I really didn't seduce him

Before going to bed yesterday, Fang Yanwei opened a corner of the curtains in order to see the night sky.At this time, the morning light just flowed gently into the room along the gap he opened.

His wrist was pressed against the pillow, and the cool string of thin wooden beads scattered half a circle, and stuck on the inside of his wrist.

Lu Zhi's cold face was very close to him, and he could clearly feel Lu Zhi's body temperature, which made his eyelashes tremble slightly.

Lu Zhi lowered his head and quietly looked at the young man in front of him.

Half of the boy's face was still hidden under the quilt, his eyes were full of laziness, his light brown hair lay on the snow-white pillow, his wrists were rubbed reddish by fine wooden beads.

Fang Yanwei has a very faint scent, like freshly cut apples overflowing with juice, the sweetness exuded in the sun, or like grapes that have just been stripped of their coats, crystal clear, full of light Light fruity aroma.

It's a smell that you have to get close to smell it.

"Boyfriend." Lu Zhi lowered his eyes, "I'm back early, aren't you happy?"

Fang Yan only said that which eye of yours is not happy to see me.

I haven't seen him for a few days. When I saw Lu Zhi for the first time, I really couldn't connect him with the tearful soybean.

He pulled out his right hand, put it behind Lu Zhi's head, and rubbed it gently.

Lu Zhi glanced at him lightly, and pursed his mouth.

Lu Zhi leaned over slowly and kissed him. Chen Xi seemed to fill up the time in the room. In his field of vision, every movement of Lu Zhi was very slow.

Lu Zhi just touched the corner of his mouth, and didn't even go deep.

It was as green as the first kiss between them, as if it was just for mutual warmth rather than lust.

but--

Time seems to be slow, but Fang Yanwei's head is moving at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour.

The overlapping posture of the two made him involuntarily think of the video he had clicked on in front of Lu Zhi.

His cheeks seemed to be on fire, burning up little by little.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Zhi's ice-like face seemed to have some emotion at last, Lu Zhi put the back of his hand against his cheek, "Do you have a fever, it's a little hot."

Fang Yanwei: "...it's okay."

You can't tell Lu Zhi that he is racing in his head.

Lu Zhi got off the bed with his right hand, sat up, and half knelt on the bed.

Fang Yanwei: "Luyu is too hot."

Lu Zhi: "Yes."

Fang Yanwei: "..."

I can't fucking sleep anymore.

Lu Zhi was sitting on the bed against the wall, his back straight as if he was meditating, his dark eyes had no desires or desires, but were always fixed on him.

I'm so yellow.

Fang Yan only thought.

The boyfriend just kissed him, why did he look like he was about to catch fire.

Look at Lu Zhi, how calmly he is sitting, his clothes and pants are neatly dressed...

pants.

Fang Yanwei: "..."

Help.

"Brother Fang." Lu Zhi said, "It hurts a bit, am I sick?"

Fang Yanwei: "..."

Sick fart, according to my experience of reading one film, you are just hard.

"You know a lot." Lu Zhi hugged his knees with both hands, fingering the fine wooden beads, knocking out an elegant wooden sound, "Then what should I do?"

Several tons of mosaics swished past Fang Yanwei's head.

A warm feeling rose from a certain point on his back, spreading to his back little by little, his limbs were numb to the point of weakness, and his head was dizzy as if fireworks had exploded.

Lu Zhiqing's two or three words indifferently gave him a response to the question.

He wanted to cry but had no tears. He was a little happy and a little guilty.

"I'll help you," he said.

Lu Zhi: "Yes."

There was a gust of wind in the courtyard in October, and the evergreen leaves swayed, making a rustling sound when the wind rubbed them.The typhoon season has passed, and the wind is mild, slowly grinding the courtyard.

Coconut trees are planted on the ornamental sand in front of the window. The mature coconuts swayed in the wind. After hesitating for a long time, they finally fell from the tree and cracked, splashing white and transparent coconut milk, and two or three points hit the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window On the ground, it flowed down slowly, leaving one or two white marks in the morning light.

In the bedroom, Fang Yanwei rubbed his sore wrist.

He seldom does this kind of thing himself, and he is too tired to help Lu Zhi.

"Thank you Brother Fang." Lu Zhi said, "I have learned."

Lu Zhi raised his hand, and rubbed the sweaty light brown hair on his cheek with the back of his hand: "Idiot who doesn't cross, I cross you."

Fang Yanwei felt that Lu Zhi should be more than just acquainted.

Because he was taken care of comfortably.

He was lying on Lu Zhi's bed, slightly curled up, looking from Lu Zhi's point of view, he looked like a well-fed little animal.

There were several balls of white paper in the trash can next to the bed. Lu Zhi seemed to want to smoke, but he didn't light it, he just crushed the shredded tobacco with his hands.

Time seemed to stand still.

The smell of shredded tobacco is faint, and together with the smell of sandalwood beads, it conceals the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Fang Yanwei suddenly felt that as long as he had a small room and a road stick, he would not always be homeless.

