Rival says he loves me

Wu Wei pressed on Fang Jiayao.

Absolute imperative aggression.

Fang Jiayao was still slapping his neckline for a second, and when his body was bearing Wu Wei's weight, his brain hadn't reacted, which caused him to utter a sound when one side of his face fell on the pillow.

A very slight hum came from his throat.

There was a bit of astonishment in the voice.

The broken hair in front of his forehead drooped in front of his eyelashes, Fang Jiayao blinked uncomfortably.

Being pinched by someone around the neck, Fang Jiayao couldn't help moving his Adam's apple due to the warmth of his neck being wrapped by his palm.

Fang Jiayao had difficulty breathing, but he didn't move, and let Wu Wei's five fingers rub his arteries.

And slowly turned his head with his own face in his arms.

Like a ritual before a meal, Wu Wei's thumb wandered on his jaw, making Fang Jiayao unable to stop swallowing.

The rhythm of throat up and down is in Wu Wei's palm.

Both of them were wearing very thin clothes, and it was easy to get angry if they were scratched, so Fang Gayao didn't move.

In particular, Fang Jiayao's clothes are just a cotton gown, the thickness of paper, so that there is basically no unnecessary contact between him and Wu Wei.

This posture allows their bodies to test and get familiar with each other. For them, they are all unexplored new continents.

Very tempting.

Wu Wei half-knelt, with his legs spread apart, hanging on Fang Jiayao's body, the temperature of his palm rose within the range that Fang Jiayao could feel.

"Fang Jiayao," Wu Wei said condescendingly, without any emotion in his eyes, just following his mouth, tracing circles, "You know I have desire|desire for you."

Every time Fang Jiayao heard Wu Wei call his full name, he always felt inexplicably serious, as if he could immediately hear something from his mouth that could dominate his life.

Wu Wei, who looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes buried in the shadows, in Fang Jiayao's view,

Just like the gods in the dark night.

"I know," Fang Jiayao turned his face upwards, "I always knew."

"So, I'm quite right..." Fang Jiayao didn't have time to say the last word, Wu Wei stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and then lightly covered them, the eyelashes were still able to scratch his palms freely.

"I said, you have to be happy with me," Wu Wei let go, and went to the table to pick up two bottles of wine, both of which were large transparent bottles with square bottoms. Yao didn't see clearly, so he asked him, "What do you mean?"

Wu Wei pressed Fang Jiayao's shoulders and pushed back the half-stretched man, and undid a button with one hand, "I'll say it again."

"I'm drunk, but not enough." He bit open the bottle with his mouth, licked the dry heat,

"I'll give you 10 minutes now,"

"Get me drunk."

Wu Wei himself knew that he could wipe Fang Jiayao clean on this bed with only one ten-thousandth of his sobriety.

The smoke in the room cleared, and the smell of wine hung again.

Wu Wei poured down the wine sip by sip, while rubbing on Fang Gayao's neck.

Drinking doesn't quench your thirst, but it quenches your desire.

After a while, Wu Wei fell into a deep sleep. At least Fang Jiayao never knew that Wu Wei, who was completely drunk, slept so peacefully. When Wu Wei was drinking, his eyes were fixed on him the whole time, and he didn't speak. Ruthless, just take one cup after another, pay attention to his happiness.

When the alcohol took effect, Wu Wei's eyes could be clearly felt red, several times Fang Jiayao reached out to put his hand on the cup noodles, but Wu Wei refused to let him.

He was drunk and just slept with his eyelids down.

There is no extra action.

Fang Jiayao vacated the bed for Wu Wei, helped him straighten his body, and then slipped out of his own bed. Before leaving, he stretched out his hand and lightly touched the shallow scar on Wu Wei's back.

In the morning, Vanke came to knock on the door. He was wearing a big mask and eye circles, and bumped into Fang Gayao who had just left and hadn't closed the dormitory door yet.

Fang Gayao put his hand on his mouth and said "Shh", "The people inside are still awake, please keep your voice down." Then Fang Gayao took Wanke's arm and dragged him to the corner, "What's wrong?"

Wanke glanced in through the crack of the door just now, but now Fang Gayao dragged him to change places, and his mouth didn't close, "No, brother Yao, I always thought you were the one who was crushed?!" Vanke only saw Wu Wei lay face down on Fang Gayao's bed, his back was exposed, and he didn't cover his waistline with the quilt he bought from Fang Gayao's apartment yesterday, "I always thought that a god like Master Wei would die. You won't be oppressed, brother Yao, you are so fucking awesome."

Vanke naturally blamed Wu Wei's sleeplessness on Fang Gayao's exertion too much last night.

"Young poor, what's the matter with you?" Fang Gayao walked down the stairs, Vanke followed behind, and it was not until the door of the dormitory that Vanke could barely keep up, "Ancestor, walk slowly, I'm here Call Master Wei for morning training," Wanke took two steps, stretched out his hand to pull Fang Jiayao's arm, "Why are you in such a hurry this morning, I'm still waiting for you to help me wake up Master Wei."

Vanke was wearing a bright red jersey and was holding a red leather basketball in his hand. "The finals are coming soon. I heard that there might be some people coming from Nantah University. Our school wants to hurry up and train."

Fang Gayao listened, lifted the curtain of the cafeteria and walked in, "He doesn't have to go for the morning training." Fang Gayao counted the second window, reached out for a bowl of corn porridge, picked up a small plate of pickles, and finally picked up two cakes and picked them up. Just play back with a small bag.

