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

Then, Fegelein closed the gift box and put it aside.

What he didn't notice was that the sleeping Song Ziyan moved his hand under the windbreaker.

A few seconds later, a faint red stained his cheeks.

Half an hour's drive to home.

Fegelein picked up Song Ziyan and went to the bedroom, put him lightly on the bed, took off his shoes, and when he stood up, he found that Song Ziyan was looking at him with his eyes open.

The beautiful dark blue eyes are pure and pure, not like a drunk. Fegelein didn't think about it, and asked softly: "Julian, are you okay?"

Song Ziyan's face was ruddy: "I want to drink water."

"Wait a minute." Fegelein walked to the coffee table, opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it into the cup, went to the bed and helped Song Ziyan up, and gave him the water cup.

Song Ziyan took it and held it in both hands. After taking a sip, he deliberately moved the glass forward a little. The water trickled out from the corner of his mouth, and some of it slipped down his slender neck and got into his collar.

Some dripped directly down the chin and onto the clothes.

Fegelein went to get the handkerchief in the windbreaker pocket, and when he looked up, he saw Song Ziyan's thin shirt, the fabric on the chest was wet with water.

When he was at the dining table last time, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the beauty for a second, which was faintly visible.

Fegelein's Adam's apple twitched slightly, his heartbeat became disordered for a moment, and he turned his head to look elsewhere.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony were not closed, and the white gauze curtain fluttered gently with the breeze.

Fegelein walked over, and the wind carried a wisp of rose fragrance from the flower bed.

The unknown insects chirped endlessly.

He closed the door tightly, and the room was silent.

turn around.

Song Ziyan finished drinking the water, holding the cup in his hand, looking at him.

When his eyes met, he lowered his head again, wondering if it was because of the hazy and yellow stage lights, his expression was a little shy.

".Julian, then you can rest." Fegelein put the cup on the bedside table, and he planned to leave.

Song Ziyan shook his head and said in a low voice, "Philippe, I'm not feeling well."

He also called him Faye Fegelein. He didn't want to always treat Song Ziyan like that, so he usually asked, "What's uncomfortable?"

"The clothes stink." Song Ziyan quietly pulled down the hem of the clothes.

Fegelein paused, looking at Song Ziyan's clothes, his heart skipped a beat.

The water marks on Song Ziyan's shirt expanded, and the fabric was close to the skin, and the delicate color that was usually hidden under the clothes was clearly visible.

This appearance is even more provocative than Song Ziyan's direct exposure that day.

No, what was he thinking.

Is he drunk too, but he's only had two glasses of brandy tonight.

Fegelein turned his eyes away, pulling himself away from his chaotic thoughts.

Song Ziyan did not smell very good. There was a strong smell of alcohol, and it was also contaminated with the smell of smoke and perfume in the bar.

Fegelein took out a white nightgown for Song Ziyan from the closet.

Song Ziyan's chest rose and fell, he bit his lower lip lightly, and when Fegelein turned around, he said, "You, you change it for me, I don't have the strength."

"..."

Fegelein finally realized something was wrong, and he looked at Song Ziyan with judgmental eyes.

Song Ziyan dodged in a panic, unconsciously gripping the quilt tightly.

Fegelein said calmly, "Julian, are you really drunk?"

Brother asked this. Of course Song Ziyan nodded, and said softly, "I'm awake, but my hands are weak."

Fegelein was speechless, it was too obvious a lie, who was holding the cup to drink water just now?

wait, water...

Julian didn't wet the clothes on purpose, did he?

For a moment, Fegelein thought of that little gift, and saw Song Ziyan's shy expression at the moment.

He's almost certain.

Julian, again, was tempting him.

And tonight he...

He had to admit, he had fallen into Julian's trap tonight.

"Fei." Song Zi said in a voice like a mosquito, blushing, "change it for me."

Fegelein closed his eyes and couldn't go on like this.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Julian, look at me."

Song Ziyan slowly raised his head, glanced at him, then quickly looked at the quilt.

Fegelein sighed softly, and said in a gentle tone: "Let's have a good talk. Can you tell me why you are like this these days?"

Song Ziyan was taken aback, this scene overlapped with the one in the book, so next...

In fact, tonight, Song Ziyan was indeed not drunk. The reason why he pretended to be drunk was because he wanted to get out of the plot.

In the book he was drunk tonight, but not at a bar, but at home.

He wanted to seduce his brother while drunk.

When my brother came back and saw him lying on the sofa, he couldn't bear it, so he carried him back to his room.

Then there was this scene.

Song Ziyan thought about what to do later... His heart beat faster, just like in the book, he didn't answer.

Seeing this, Fegelein said again: "Your sexual orientation is male, right?"

Song Ziyan really wanted to say it was wrong, but he blushed and nodded.

"Have you ever told anyone else about this?" Fegelein said softly, "What do you think of it?"

Song Ziyan murmured: "I never said it... but I think it's normal..."

Fegelein considered his words: "Then do you like my words and deeds, or do you simply like my appearance, or do you just want to find a man who is not so strange to relieve your desire?"

Song Ziyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "I like them all." "Really," Fegelein didn't get angry, and continued to speak gently, "Julian, there are many things that may not be clear to the real answer without personal experience, so let's do an experiment .”

Here it comes. Song Ziyan's heart was ups and downs, his face was hot, and he nodded: "Okay, what experiment." Fegelein hesitated for a moment, stopped breathing, stretched out his hand, and pressed Song Ziyan's clearly visible spot under the water marks on his thin shirt. .

Song Ziyan froze, his heart skipped a beat for an instant, and his fair ears turned red.

Fegelein stabilized his mind, pressed neither lightly nor hard, and asked: "Julian, as your elder brother, do you think it's really okay to treat you like this?"

The author has something to say: There is probably one more chapter before returning to China!