I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

The second floor of the antique building is brightly lit, that is Bai Yanqing's bedroom.

There is a terrace outside with many pots of expensive Clivia.

There is a wooden ladder on the side of the terrace.

Every time Song Ziyan went up a step, his heartbeat became disordered, and the hand part of the bag had been wrinkled by him.

Song Ziyan came to the door, stood for a while, pinched his palm with Chengquan's fingers, and raised his hand to enter the password.

"Come?" Bai Yanqing was coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

Topless.

Obviously not wiped, water droplets are all over the tense body.

Song Ziyan happened to see a drop of water along the firm abdominal muscles and merge into the narrow mermaid line.

Song Ziyan turned his eyes away, clenched the bag tightly, his ears blushed, and went to the bathroom in silence.

Bai Yanqing raised his lips, took off the bath towel as he walked, and threw it into the basket.

Song Ziyan closed the door and leaned his back against the door panel, his face was hot and his heart was beating heavily.

After a while, Song Ziyan opened the bag and took out the clothes inside.

It was a silk nightgown.

White, as long as the calf.

It was a normal nightgown, but every time he wore it, Bai Yanqing said it was sexy and sexy, so he resisted wearing it.

Song Ziyan made the change, and after a delay of five or six minutes, he finally opened the door.

Bai Yanqing had already arrived on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, with a cigar between his fingers.

Through the rising mist, he looked at the door frame with his hands, and glanced shyly at him, the little beauty in a pure white nightgown showing off her charming figure.

Bai Yanqing raised the corners of his lips, took a puff on his cigar, and called him, "Yanyan, come here."

Song Ziyan scratched the door frame lightly with his fingernails. After a while, he moved slowly, came to the bed, and stood still.

Bai Yanqing didn't urge him, just looked at him with a smile in his eyes, looked him up and down, and then sighed: "Yanyan has really grown up, become..."

He stopped suddenly.

Song Ziyan glanced at him uncomfortably, pinched his fingers, "What?" Bai Yanqing smiled, and flicked the ash into the ashtray: "I'll tell you when I get up."

Song Ziyan was coy and uneasy: "You, you really wouldn't do that kind of thing to me." Bai Yanqing's tone should be natural: "Of course, I have a sense of proportion."

Song Ziyan clenched his fists and stopped procrastinating. The more he procrastinated, the more nervous he became.

He kicked off his shoes, rushed to Bai Yanqing's side with a warm face.

He got into the quilt by himself, as if he felt a little more secure.

Seeing this, Bai Yanqing extinguished the cigar, and covered himself with the thin quilt that opened a corner.

Song Ziyan hurriedly said, "Uncle Yanqing, turn off, turn off the light."

Bai Yanqing followed him and turned it off, leaving only a dim yellow floor lamp on the sofa.

Song Ziyan was much more at ease, but soon, the temperature on his back, the hands on his waist, the quiet smell of pine cigars lingering at the tip of his nose, and the pain behind his waist could not be ignored.

Song Ziyan immediately tensed up: "You..."

He couldn't speak.

Bai Yanqing smiled lowly, buried the tip of his nose into his neck, and took a deep breath audibly.

Song Ziyan trembled, blushed from embarrassment, ducked his head slightly, and whispered: "Don't do anything else." Bai Yanqing didn't listen to the words, and while stroking his stomach, said in a deep magnetic voice: "Yanyan, Do you know what you've become?"

Song Ziyan grabbed his hand: "... I don't know."

Bai Yanqing laughed softly, and whispered in his ear: "You have become... more perverted, you and I look like a male dog, I can't wait to say it." He whispered into Song Ziyan's ear with his breath: "Spring. "

Song Ziyan forgot to stop Bai Yanqing from touching his stomach, turned his head to look at the man who took off his glasses, his red and phoenix eyes were full of smiles.

Song Ziyan was stunned for a while, blushing, and turned his head: "Uncle Yanqing, you, you, stop dubbing those radio dramas..."

Song Ziyan didn't remember Bai Yanqing's 'dirty words' in the morning, and only realized it afterwards.

Bai Yanqing is not a serious dubbing actor, he specializes in dubbing BL novels.

Of course it's nothing, but Bai Yanqing has also written that kind of danmei novels that are not suitable for children.

Song Ziyan didn't know it at first, but he followed him on Weibo, saw his name changed to Qingri Yanyan, went to the homepage to watch, and heard his uncle's terrible radio drama.

Fortunately, many netizens commented: I was killed, good Su, ah ah my husband...

Song Ziyan was ashamed to death, which was obviously wrong.

You see, what a good person has become now.

He also said that he is a male dog. Bai Yanqing was a little surprised: "You know my dubbing? Have you heard of it?"

".You Weibo," Song Ziyan said awkwardly, taking the opportunity to say, "Change your name."

Bai Yanqing smiled and stroked his belly: "Isn't it nice?"

