what are you doing

"Almost fell asleep," Fang Zeyu groped to insert the latch, and turned on the switch, "I was mentally frozen."

Ding An threw him a set of pajamas and put on another set, "Are you not drunk?"

No movement.

He looked back and found that this guy was grabbing his pajama pants and putting his head on his head, and his head got into half of his pants leg and got stuck.

Ding An opened his mouth halfway, watching him for a long time without saying a word.

"Why is the neckline so tight?" Fang Zeyu said while struggling.

Ding An was stunned for a moment, then burst out into a maniacal laugh. While coughing out of breath, he took out his phone and snapped several photos, "Fang Zeyu, you are so fucking stupid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zeyu suddenly stopped moving.

Just sitting on the bed in a daze like this, with pajama pants on his head, if someone suddenly came to open the door at this time, he would be startled.

Ding An put the phone back on the bedside in confusion, and called out to him, "Old Yu, what are you doing?"

Still not moving.

Fuck, Ding An was a little scared suddenly, stared at him vigilantly for a while, then walked over slowly and stretched out a finger to touch his shoulder, "Can you stop being scary, brother, talk."

Fang Zeyu turned his head sharply.

A face deformed by the cloth suddenly appeared in front of Ding An.

"Hey, lying on the grass!" Feeling the hairs on his tail stand all the way to the back of his head, he stretched out his big palm subconsciously and yelled at it.

There was a snap, crisp and loud.

Ding An didn't react until he slapped him, and hurriedly went to see Fang Zeyu's situation.

Fang Zeyu was slapped down on the bed by him, lying motionless.

"Are you okay, old Yu?" Ding An stretched out his hand and pulled off the pajama pants that covered his head, only to find that the left half of Fang Zeyu's face was slightly swollen and darker.

Fang Zeyu closed his eyes, not sure if he was asleep or passed out.

"No, I'll wipe it." Ding An felt a little guilty, and touched his left cheek with the back of his hand, "Why is it so hot, hey, wake up."

Ding An yelled a few times, then reached out and shook his shoulder, but Fang Zeyu remained motionless.

"Fuck, are you dizzy?" Ding An panicked, took a deep breath and shouted, "Mom—"

If you have a problem, the law of finding your mother has never been successful.

After Ding An yelled a few times, there was a knock on the door.

"What are you doing?" Man Yi's voice came from outside the door, "Why don't you sleep at night?"

Ding An hurriedly jumped out of bed and opened the door, and pulled Man Yi in, "Mom, take a look at Fang Zeyu, he seems to have been fainted by my fan."

Man Yi was startled when he heard that, and stretched out his hand to pinch him, "You and little turtle, you are bullying again!"

"No, it's really not me bullying him this time." Ding An was pinched by her and hid everywhere, "Oh my mother! You should hurry up and see what's going on with him first."

Man Yi murmured and scolded him, and leaned closer to look at Fang Zeyu, "Oh, this blushing, how many bottles should he drink?"

"Three bottles." Ding An said.

"It's only three bottles. This little elm is really not good at drinking." Man Yi stretched out his hand and gently stroked Fang Zeyu's face to examine it carefully. After a while, he frowned. Come out."

"The left side of my face," Ding An reminded him, "looks a little swollen."

"It's a little bit," Man Yi asked him, "How hard are you doing?"

"It's not very strong." Ding An coughed twice, a little embarrassed, "The main reason is that there is still a layer of pajama pants."

"Pajama pants?" Man Yi turned to look at him, with a little more playfulness in her eyes, "You two are having a good time."

Ding An rubbed his forehead, cursing Fang Zeyu in his heart.

Put pajama pants on the smelly Shabi on the head.

What about the young daughter-in-law, whose young daughter-in-law is so stupid, stupid and stupid.

Man Yi waited and went out to get some ice cubes.

Ding An picked up the pajamas that fell on the floor, planning to change Fang Zeyu's clothes now.

"Hands up, old Shabby." Ding An lifted his head and took off his shirt, exposing his thin waist to the air, and a thin layer of goose bumps appeared.

Fuck, Ding An looked at him and cursed.

This guy has abs and a fucking six pack.

He took a deep breath, tightened his stomach, and stretched out his hands to feel it up and down.

Very flat and tight.

Why, why!

It's not that I don't exercise, and I often do abdominal crunches, so why don't I have a single abdominal muscle.

Ding An sighed, and ripped off Zeyu's pants with hatred.

It was a bulging ball, like a small hillock.

"Ah!" Ding An's ears instantly turned red, and he turned his head to cover his eyes.

Don't dare to look, don't dare to look.

After covering it like this for a while, Ding An watched and opened the two slits with his fingers, and peeked through the inside.

A pair of black eyes were looking at him unblinkingly.

"I'll go!" Ding An shouted and took two steps back.

Fang Zeyu froze for a moment, frowned and asked him hoarsely, "Are you going to fuck me?"

Ding An's face flushed instantly, even his neck was flushed red, and he said incoherently, "You mother, talk about it, what are you talking about, I'm stupid!""

He danced and danced, "You fucking look like five people and six people. I didn't expect, I didn't expect that your thoughts are so dirty!"

"?" Fang Zeyu tilted his head, a big question mark appeared in his head.

"Don't be so fucking cute! Go soak the pig cage!" Ding An shouted.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Ding An jumped like a cat whose hair has exploded.

"My mother is back!" He lowered his voice and roared, "Put on the fucking pants!"

Fang Zeyu lifted the quilt and got in, pulled the quilt until only half of his face was left, and stared at Ding An.

……Fine.

The door opened, and Man Yi stood outside holding a pack of ice.

Seeing Ding An's appearance, he was startled, "Old son, why are you becoming a monkey?"

"No, no," Ding An stopped Man Yi, who was about to enter the door, "Mom, go do your work first, I'll just apply it to him."

Ding An took the towel and was suddenly pricked by something.

He hissed, and opened the towel to see that the two ice ribs had been broken into pieces and wrapped in the towel.

Ding An couldn't believe it, no wonder his hands were pricked, not to mention the towel, his skin would be pierced even if he put it on his face.

"Mom, where did you get the ice?" Ding An asked.

"On the beam," Man Yi stretched out his hand and said, "This is a gift from nature, thank him quickly."

"Thank you, Uncle Nature."

After sending Man Yi away, Ding An picked out the sharp ends of the ice ribs and threw them into the trash can.

Fang Zeyu was still lying on the bed, staring at him without blinking. Seeing Ding An looking at him, he grabbed the quilt tightly and lifted it up.

"What are you staring at? Am I that good-looking?" Ding An sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down the quilt to expose Fang Zeyu's entire face, "Put your face over."