"Huh? Master Wei is in charge of output, who doesn't he train?" Vanke asked for a cup of soy milk while they were arguing with Fang Gayao, and followed Fang Gayao upstairs.

It's not too early now, on the way back after Fang Gayao finished buying breakfast, there were already students getting ready to go to morning classes.

Fang Gayao often doesn't live near the school, and on the way back to the dormitory, he caught up with the crowd going back against him. To the students who met their faces, Fang Gayao was a stranger.

The little girls who brushed Fang Jiayao's shoulders couldn't help but turn their heads, their eyes full of wonder.

It is rare to see a classmate who grows up like this.

When he reached the door again, Fang Jiayao turned his head and whispered to Vanke, "He doesn't need to go, he can recover with more rest, which is better than training."

Wanke lowered his head and reluctantly agreed, and when Fang Jiayao opened the door lightly, he wanted to follow in and take a look, but half of his bare face got in, and Fang Jiayao slapped him in the face, "It's none of your business here, Take it back."

After closing the door, Fang Jiayao turned around and found that Wu Wei had sat up with his hands on his neck, and now he was resting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette with his arms on his knees.

There is a blanket in the middle, and the top and bottom are naked. In the morning, he is sitting in the smoke pile, pinching his temple with the hand that smokes.

There is chaos in the eyes.

"Breakfast," Fang Jiayao put the bag on the table, reached out to pinch the cigarette from Wu Wei's mouth, and pressed it on the low-bottomed transparent glass.

A deep smoke mark was drawn.

"Sorry," Wu Wei said apologetically when he looked up at Fang Jiayao, "Come here and let me have a look." He stretched out his hand to Fang Jiayao, and put his arm on the top of his shirt.

Fang Jiayao wore a white shirt in the morning, with a high neckline, and the top button was buttoned up neatly, fitting the neck line perfectly.

Abstinence and rules.

"Eat first," Fang Jiayao knocked off Wu Wei's climbing hand, "Don't look."

When he woke up early in the morning, he found that there was a red mark on his neck.

Wu Wei pinched it at night.

He understood, so he didn't care too much, just curious that Wu Wei still remembered when he was drunk like that.

"Come on for the competition, I'll go to class first." Fang Jiayao finished his sentence and was about to go out. Before leaving, he pointed to the paper bag on Wu Wei's table, "Inside are the clothes you left on my place last time, clean them for you." You sent it back, see if there is nothing wrong."

"Are you going to see it?"

When Fang Jiayao arrived at the door, he heard Wu Wei asking behind him, Wu Wei repeated, "Fang Jiayao, are you going?"

Fang Jiayao was quite determined this time, and turned his head to meet Wu Wei's eyes, "I won't go this time."

After speaking, he closed the door.

The weather is not good today, there is no sun, but it is refreshing. People can obviously feel cool when walking outside, so that it is not too cold.

Gray clouds like cotton threads floated overhead.

Pulling together together, sticky.

Fang Jiayao found a clean classroom by himself, sat in the shade, pulled his collar to look at the reflection of the phone.

There was a thumb-sized palm print on each side of the neck, Fang Jiayao pinched his own skin and touched it, feeling hot inside.

The relationship between him and Wu Wei is now getting more and more chaotic, and the two of them have crossed the boundary, which is just one step away.

too dangerous.

Fang Jiayao pinched the button again with his fingers, resting his neck on the back of the chair, staring at the still fan blades on the ceiling.

He turned off his mobile phone, he was afraid that Vanke would find him again, and he was also afraid that he couldn't help it.

Stomach upset, Fang Jiayao's body became heavier, and he became lazy, leaning on the chair and losing his sitting posture.

He heard from Vanke that the final between Eastern University of Science and Technology and Nantah University will be in the next few days, and when the final ranking order comes out, they will all survive.

That is to say, it is destined to be a match.

He ate poorly in the morning and walked a few more steps. His stomach was not friendly at the moment. His back hurt and sweated all over, so he grabbed a rubber band in his mouth and grabbed his hair and braided it behind his head.

The back of the neck is much refreshed.

When the heat on the body is almost dissipated, I lie on my arm and spend the day.

He turned his face to the wall and heard some movement in the corridor outside.

It seemed that a group of people went upstairs laughing and laughing, their voices were quite mixed, there were probably ten or so of them, and all of them were male voices.

Strange to say, the location of this building is very remote, and the road to come here is not easy to walk. Normally, self-study students would not pick this place very much. It is strange that there are so many people here at the moment.

Fang Jiayao buried his face inward, and pressed one ear, trying to be quiet, but after a while the sound became louder and louder, blowing towards himself.

"Eastern University of Science and Technology is so awesome this year, Master Ke was picked up and slapped in the face."

"Fart, is that damn bitch Ke Zhe who can play basketball? Don't leave first, find a classroom and sit for a while, your leg is broken, can you rest for a while?"

"There's a guy named Wu Wei. I heard it's him. I'll fuck him this time. Don't try to grab me."

"You idiots, did Mr. Du speak? It's not too loud. Isn't this building haunted? Is there anyone?"

The crowd piled up to the door of the adjacent classroom, Fang Jiayao heard a chuckle from a person.

Among all the voices, Fang Jiayao was able to search for this human voice most accurately.

With a unique husky rising voice.

There was the usual debauchery in it.

He had listened to this voice for ten years.