"It doesn't sound good, change it." Song Ziyan grabbed his hand again, "Why do you keep touching my belly?"

"Because," Bai Yanqing smiled lightly, rubbing his stomach with his palm, "You're pregnant."

Song Ziyan was stunned.

"Isn't my baby pregnant here? Why hasn't it been born for more than ten years?" Bai Yanqing touched his ear with the tip of his nose, "Huh? The pregnant woman said something."

? !Song Ziyan blushed and smoked from embarrassment, is Uncle Yanqing crazy?

"I'm not," Song Ziyan pushed his hand, "If you do this again, I'll leave."

"Okay." Bai Yanqing smiled comfortably, holding his hand, "Then, start now?"

Song Ziyan froze for a moment, then nodded with a blushing face.

"turn around."

"...No, just like this."

"It's inconvenient for you to do it backwards," Bai Yanqing played with his fingers, "One minute."

Song Ziyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Then, you use your mobile phone to time the time."

"Yes." Bai Yanqing leaned back, brought the phone, and when he lay down again, Song Ziyan had already turned around, his beautiful face was flushed, and he was ashamed and pitiful.

Ripples appeared in Bai Yan's Qingxin Lake, and he couldn't help thinking, if such a stunner likes him.

Does he really feel disgusted?

"Uncle Yanqing," Song Ziyan moved his head a little towards him, avoiding his eyes, "Let's say it first, I'll just let it go and not do anything else." "Others?"

"For example," Song Ziyan blushed and said with difficulty, "For example, move. Anyway, you understand!"

"Okay, otherwise." Bai Yanqing laughed for a long time as if thinking of something funny, and then said in a low voice, "If you do something else, you might really be pregnant with my child tonight."

? !Song Ziyan was super ashamed: ".I'm a boy!"

"Who knows, what if you can get pregnant?"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Song Ziyan made a gesture to leave.

"Okay, okay," Bai Yanqing smiled leisurely, "Just leave it alone, and I'll clock it."

Song Ziyan's heart tightened suddenly, and he unconsciously grabbed a corner of the nightgown with his hand, which belonged to Bai Yanqing.

"Don't be nervous," Bai Yanqing said in a relaxing voice, but the words were really unpleasant, "Take it as a toy from my uncle."

Song Ziyan's face is super hot, he must be crazy, he doesn't want this kind of toy.

Bai Yanqing was still there saying: "Yanyan, let's see if you like it."

"I don't like it!" Song Ziyan replied without hesitation.

Bai Yanqing laughed.

Song Ziyan was so ashamed that his palms were sweating: "Stop talking, I can do it myself."

"Okay, I won't say."

Song Ziyan was doing psychological construction by himself, so after a minute or two, he felt a sudden panic, stretched out his hand, and touched the tight-fitting nightgown, feeling a little out of order.

Bai Yanqing held his hand and put it on his belt.

Pull lightly.

Song Ziyan's cheeks were flushed, he almost passed away, and almost instinctively wanted to escape.

Bai Yanqing hissed softly, wrapping his palms around his hands.

"Uncle Yan, Uncle Yanqing." Song Ziyan called subconsciously, his voice trembling.

Bai Yanqing wrapped his other arm around his waist and pulled him closer: "Let's have a chat."

Song Ziyan swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yanyan, are you really a straight man?" Bai Yanqing's deep voice was particularly magnetic at the moment.

".Yes," Song Ziyan's mind was so hot that he couldn't think. He just wanted to divert his attention and said without thinking, "I, I have also been in love with 'girls'."

"Really," Bai Yanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he heard Song Ziyan say that other men were more handsome than him during the day, an inexplicable feeling came to his heart again, "When?"

"Just two months ago." Song Ziyan's breathing was unsteady, his hands seemed to be scalded, "Uncle Yanqing, hasn't the time come yet?" What have you been?"

Before Song Ziyan could speak, Bai Yanqing's hand wrapped around him suddenly led him to move: "Did Yanyan let her touch him like this before?"

Song Ziyan was stunned for a moment, and after he realized that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, he was afraid: "No, no, don't. We are online dating." Bai Yanqing's heart suddenly relaxed when he heard this, and he smiled: "So it's online dating."

Song Ziyan nodded, then said fearfully, "Don't do that." "Okay, I won't scare you." Bai Yanqing smiled, rubbing his chin on Song Ziyan's head.

According to him, the two should have broken up, but Bai Yanqing didn't intend to tease him: "Yanyan, then aren't you and I cheating now?"

"How is it?" Bai Yanqing pursed his lips and asked softly, "Is it exciting?"

".We've broken up," Song Ziyan was ashamed, "Stop saying such things."

At this time, the phone timer rang.

Song Ziyan felt as if he was relieved, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't.

Song Ziyan's alarm sounded immediately, he raised his eyes, and met Bai Yanqing's smiling eyes, which were as thick and dark as ink.

