Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Although he hadn't started yet, when he thought of that scene... Ji Fanfan's heart beat faster, and his legs felt as if they had taken root on the floor, unable to move.

Suddenly Fu Zechuan tugged at his collar uncomfortably, the alcohol didn't feel good, he was very thirsty, and he wanted a glass of water dizzily to relieve the suffocation in his chest.

Ji Fanfan returned from the motionless wooden state to the human state after hearing his voice.

He quickly poured a glass of water, helped Fu Zechuan up to lean on him, and then carefully brought the water glass to Fu Zechuan's lips, "The water is here, drink it slowly."

Fu Zechuan took a shallow sip from the water glass, the cool water passing across his chest slightly relieved the feeling of suffocation.

Ji Fanfan wanted to feed him more to drink, but Fu Zechuan closed his eyes and frowned, as if he didn't want to drink anymore.

So he turned sideways and put the water glass on the small table, intending to settle Fu Zechuan down and let him have a good rest, but when he turned around, he saw Fu Zechuan staring straight at him with his eyes open.

Ji Fanfan was so watched that his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and his breathing was messed up. He frantically tried to put Fu Zechuan down, but the moment he lifted his hand, Fu Zechuan held him down.

Fu Zechuan opened his mouth slowly, his slightly hoarse voice after being overwhelmed by alcohol was more provocative than the night, and it made people blush and heartbeat, "Ji Fanfan."

Ji Fanfan was flustered by his look, "Yes."

Ji Fanfan thought that Fu Zechuan was awake, and wanted to divert the unbearable gaze from him. He lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Are you angry with me today?"

After asking, Ji Fanfan nervously rubbed the corner of the quilt and waited for him to answer, but after a while he didn't hear Fu Zechuan's answer, he raised his eyes to look at Fu Zechuan again in doubt.

I saw that Fu Zechuan was still looking at him directly, and he didn't intend to answer.

"Well, if you wake up, do you want to change your clothes and sleep again?"

Fu Zechuan stared at him with narrow eyes, like a hunter staring at the prey in the circle, and suddenly said: "You are mine."

Ji Fanfan was startled, not understanding what he meant.

Seeing that he didn't respond at all, Fu Zechuan pressed the back of his head angrily and pressed down, bit his lips angrily, and emphasized again: "You are mine!"

Ji Fanfan belatedly reached out to touch his lips, which still hurt a little, and understood Fu Zechuan's meaning, he lowered his head shyly, smiled happily and agreed, "Well, I, I'll change your clothes for you~"

The effect of alcohol gave Fu Zechuan some headaches, he couldn't hear what Ji Fanfan said, he could only see his lips opening and closing, as if tempting him to pick them.

So when Ji Fanfan reached out to untie his clothes, he grabbed Ji Fanfan's hand, simply turned over and pressed Ji Fanfan under his body.

Ji Fanfan's eyes were opened nervously, he looked at Fu Zechuan, the gleam in his pupils swayed weakly with his trembling eyelashes, Fu Zechuan exerted great force on his hands, but he seemed to forget the pain, Forget struggling.

He couldn't tell whether it was more hope or fear in his heart, and even his breathing became irregular, and his mind was so blank that he didn't know how to think.

But Fu Zechuan didn't make any other imaginative movements. His eyes locked on the person below him, and he pinched Ji Fanfan's chin. The hazy drunkenness made him a little childish, "You take my clothes off? Huh?"

Ji Fanfan moved his wrist, but was pressed even harder by Fu Zechuan on the bed. He was flustered and afraid that his unknown thoughts would be leaked, so he didn't dare to look at Fu Zechuan any more. The smell is very strong, I, I just want to help you change clothes..."

Fu Zechuan said two words inexplicably, "Really?"

Ji Fanfan just wanted to bow his head, but the next second Fu Zechuan grabbed his hand and put it into his clothes, pressing it on his waist.

Ji Fanfan's brain thumped, and his palms were clenched into fists as if they had been scalded, and he was about to pull his hands back subconsciously.

Fu Zechuan grabbed his hand forcefully to touch his body, "What are you hiding from?"

Ji Fanfan's chest rose and fell violently, and the warm skin felt so clear that he was shocked, and he felt that he could hardly breathe.

He felt that Fu Zechuan, who was unconscious now, was too dangerous, and he didn't dare to stay with him anymore, his calves arched and struggling to escape from Fu Zechuan's oppression.

Facing his frantic struggle, Fu Zechuan seemed very indifferent, and even relaxed some restraints on him leisurely, admiring his appearance with great interest.

Ji Fanfan quickly withdrew his hand from his palm, and quickly turned sideways to get off the bed, but before his feet landed, Fu Zechuan held his shoulders and fell back on the bed forcefully.

Fu Zechuan looked at Ji Fanfan who was frightened, he was in a happy mood and smiled lowly beside Ji Fanfan's ear, his voice was clearer than the gurgling spring under the moonlight, "I want to run."

