Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

At that time, Ji Fanfan's legs had just stretched out of the bed, but in an instant he quickly retracted, and then quickly wrapped himself in a quilt into a ball of zongzi.

His speed was so fast that it seemed that some scourge was chasing him behind him.

Fu Zechuan was amused by his frightened reaction.

He walked to the side of the bed, sat down next to Ji Fanfan, leaned over and said to him intentionally, "Honey, are you satisfied with me?"

Even though Ji Fanfan was covered under the quilt, he still listened to this teasing lover's whisper verbatim, and he was so shy that he pressed the quilt even lower.

Fu Zechuan seemed to be in a good mood, and laughed again when he saw his movements. His lazy and deep voice seemed to be produced by a voice kissed by God. Every vibration of his vocal cords made Ji Fanfan's heart beat wildly. .

He stretched out his hand to pull down Ji Fanfan's quilt, "Hey, don't block it, if you bore yourself, I will feel bad~"

Ji Fanfan's face was flushed, and he only dared to show a pair of wet eyes to look at the people around him.

He didn't know when Fu Zechuan woke up from sleep, but at this moment he was already dressed neatly, a white low-necked shirt, dark jeans, even the most simple and casual collocation couldn't stop his pride from the inside out. noble temperament.

Seeing Ji Fanfan like this, he quietly pulled up the quilt a little more, and raised his lips covered by the quilt a little, only he had seen his appearance last night...

Ji Fanfan felt that it was a picture that only he could have, and he was a little secretly happy.

Fu Zechuan didn't know what he was thinking so wildly, he pulled him into his arms with both hands, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, and said, "Why are you shy? You've obviously met each other frankly."

Ji Fanfan moved his eyes away enthusiastically, and his voice was almost inaudible: "Stop talking..."

Fu Zechuan pinched his pink earlobe playfully, "You're hungry, get up and eat something."

Ji Fanfan moved his body under the quilt, "Then, I'll go change."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Fu Zechuan was still staring at him directly, and he didn't want to avoid it, so he reminded him in a low voice: "Can you, can you go downstairs and wait for me?"

Fu Zechuan raised his eyebrows, and asked in an unclear tone, "I still have to go downstairs?"

Ji Fanfan shrank back into the quilt again, like a little snail shrunk back into its shell when someone touches its head.

Fu Zechuan stared at him playfully, then moved his body closer, "Kiss me once, and I will obey you."

Ji Fanfan was so shy that he didn't dare to look up at his face, let alone meet the warm eyes above his head. He thought silently, why did he want to kiss him now after kissing him so many times last night...

Fu Zechuan stared at him for a long time, seeing that Ji Fanfan really didn't intend to kiss him, so he hugged him tightly around his waist, raised his chin and bit his lips tenderly, "You If not, I have to do it myself."

He licked his moist lips unsatisfactorily, "My Fanfan is as sweet as I thought~"

Ji Fanfan's face, which had managed to return to normal temperature, suddenly became hot again, and the blood in his body rushed to his heart again. His long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. He bit his lip and glanced at his face.

Fu Zechuan knew that if he teased him again, he might really be able to bury himself under the quilt for a whole day, so he patted his shoulder, "You change your clothes first, and I'll wait for you downstairs."

Ji Fanfan was relieved to see his figure completely disappear at the stairs.

He hurriedly got out of bed, took his clothes and put them on, but because he was unwell, it took him a while to put on the clothes, and then he endured the discomfort, slowly moved down the stairs while holding onto the handrail of the stairs, and entered the bathroom .

Ji Fanfan picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, his bitten lips were a little stinging under the stimulation of the cold water, but his head, which had been in a coma for so long, woke up a lot.

Crystal drops of water dripped down his chin and fell into the sink, making a crisp and pleasant sound of water. He closed his eyes and smiled unconsciously.

"Does it still hurt?" Fu Zechuan suddenly hugged him from behind and rubbed his waist thoughtfully. Of course he noticed his slow movement downstairs, and his heart was half sweet and half sour.

The unguarded touch made Ji Fanfan's body stiff, but he immediately relaxed. He shyly tucked his shoulders back slightly, "It's just that it hurts a little, rest for a while, and it will be fine."

Fu Zechuan squinted his eyes and leaned comfortably on his shoulder, "I'll give you some medicine later?"

Ji Fanfan hurriedly said in panic and embarrassment: "No, no need."

Fu Zechuan opened his eyes, and looked at Ji Fanfan's shy expression in the mirror with a teasing smile, "Is it really not necessary?"

"……Um."

Fu Zechuan pinched his cheeks, pulled a towel and carefully wiped off the water droplets on Ji Fanfan's face, then threw it aside, took his hand and said softly, "Come, I'll eat something with you."

Ji Fanfan was led by him, and he subconsciously nodded in agreement with everything he said.

