Rival says he loves me

"Don't make it dirty." Fang Jiayao moved, but the hand on his neck was tightly attached.

I didn't get rid of it.

"Your neck is red." Wu Wei saw that the skin under his hands turned red in patches, which immediately extended from his neck to his chest.

"It's hot." Fang Jiayao put on his undershirt, stood up, pinched his cigarette and turned to Wu Wei, "Let's go, I invite you to drink."

Wu Wei stretched his legs and sat without moving, reaching out to grab Fang Jiayao's arm, "I want to drink and change places, this is noisy."

Fang Jiayao turned his head and said thank you.

Wu Wei changed the place for himself. He knew that the business of the bar has improved recently, and the more they play, the more promiscuity and sex on the water-filled dance floor outside are not uncommon.

Xing Jinbei's bids are getting higher and higher, and Fang Jiayao can't move when he is tied. The reason why Fang Jiayao still chooses to work here is not only money, Xing Jinbei also clearly stated that he will not let him participate in many interactions with guests, that is, dancing Take the money and don't worry about other things.

A few times when guests made troubles, Xing Jinbei was clearly on his side, because of this, Fang Jiayao was able to do it here.

Wu Wei could see that he was feeling uncomfortable. The backstage was far away from the front, but it was also full of rotten smell, and he felt like vomiting if he smelled too much.

Fang Jiayao plans to go to Jiaqing.

It's not good to ask Wu Wei for wine.

Because Wu Wei didn't let go, Fang Jiayao felt hot on his arms. The source of heat came from Wu Wei's palms, and it was continuous. Fang Jiayao's back began to sweat again, making it even stickier.

People are also irritable.

Before going out, he was stopped by Ke Zhe, who was standing at the door. He raised his eyes and stretched out his hand between the two, "Together, if we can't make it, we can make friends."

The sweat on Fang Jiayao's head hadn't dried yet, and the color on his face hadn't faded after the dance. In Ke Zhe's eyes, there was a look of lust.

"I know a place, it's quite clean, let's sit together," Ke Zhe was about to reach out for Fang Gayao's arm, but Fang Gayao avoided him, "I'm sweating."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's precious if you don't even touch it. Where did Lord Wei buy the canary?" Ke Zhe didn't let go, and wandered around beside Fang Gayao, looking up and down, and sighed at Wu Wei, "I don't do that. Boy, even if someone fucks|me here, I'd be happy."

"You can't compare with him." Wu Wei put one hand on Fang Gayao's shoulder, trying to pull him away.

Fang Gayao didn't move, turned his head to stare at Ke Zhe, expressionless, but moved his mouth, "Are you done, get out when you're done."

Fang Gayao was disgusted, the feeling Ke Zhe gave him was very similar to that of Du Yu, and he blamed all the impulses on pure carnal desire.

Desire|desire harbors filth.

"Fang Gayao, I only like you, but I have needs." This is Du Yu's explanation.

The last time he saw Du Yu, he was drunk on the sofa in the bar, playing 3|P with someone in his arms.

Du Yu called Fang Jiayao dozens of times that night, but Fang Jiayao didn't answer, and finally waited for a text message from him.

-Fang Gayao, I like you.

The alley was very windy, and it was cold at night. Fang Gayao was sweating, and he woke up as soon as he was blown by the wind. He also broke away from Wu Wei's arm and apologized to him. It is uncomfortable to mess around, I don't want to look ugly in front of others, and I can't calm down when I touch the disgusting things in the past, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control my emotions when I'm with Wu Wei.

Wu Wei was right.

But you can't make yourself sick of others.

He knows how ugly his face is now, and he simply doesn't want Wu Weibai to follow him to find discomfort.

Wu Wei withdrew his hand, "Yes," and didn't say anything else.

Fang Gayao went from the alley at the entrance of the south alley to the road facing the street, walked along the curb, and reached out to touch the base of his neck. The skin was still faintly hot, and Wu Wei's hands seemed to have his own all year round. The temperature is always higher than your own.

Back at the apartment, Fang Gayao took a shower first, and received a WeChat message from Vanke when he came out.

-Brother Yao, there is a ball game tomorrow. Do you want to practice?

Fang Gayao's hair was dripping with water, covering the screen, and when he saw the words clearly, he began to blow his hair, and returned the call to Vanke.

- No, I have private work.

-Come on, Nantah University will come to make trouble tomorrow, and you will get angry when you look at those grandchildren. This is not a scene for Brother Yao, please come over to help our school prestige.

Vanke dumped a dozen or so emojis to show off their cuteness, but Fang Gayao ignored them all. Instead, he turned on the hair dryer and asked him,

- Someone from NTU?

A call request from Vanke popped out from the phone in his hand, which was quite big.

"Brother Yao is busy?" Vanke's voice on the other end of the phone was trembling, "I found out after inquiring, people have been here for a week, and they have been squatting in the school guest house." "Anyway, I heard that there's a bastard in there this time. He looks like a dog. He's a sinister person. Fuck, I'll get angry when I talk about it."

Fang Gayao heard mixed voices around Vanke, probably there were quite a few people, so he asked, "Where are you now?"

"The basketball court under the dormitory, come here if you want to see it." Vanke was greeted by someone over there, and finally sneezed. "

Fang Gayao heard a "ding dong", threw the phone on the bed, grabbed the wet towel on his head, reached out to touch the cigarette, and got on the stool by the window, leaned against the window sill, with his arms hanging out , the cool breeze climbed up his arms, and he could see Wu Wei's pot of begonias when he turned his head. The blooming period was almost over, and a few pieces had begun to wilt. .

He changed the flowers, from the windowsill to the desk.

The phone vibrated again on the bed, Fang Jiayao looked at the time and thought it was Fang You, but when the phone was turned over, it was a text message from an unknown number.

-Fang Gayao, I like you.