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

The desk lamp went out, and the room fell into darkness again, together with a different kind of silence.

Alex held the phone and sat where he was, with the dim moonlight pouring in from the window.

He watched Song Ziyan get off the sofa and walk towards him.

The windows are all open.

The wind was a little strong, and the unfixed gauze curtain by the wall was blowing, as if it was going to rain.

A hand was placed on the shoulder.

The sofa beside his legs was sunken, and the hands on his shoulders were slightly strained, and Song Ziyan knelt on his lap.

Heart palpitations for two seconds.

Alex's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was extremely hoarse, ".Холодн? Мне-закрыть-окно. (Is it cold, do you want me to close the window)" Song Ziyan said softly, "не." "но... У-тебя-холодные-руки. (But , your hands are so cold)" Song Ziyan tapped his lips with his index finger, "тиш. (Hush)" There was a gust of wind, accompanied by warm breathing, and there was an orange-scented shower gel in the bathroom.

Alex nodded emotionally.

Song Ziyan groped down his arm, his throat tightened, and he gave him his hand.

Then, he felt his hand put in a place.

The moonlight has long since disappeared into the clouds, leaving only the light cast from nowhere in the world.

very dark.

But it was enough for him to get used to the dark eyes seeing where his hands were.

He placed it on Song Ziyan's chest.

Through a thin layer of fabric, he could clearly feel the softness like cotton candy.

And, he accidentally saw it in the dormitory on the construction site.

The one is bigger than the average boy, and it is as pink as cherry blossoms in spring.

".Take a picture." Song Ziyan whispered.

Alex felt a sense of trembling. He picked up the phone and pressed the shutter button twice before pressing the middle shutter button.

After the photo was taken, he moved his hand away as a gesture, and his hand was held down.

Song Ziyan straightened up slightly, pressed his palm there, and asked in his ear, "...Что-тычувствуешь? (How does it feel)?" Alex's heart throbbed and he was suddenly speechless.

Song Ziyan pressed his face to his ear, muttering: "Хочешь-посмотреть? (Want to see it?)" Alex's breath tightened, and when he was about to answer, his hand was taken away.

Song Ziyan got up from him, "You go out first, I want to change clothes."

The door is closed.

Alex took heavy steps, took two aimless steps, and leaned his back against the wall.

The glass door of the balcony was open, and the wind was carrying wisps of coolness.

Alex felt that he was about to catch fire.

-- At 19:49 p.m., it started to rain.

Alex put his arm on the fence, and the rain fell heavily on him. After a while, he got up and closed the door.

He glanced at Song Ziyan's bedroom door, walked to the refrigerator, took out two cans of cold beer, sat on the sofa, opened one and took a sip.

Not long after, I heard the door opening behind me, and the next second, the living room lights went out.

Then the eyes were covered by a pair of soft|soft and cool hands, and then there was a voice as soft as the hands.

"Guess who I am, Mr. Vasilyevich."

Vasilyevich, last name of Alex.

Alex's Adam's apple twitched, and he smiled, "Julian..."

Song Ziyan let go of his hand, "It smells like wine."

"Have a drink, do you want it?" Alex bent down, trying to get the unopened bottle of beer on the table.

"No, I still need to take a few photos," Song Ziyan drew on his shoulder, "... shall we go to the study?"

It was raining heavily outside the window, but he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, ".Okay."

Alex got up and walked around the sofa. Song Ziyan had already reached the door of the study.

Alex glanced inadvertently, and his steps stopped suddenly.

Outside the French windows on one side of the living room, there is a badminton court. It is raining and no one is playing, but before closing time, the lights of the court are still on, and the light is projected in. The living room is no different from turning on a wall lamp.

Song Ziyan changed his clothes. He was wearing a uniform worn by office workers, but it was a lady's, a slim white shirt, a black skirt that covered the hips to mid-thigh, and a pair of thin... black stockings.

The author has something to say: I really can’t continue the text, it’s written without passion [kneeling] This time it’s really broken, and the rest will be a side story. Lujiang’s regulations can’t attack with non-genuine cards, so only Figuele because of.

Demining: Sister-in-law Wenxue, brother died, Shou blame c, Shou is 12 years older than Fegelein.Song Ziyan 30/Fegelein 18 Schitt is the surname of Fegelein.