God, please be gentle with me

"What's wrong with me?" The moment Fang Shuyao's lips touched, his mind went blank, as if he had been knocked out. No, it would be great if he was knocked out. He didn't know anything. That's it.

The problem is that Han Jialin knew that not only was he not dizzy, but his heart was still throbbing crazily...

Just like Fang Shuyao not only kissed his lips, but also kissed his beating heart, the blood in his whole body boiled.

... The smell on Fang Shuyao's body is the smell of tap water, because he just washed it under the tap, the school's tap water has a faint smell of chlorine.

Han Jialin actually found this smell very seductive, as if it was some kind of hormone that made his head become more blank and hot, and even impulsively wanted to kiss Fang Shuyao back.

But - that's Fang Shuyao, he's the same as himself...

Frightened by the thoughts in his heart, his hands and feet became stiff, and he didn't know what to do. He could only watch Fang Shuyao back away, saying "disgusting..." or something to himself.

But what disgusting thing he was talking about, Han Jialin couldn't react at all, his head was filled with the idea of ​​wanting to hug Fang Shuyao.

Just like now, as long as he thinks back to the afternoon, recalling the details of the men's toilet and so on, Han Jialin's heartbeat will speed up, and he even regrets why he didn't stop Fang Shuyao and ask him why he kissed himself.

"Oh, I don't even have his cell phone number..." After Han Jialin sighed, he lay down on his back again, looking at the dark ceiling, thinking of the touch of Fang Shuyao's lips again.

Soft and warm, as if tasting the sweetest thing in the world, there will be wonderful trembling in my heart...

"Oops... don't think about it... if you think about it again, something big will happen!" Han Jialin desperately warned himself, because no matter whether Fang Shuyao was playing a prank or for some other reason, the current problem is the most difficult one.

If it's a small movie or a small/porn/manga, I should be very happy to fuck.After masturbating, he will relax physically and mentally, but this time is different, Han Jialin thought, this time...he can't mess around.

Han Jialin tried his best to suppress the waves of commotion that surged up his body, tossing and turning on the bed, trying to find the most suitable sleeping position, but his mattress suddenly became very hard, no matter how he lay down, he felt shivering.Also, it's too hot tonight, I feel like my back is sweating, sticky and uncomfortable.

"well……!".

Han Jialin was terribly irritable, turned over continuously, either kicked the air conditioner to the ground, or made the Simmons mattress creak, but no matter how much he tossed, he still didn't fall asleep, let alone drowned the fire.

"Damn it!" Seeing that the time was approaching 4 o'clock in the morning, Han Jialin was very angry, "Fang Shuyao, you bastard!"

"Hey, fuck him! I don't care anymore!" Han Jialin suddenly closed his eyes, put his hand into his pajama pants, and let out a blow.

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"Didi, Didi!"

The alarm on the phone kept ringing, but Zhao Bin didn't want to get up at all, and in order to give himself a chance to stay in bed, he set a total of three alarm clocks, which would ring every 5 minutes.

"Dong dong."

After the bedroom door was symbolically knocked twice, someone walked in. Just by hearing the sound of soft slippers, Zhao Bin knew it was his mother.

"Son, what do you want for breakfast? I'll let your dad go out and buy it."

"Pancake...milk..." Zhao Bin fell asleep on his side, not wanting to move at all.

"You really can't get tired of eating pancakes." Mom said with a smile, "Hurry up, it's already six twenty.".

"Well... I'll get up right away..." After saying this, Zhao Bin still didn't want to open his eyes, it was so comfortable to lie on the bed with the blanket in his arms.

Mom went out to work, and the alarm on the mobile phone stopped for a while, Zhao Bin covered his face in the thin blanket and his consciousness gradually drifted away...

"Goodmoring~Bai Tang, I'm going to study hard today! I will always support you, come on, come on!" Suddenly, An Jiyu's voice came from the phone, and Zhao Bin's eyes suddenly opened, and they were wide open.

"An Jiyu?" Zhao Bin got up and looked for his phone in a panic.

"Goodmoring~white sugar..." When the phone repeated this voice, Zhao Bin finally dug out the phone from under the pile of books, and the screen displayed "alarm clock", [-]:[-].

"Is this an alarm?" Zhao Bin couldn't help being stunned.

"Who are you calling early in the morning?" Mom asked through the open door.

"No one, it's just an alarm." Zhao Bin opened the alarm settings and found that the third alarm had been "tampered with".

An Jiyu recorded a voice on his mobile phone and set it as the alarm ringtone.

"This guy really knows how to play..." Zhao Bin scratched his head. He was sleepy just now, and thought An Jiyu had sent a voice communication.