He put Ji Fanfan's hands on his body, lifted Ji Fanfan's chin, his slightly drunken eyes were full of confidence, "I already said you are mine."

Ji Fanfan was flustered, he swallowed his saliva and tried to calm himself down, frowned in embarrassment, trying to discuss with this unconscious person, "You, let me go first, okay?"

After listening to his words, Fu Zechuan really thought about it for a while, and then his dark pupils flashed with bright smiles, and under Ji Fanfan's pleading gaze, he paused word by word, "No, okay."

He looked playfully at Ji Fanfan who couldn't escape like a prey in a cage, and said quietly: "You are not good, you will be punished."

Ji Fanfan was taken aback for a moment, and the next second he saw Fu Zechuan reaching out to grab his tie!

Ji Fanfan was at a loss and could only watch blankly as Fu Zechuan tied his hands tightly, and then tied the other end of the tie around his right wrist.

Then Fu Zechuan shook the strap on his right hand that was connected to Ji Fanfan, and smiled happily, "This way you won't be able to run away."

After he finished speaking, he lay down next to Ji Fanfan again, tightly encircling him in his arms, his fluffy hair rubbing against Ji Fanfan's ear, leaning on his shoulder and closing his eyes tiredly, and mumbled something before going to bed, "You are mine, don't run away..."

Ji Fanfan was afraid that he would wake up and fuss again, so he let him hug him without moving his body, only struggling to restrain his hands.

But the straps on his wrists were tightly tied, and the skin on Ji Fanfan's wrists was red from rubbing, but he couldn't loosen it at all.

Ji Fanfan frowned helplessly, looked at the ceiling above his head and sighed.

However, he still pursed his lips and smiled when he looked at Fu Zechuan who was sleeping next to him. The drunk Zechuan was a bit willful, but inexplicably cute~

I will get to know you slowly and remember everything you like~

Zechuan, Fu Zechuan, and Ji Fanfan silently recited his name dozens of times in their hearts, and then quietly held his hand with their bound hands.

Fu Zechuan's hand was slightly cold, Ji Fanfan was afraid of waking him up, so he only dared to hold it vainly, Zechuan, I really like you, and want to be with you forever...

When Fu Zechuan woke up early in the morning, the feeling of headache still made him very uncomfortable. As soon as he moved his hand, he found something was pulled on his hand.

He opened his eyes in annoyance, the tie on his wrist made him startled, his gaze followed the tie upwards, to the bound hands, then to the messy clothes, and then to Ji Fanfan's cautious eyes.

"Well, are you sober?"

Fu Zechuan was in a rare embarrassment, as if he couldn't believe the situation in front of him was real, "Is this what I did?"

Ji Fanfan blinked with lowered eyes and blushed, and nodded. He fell asleep last night, and Fu Zechuan woke up again. , still smelling on him, very much like the behavior of a canine pestering someone he likes.

Fu Zechuan couldn't remember what he did last night at all, with a suspicious red cloud floating on his face, he cleared his cough and started to untie Ji Fanfan's hands, "I'm sorry."

Ji Fanfan's hand was tied up all night, and there was a conspicuous red mark on his slender and tender wrist, which was particularly shocking.

Fu Zechuan held his hand, and gently brushed the red mark with his thumb, "Does it hurt?"

Ji Fanfan shook his head, smiled shyly, "It's fine."

Fu Zechuan never knew that he would do such a strange thing when he was drunk. He had never been in such a situation before, and he was not sure what he had done to Ji Fanfan, so he asked carefully: "I..."

Ji Fanfan quickly withdrew his hand from Fu Zechuan's palm, "I, I'll make you breakfast." He bit his lip and ran downstairs, because he really didn't know how to tell him about those things last night, and I feel shy no matter what.

Fu Zechuan was sitting by the bed by himself, frowning, resting his forehead with his hands irritably, what the hell was he doing, going to drink because of Ji Fanfan's words, when did Ji Fanfan become so influential to him? It's crazy.

Ji Fanfan is just a doll on his whim, nothing else!

Even though he thought so, Fu Zechuan still felt very upset and irritable.

Fu Zechuan wanted to take a shower to calm down, but when the closet was opened, his clothes were neatly placed in it, and another stack of neatly folded clothes beside him belonged to Ji Fanfan...

According to his original plan, he can have in-depth exchanges with Ji Fanfan here, but unfortunately Ji Fanfan has a shadow of contact with others, which ruined his plan.

Fu Zechuan wanted to reach out for his own clothes, but his eyes were glued to another stack of clothes, and his hands also shifted in a strange direction, grabbing clothes that did not belong to him.

These clothes... smell of him...

Fu Zechuan's mind went blank for a second, and when he came to his senses, he found himself holding Ji Fanfan's clothes over his face and sniffing nervously! ! !

He was taken aback by himself.

Neuropathy!

Heck!

What is he doing!

Is he crazy!

Fu Zechuan violently threw the clothes into the closet like a scourge, and then slammed them on the closet, his eyes full of disbelief. ?