Lu Zhi was sitting on the bedside, reading a pharmacy book, and he moved, resting his head on Lu Zhi's lap, brazenly hugging Lu Zhi's waist.

His boyfriend is the best in the world.

There was a noise from downstairs, the courtyard door seemed to be opened, and voices came from the lively living room downstairs.

Lu Zhi stopped flipping the book for a moment, then he closed the book and got out of bed: "Go on to sleep."

After being done by Lu Zhi like that, Fang Yanwei was really tired, and Fang Yanwei heard Lu Zhi's words in a daze.

The moment the bedroom door closed, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The table in the living room downstairs is filled with all kinds of pastries and candies, as well as some health products for students.

The moment the old couple saw Lu Zhi coming down the stairs, their eyes lit up.

"Lulu." Grandma said, "We Lulu came back from a competition outside."

Grandpa also said: "Come here and sit down, let me see if my grandson has lost weight."

Lu Zhi just hummed, and glanced at the two old people lightly, without too much emotion, neither happy nor overly cold.

He went to the kitchen, poured himself half a glass of water, and drank it down.

"Lulu, the college entrance examination is stressful." Grandma said, "I bought you vitamins, you should take more."

Lu Zhi: "Well, thank you."

When he was very young, before Lu Jianchang and Wen Ya separated, both he and Lu Zhuo were held in the hands of the old man.

Lu Zhuo loves to laugh, but he doesn't like it. Although they are twins, others can tell them apart at a glance.

More than a year ago, he was picked up by Wen Ya from the old town.

Grandma called him "Lulu" and treated him as before.

They care about him and buy him all kinds of clothes and snacks.

It was only later that he realized that Lu Zhuo liked those things.

"Love" has always been superfluous to him. He has stood on the cliffs in the suburbs countless times, wearing a black training uniform, and jumping off with a paraglider on his back.

He felt that most of the world was like that, and who and what didn't matter until—

"He is Lu Zhi, not Lu Zhuo." The boy's voice appeared in the living room.

Lu Zhi's calm gaze suddenly shook violently.

Fang Yanwei was wearing pajamas, standing by the handrail of the stairs, her light brown hair was slightly messed up, and she was wearing a pair of slippers.

"He doesn't have the name 'Lu Lu'." Fang Yanwei said, "I don't think 'Lu Zhuo' either."

Lu Zhi's grandma stopped washing the fruit suddenly, and her entire back quickly aged.

The sound of splashing water seemed noisy in the momentarily quiet living room.

"You call him that because you know in your heart that he is Lu Zhi, not Lu Zhuo, right?" Fang Yanwei said, "Wake up, Lu Zhuo is dead."

"She...is not in good health." Grandpa's voice was hoarse, "Don't...say that."

The fruit plate in grandma's hand fell to the ground, she knelt down slowly, and wiped away her tears.

"He's a man!" Fang Yanwei stood in front of Lu Zhi, "He doesn't like to laugh, he doesn't like to talk, he writes very scribbled but he works hard, he likes rock and white, he will be sad I will be happy too, he is a living person with emotions, you...you can't treat him like this!"

Grandma covered her face, squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

When his parents divorced, Fang Yanwei was not angry. When he was bullied by Cheng Cheng, he also smiled and beat back. He had never yelled at the two old people like now.

That's his road stick.

Not a substitute for someone else.

The two old people supported each other and left the house Wen Ya bought.

Lu Zhi ruffled his hair.

"Brother Zhi." He said, "I have no culture, no quality, and I am a school bully in the eyes of others."

"I've done all the bad things," he said. "I don't care about their age and health. I can scold them as much as I want. I'm a big villain."

"No." Lu Zhi pulled him into his arms, "You are the most obedient."

No, it doesn't matter who or what.

He has a weakness.

As soon as the National Day holiday is over, the results of the monthly exam for Class 1 ([-]) of senior high school will come out.

In the morning reading class, Fang Yanwei absent-mindedly endorsed the book, listening to He Suisui and Xu Zhengyi in the back row calculating their scores.

"66 plus 42, my Chinese score is 108 hahahaha, the teacher made a mistake and gave me 104." He Suisui danced and said, "I earned 4 points for nothing."

When I was a student, it was a happy thing to find out that the teacher added the wrong points after the exam.

With extra points, you can nominate once.

Every student who finds a wrong score will stand proudly in front of the teacher and say proudly that his score was wrong.

Now the people around began to count points.

But the teacher is not so easy to make mistakes, except for He Suisui, everyone dismissed the work in disappointment.

Fang Yanwei sneered, he considered himself a scumbag and didn't need to participate in such good student activities to collect points and debts, and his points were nothing to count.

Lu Zhi doesn't even need it, his boyfriend is the first in grade, do you care about the three melons and two dates?

He turned his head, and Lu Zhi was counting the scores with an English answer sheet in his hand.

Fang Yanwei: "?"

Just as Teacher Chen walked in, Lu Zhi raised his hand.

Lu Zhi: "Mr. Chen, Fang Yanwei's English test paper is undercounted. It's not good. Please add it to him."

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Fang Fang became an adult many chapters ago, on his birthday.

Brother Zhi: Give points to my wife