But how could it be possible, even if An Jiyu sent a voice communication, it wouldn't be played if he didn't click on it.

"By the way! Where's An Jiyu?!" Zhao Bin was startled when he suddenly thought of something, he didn't even bother to put on his slippers, and ran to the living room with bare feet...

The pillows on the sofa and the air-conditioning quilt are all in good condition, it doesn't look like someone has slept on it.

"Could it be that I was dreaming last night, dreaming that An Jiyu came?" Zhao Bin blinked in surprise, no, this is not a dream, An Jiyu did come, and he should have come before his family got up. left.

"Also..." If he hasn't left yet, my mother will be shocked, how can she walk around so calmly.

While Zhao Bin breathed a sigh of relief, a feeling of disappointment surged in his heart, probably because when he was lying on the sofa last night, he still thought about waking An Jiyu up in the morning and sending him away, but he overslept instead.

"Wait, I was the one who slept on the sofa last night, not An Jiyu, so why did I wake up on the bed?" Zhao Bin widened his eyes, thinking it was incredible, "Could it be that I sleepwalked back? "

Zhao Bin tried his best to recall but couldn't recall at all. The last memory of last night was the moment when An Jiyu was still awake when he fell asleep.

"Binbin, why are you still standing there stupidly? Hurry up and change your clothes, or you will miss the bus." Mom came out of the kitchen, still holding the bag in her hand.

with a cup of hot milk.

"Oh." Zhao Bin nodded blankly and walked back to the room.

"Why is this kid so stupid today? Could it be that the exam pressure is too great?" Mom thought worriedly, but she also felt that judging from her son's optimistic and dull personality, it was unlikely that he would be overwhelmed by the exam.He probably didn't get enough sleep, that's why he was a little dazed.

Mom felt relieved when she thought of this. At this time, Dad came back with a bag of hot egg pancakes in his hand.

"Is your son still awake?"

"Get up, I'm changing clothes, my husband, it's hard work."

"It's not hard, my wife, you are more beautiful today than yesterday."

"Of course, my husband, come and drink the milk."

"Isn't that your son's milk?"

"Give him another drink."

When the husband and wife were showing their affection shamelessly, Zhao Bin was tidying up the desk in the room. An Jiyu had read his test paper and rewrote the math problems he had solved wrong on blank paper.

"Bai Tang, you have used the wrong formula from the third step..." An Jiyu also wrote a note thoughtfully.

"How can there be such a person with a super-good-looking face and a super-smart brain in this world..." Looking at the logical and clear steps to solve the problem, Zhao Bin couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Huh? Didn't I draw this..." When Zhao Bin was sorting out the draft paper, he discovered his masterpiece of graffiti last night.

It was painted in a moment of "anger". Not only was An Jiyu painted as a big pig's head, but he was also wearing a gold chain, sunglasses, and a cool gangster/gang boss.

"Is this added by An Jiyu?" This painting originally only had the three characters of a pig's head portrait and An Jiyu, but now a big white rabbit toffee is drawn next to the pig's head, and the word "white sugar" is also written on it. .

And in the middle of the pig's head and the toffee, a heart is drawn with a red pen, and there is a line of small characters under the heart.

"Piggy's heart will always be with Baitang."

"What, what are you doing..." Zhao Bin's heart was beating fast, and his face turned red inexplicably, "Not to mention changing my alarm, but still scribbling on my masterpiece!"

Zhao Bin grabbed the correction fluid in the pen container, shook it a few times, and wanted to smear out the unsightly red heart, but the tip of the correction fluid bottle stopped when it touched the paper.

The body seems to be resisting the instructions of the brain, no, it is because the heart is unwilling to carry out the instructions of the brain, Zhao Bin frowned, feeling that he has become weird.

Although this red heart looks "obtrusive", but if you paint it out, you will feel even more uncomfortable.

"Forget it, that's it." Zhao Bin folded the draft paper and put it in the desk drawer.

Zhao Bin quickly finished his breakfast, took his schoolbag, said goodbye to his parents, and went to school.

"Ah~ I'm so sleepy..." He yawned one after another, Zhao Bin's mouth seemed to be unable to close, and he walked towards the gate of the community. It was still early and there was no one in the community.

Do you want to send a wechat to Han Jialin?Zhao Bin thought, wondering if Han Jialin had gone out.

There was a man standing at the entrance of the community, guarding there like a security guard on guard, but he was not a security guard, not only because he was not wearing a uniform, so he was not a security guard, but because of his tall stature and light brown hair, he was too conspicuous up.

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