During the meal, Fu Zechuan kept picking up food for him and didn't eat anything, just looked at Ji Fanfan and smiled, asking him from time to time if it was delicious, whether this dish was delicious or that dish was delicious.

The blush on Ji Fanfan's face never came down when he saw him, "Don't look at me, you can eat too." He said while picking up vegetables and putting them into Fu Zechuan's bowl.

Fu Zechuan's eyes never moved from the beginning to the end. He stared at Ji Fanfan opposite him endlessly, and said with a smile, "I'm not hungry, you eat."

Ji Fanfan asked him suspiciously, "Aren't you hungry?" He was really hungry from last night to now. How could Fu Zechuan not be hungry?

Fu Zechuan touched his lips with his fingers, looking at Ji Fanfan with strong affection in his eyes, and said in an ambiguous tone, "I'm full."

Ji Fanfan's hands trembled when he heard his tone, he almost couldn't hold the spoon in his hand, his head was so low that it almost fell into the bowl, "You, don't be serious."

Fu Zechuan intentionally teased him, and smiled softly, "I'm even more unscrupulous, do you want to listen?"

Ji Fanfan refused without even thinking about it, "Don't." He had already whispered a lot of indecent words in his ear last night, and every time he heard a sentence, he would blush for a long time, and it was still broad daylight, he was afraid that he would mess up Come on, he really can't bear it...

Fu Zechuan raised his eyebrows at his answer, then stood up, supported the table with one hand, compulsively lifted Ji Fanfan's chin across the table with the other hand, and licked his lips seductively in front of him, " Why don't you listen? Huh?"

Ji Fanfan was forced to raise his head and look at him, his lips parted slightly, and his nostrils fluttered nervously. Fu Zechuan's low and gentle voice was like a bridge connecting the present with the memory of last night. Ji Fanfan subconsciously clenched hand spoon.

Fu Ze supported the table and leaned close to him. The sunlight came in through the window, outlining their silhouettes, and their shadows were projected on the floor.

Because the distance is too close, the two shadows are almost connected together, it looks like two shadows entangled with each other.

Fu Zechuan looked at him with a smile, "You haven't praised me yet?"

Ji Fanfan blinked uncomfortably, "Praise, what are you praising?"

Fu Zechuan approached his ear and spoke softly, "For example, my body, for example, my performance last night..."

Ji Fanfan's face was so red that he could bleed, he didn't understand how he managed to say these words without blushing and without heartbeat?He couldn't take it just listening to it.

The little heart was beating uncontrollably, as if it was about to jump out of the chest!

But Fu Zechuan didn't seem to see his blushing face, and said reluctantly, "Say it quickly~"

Ji Fanfan stood up abruptly, as if evading, "I, I, I'm full." After speaking, he hurried to the living room.

How could he say those words!

The fingertips still had the temperature of the other person's cheek, Fu Zechuan hooked his lips happily, then put the temperature on his lips, and sighed softly: "Ah, it's so hot~"

Ji Fanfan nestled on the sofa, hugging the pillow on the sofa nervously and shyly, and buried his head in it from time to time.

Before, Zechuan obviously wouldn't always say these things that make people think about it, why now...

Ji Fanfan was shy and sweet in his heart, he couldn't help but smile happily, and happily rolled on the sofa with a pillow to cover his face.

"Fanfan~ I don't know how to wash dishes~ You come and teach me~"

The voice from the kitchen made Ji Fanfan put down the pillow on his face briefly.

He is calling him!

Ji Fanfan quickly put the pillow back on the sofa and got up to help, "Here we come."

He tried his best to ignore the discomfort in his body, took bigger steps and walked faster, and when he reached the kitchen door, he saw Fu Zechuan with foam on his hands in mid-air, looking at him begging for help.

This feeling of being needed made Ji Fanfan feel happy from the bottom of his heart, he hurried over to hold Fu Zechuan's wrist, "I'll help you, wash it clean."

Fu Zechuan was at his mercy quietly, enjoying this kind of treatment that only handicapped party can enjoy.

Moreover, the feeling of the other party's fingers moving through his hand was itchy, like a static electricity, which made his heart crisp.

Fu Zechuan's dark eyes reflected Ji Fanfan's face, from his forehead to his serious eyes, shiny nose tip, slightly moving lips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, as if the person in front of him Every move can easily arouse his desire and set him on fire.

Fu Zechuan regrets calling Ji Fanfan over now, he just wanted to tease him, but now he's done, teasing him himself, really shooting himself in the foot.

However, since they had it once, Fu Zechuan took it for granted that there could be a second and a third time, countless times.

He jerked his hand out of Ji Fanfan's hand, and the water droplets on his hand slipped into a crystal parabola due to his sudden movement, and a few drops even splashed on Ji Fanfan's face and clothes. ?