what are you doing

Ding An was not a fool, no matter how dull he was, he would be a fool if he couldn't feel Fang Zeyu's thoughts for him at this point.

But, it's really comfortable...

Especially when seeing Fang Zeyu's forbearing expression.

How should I put it, part of his pleasure came from his body, and part of it came from Fang Zeyu's expression at that time.

It's really... astringent.

It's over, Ding An felt that he was finished, and he fell into it.

"Let's chat for a while." Fang Zeyu suddenly raised his head and looked at him and said.

Ding An's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, he suddenly raised his eyes to stare at Fang Zeyu, his eyes were full of disbelief.

What to talk about?

what day?

I've got my pants off and you're telling me this?Fang Zeyu, what kind of man are you?

Ding An gritted his teeth, staring at him in the darkness with bright eyes.

Fang Zeyu couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"I said, what are you thinking? Don't you want to chat with me?" Fang Zeyu's voice was very soft, "Or do you want to do something else?"

Ding An panicked all of a sudden, Fang Zeyu's eyes seemed to have magical powers, and he could easily see through his thoughts.

What happened? He seemed impatient.

He felt like a lamb who strayed into the territory of the wolf tribe by mistake, and was severely clamped down by the vicious wolf king. While leaning down to smell the sheep smell on him, the wolf king asked him in a low voice if he liked to be Braised or steamed.

How to do?

Ding An's eyes fluttered nervously, and out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Fang Zeyu's book on the bedside table.

It was "One Hundred Years of Solitude", the one Fang Zeyu read just now.

With an idea, Ding An flipped Fang Zeyu away, reached out for the book on the bedside table, leaned on the bedside and opened a page casually, and began to read.

It was so dark that I couldn't make out half a word, and I didn't even know whether to hold it or not.

Fang Zeyu was taken aback by his action, raised his hand and turned on the switch of the lamp, "Are you reading at this time?"

The incandescent light illuminated half of the room, and Ding An was blinded by the light.

Fortunately, it didn't take the opposite...

He read it aloud.

"The news of the arrest of Colonel Aureliántuan came especially in Macondo. 'He's alive,' said Josuna to her husband. 'May the enemy have mercy on him.'"

"...Usuna," Fang Zeyu corrected him, and then reached out to dim the light a bit, "Do you still want to read at this late hour?"

Ding An got stuck, and the temperature on his cheeks, which had finally dropped a little, quickly became hot again.

"'She cried, and ran to tell her husband the news. 'I don't know how this miracle happened, but he's alive, and we'll see him soon.'"

Fang Zeyu finally couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

Little classmate Ding An's reaction to this kind of thing is always so cute.

Want to bully him to death.

"Stop reading, it's not good for your eyes so late," Fang Zeyu said.

Look at me, look at me, I look good.

Fang Zeyu yelled in his heart, and stretched out his hand to open the book in Ding An's hand and put it on the table.

Ding An's hand suddenly became empty, which made him a little at a loss. After thinking for a moment, he got into the bed decisively, pulled the quilt over and covered it directly to the top of his head.

"Go to sleep." Ding An said.

Sleep now?Run away after flirting, little classmate Ding An.

"Okay," Fang Zeyu nodded and said, "Master An, move over to the side, you're taking my place."

Ding An, Gu Yong, Gu Yong, Gu Yong returned to his seat and did not move.

Fang Zeyu couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and turned off the desk lamp, "Okay, let's go to sleep."

Then it rolled to the ground with a plop.

"Fuck!" Ding An was startled, jumped up from the bed and looked at him, "What's wrong with you!?"

Fang Zeyu lay on the ground, with both hands supporting the floor, his feet and body formed a parallel line, and then pressed down hard, doing push-ups.

"...You are sick," Ding An exhaled, and touched his beating heart. He thought Fang Zeyu fell off the bed, and almost wanted to call someone, "What are you doing push-ups in the middle of the night? ah?"

"Exercise and strengthen your physique. You can read in the middle of the night. I can't exercise in the middle of the night?"

Fang Zeyu said while doing it, breathing steadily, if you don't pay attention to his movements, you can't tell that he is doing push-ups at all.

Ding An's retort was stuck in his mouth and he couldn't get it out. Fuck, what is this? The two of them stayed up after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Fang Zeyu did it more than 20 times in a row, his forehead was a little sweaty, and the breath out of his nose gradually became thicker.

Ding An was stunned, this man's physical strength is too good, no wonder he has such a good figure, he has abdominal muscles at a young age.

He quietly put his hand under the quilt and pinched his waist, and then pinched his arm.

Tsk, loose, not strong at all.

"How many push-ups can you do?" Ding An asked.

"About 1 per minute." Fang Zeyu got up and stretched his arms after finishing the last one, and started to do abdominal crunches. "Sometimes I can do more than 35."

More than 40... Really awesome.

"Then how did you develop your abdominal muscles?" Ding An asked again, "Sit-ups?"

"Abdominal crunches and body rotations, practice a few sets a day, and you will be able to do it after a long time." After stretching, Fang Zeyu went to the bathroom to wash his face, then climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt, raised his hand and turned off the lamp, "Sleep Bar."

"Oh." Ding An found a comfortable position and closed his eyes. The people around him were warm, which made him a little eager to try.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you tomorrow morning and tomorrow night," Fang Zeyu leaned closer to face him, reached into Ding An's pajamas and touched his waist, "But you're doing well, You don’t have to go after abs.”

Thin and smooth, soft and elastic, comfortable to the touch.

"Hey!" Ding An was suddenly pinched by him, and subconsciously twisted his waist to dodge.

"No," he quickly turned around to face Fang Zeyu, "You have to teach me, I want to have abs too."

"Okay," Fang Zeyu readily agreed, "but I have a request."

"What?" Ding An asked.

"It's nothing," Fang Zeyu said, "It's just that when I teach you, you have to listen to me, and you do what I tell you to do."

Ding An thought for a while, and it didn't seem too much, so he nodded and agreed.

"You're so good," Fang Zeyu closed his eyes in satisfaction and raised the corners of his mouth, putting his left hand on Ding An's waist. "come over."

"Huh? Why?" Ding An didn't understand.

Fang Zeyu slowly tightened his arms and rubbed his head, his lazy voice was slightly hoarse.

"Cuddle you to sleep."