and took two deep breaths, the cold air entering his body calmed him down a lot.

The phone suddenly vibrated, it was a message from Man Yi.