"Uncle Yanqing..." Song Ziyan reminded him in a low voice, "It's time." Bai Yanqing let go of his hand, but Song Ziyan hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when Bai Yanqing suddenly turned over and put his hands on his side, covering him.

With this posture, Song Ziyan had a bad feeling, and hurriedly pushed him, trying to escape.

But it can't be pushed, and it's not easy to use force.

Song Ziyan was frightened, tried to keep calm, and said softly: "Uncle Yanqing, you said you would do that kind of thing to me." Bai Yanqing smiled casually: "Yanyan, you are also a man, you think what a man says on the bed is credible ?"

Song Ziyan's head buzzed, he struggled hard, and bent his feet to push him.

Bai Yanqing pressed down, easily grasped his fidgeting hands with one hand, and pressed it over his head.

Song Ziyan's eyes turned red in this posture of letting others slaughter him: "Liar!"

Bai Yanqing smiled lightly, leaned over and said, "Fuck you."

Song Ziyan burst into tears.

Seeing this, Bai Yanqing let go of him with a smile, and wiped his tears with his fingertips: "I'm just kidding."

Song Ziyan was wiping tears on the back of his hand, angrily, he didn't want to talk to him, so he wanted to leave, but Bai Yanqing brought the finger that wiped his tears to his lips, and licked away the tears on his fingertips.

"Oh, it's so sweet." Bai Yanqing smiled slightly.

Song Ziyan was so shocked that he forgot to cry, his cheeks seemed to be baked by high temperature repeatedly.

How could Uncle Yanqing do this? Bai Yanqing pulled him up and embraced him.

During this reunion, Song Ziyan had seen all kinds of operations by him, so he didn't dare to resist at the moment.

"Don't panic, I'll let you go after chatting for a while," Bai Yanqing played with his fingers, crossing his fingers, "Why are you so enthusiastic about Su Yu today, huh?"

Song Ziyan had just cried, his voice was soft, and he lied: "Because, because he is Uncle Yanqing's cousin."

Bai Yanqing hurried: "Oh, make a good relationship in advance, because you will be his cousin in the future?"

Song Ziyan understood the meaning of his cousin sister-in-law, and he was ashamed and annoyed, and retorted softly: "...No."

Bai Yanqing couldn't help laughing, believed his answer, and turned to say: "Then, in your heart, who is the most handsome, me or your German brother?"

Song Ziyan was taken aback, thinking of Bai Yanqing's meaningful eyes when he left during the day.

It turned out that he was dissatisfied with saying that he was not as handsome as his brother?

When did Uncle Yanqing become so childish. "Huh?" Bai Yanqing said casually, "Is it so difficult to answer?"

".No," Song Ziyan said hastily, "Uncle Yanqing is more handsome than elder brother."

"You just said that I'm not as handsome as him during the day, are you lying to me now?" When Bai Yanqing said this, he felt quite rascal, but he was dissatisfied with Song Ziyan's saying that he was not as handsome as other men.

"I'm not lying. What I meant at the time was that you are not of the same type of handsome," Song Ziyan said without completely betraying his sincerity. "Now I find that Uncle Yanqing has more taste." Bai Yanqing raised his lips and did not make things difficult for him: "Say Tell me, turn around and look at me."

Song Ziyan turned around obediently, met Bai Yanqing's playful gaze, and lowered his head awkwardly.

Bai Yanqing raised his chin.

Song Ziyan's long eyelashes trembled, reluctantly, and said with a blushing face, "Uncle Yanqing's eyes are beautiful, most people's eyes are brown, but yours are pure black, like ink, very elegant and mysterious."

Bai Yanqing listened comfortably: "Do you like dark green or black?"

".Black." Song Ziyan said what he wanted to hear.

"anything else?"

"Others are similar to you." "No, let me tell you one more thing, and I'll let you go immediately." In order to prove his credibility, Bai Yanqing retreated a certain distance, sat on the bedside, and lit the unfinished cigar.

Seeing this, Song Ziyan thought about it, saw the silver-rimmed glasses on the bedside table, and said, "Many people should like the way Uncle Yanqing wears glasses."

"Oh?"

"Sophisticated, very sensitive," Song Ziyan blushed and muttered, "And the gentleness is only on the surface." He is a pervert in his heart.

Song Ziyan said in his heart.

Bai Yanqing smiled: "You must be scolding me."

"No," Song Ziyan said sincerely, "It means you are attractive."

"Have you been charmed?"

Song Ziyan didn't speak, but looked at him eagerly.

Bai Yanqing exhaled smoke and smiled: "Okay, let's go."

Song Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed quickly, put on his shoes, and didn't change his nightgown, he just wanted to leave quickly.

When he reached the door, Song Ziyan turned his head and said in a moderate voice, "No."

It didn't charm him.

After speaking, he opened the door and slipped away quickly.

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