Rival says he loves me

"You can run like that?" Although Wu Wei said so, Fang Jiayao's almost entire body weight was on him.

Fang Gayao endured the nausea and nodded. After holding on for a while now, he was completely uncomfortable. He couldn't stand still and tried to walk by Wu Wei. Although his muscles couldn't help shaking, Fang Gayao couldn't care less about his physical fatigue.

Fang Gayao didn't know what Wu Wei was thinking, when he passed the intersection of the cafeteria, he was lifted up directly, with a hot hand covering his stomach, Fang Gayao trembled even more.

Wu Wei felt that something was wrong, so he withdrew his hand, only to feel that the person in his arms was a little more stable.

Fang Gayao lay back on his bed, wanted to lie down, but Wu Wei hugged the back of his head, "Wait a minute, change clothes first."

"It's boring." Fang Gayao was telling the truth, ten kilometers plus the unhealed wound, what he did just now was nothing but nonsense, now that he thinks about it, it only tastes like pain.

Wu Wei knelt on Fang Gayao's bed with half one leg, and helped him undress. Fang Gayao raised his head and met those eyes.

Real gays are always more sensitive to casual touches than straight men.

Wu flinched, Fang Gayao was not too tired, he took off his clothes and changed into a loose white half-sleeved T-shirt with a corgi buttocks printed on it, this is one of his few light-colored clothes.

Wu Wei sat on the small sofa next to him, his camouflage was half faded, and he took off his upper body camouflage. Only a light-colored shirt was left, and a small piece of fabric was propped up along the folds of the collarbone. He slightly motioned to Fang Gayao, " Do you mind if I smoke?"

Fang Gayao shook his head, and then asked, "Would you mind giving me one?"

"You can smoke?" Wu Wei was a little surprised. Fang Gayao always subverted his impression of him in some fields. In his opinion, Fang Gayao was someone who could get along with a "good student".

Wu Wei picked out one and threw it over, and the thin cigarette rod formed a parabola between the two of them.

Fang Gayao is quite addicted to cigarettes, and it is also a problem that he has only acquired in the past year, but after two puffs of cigarettes, his lower limbs throbbed, and he slightly arched his body and buried his face in it.

"Cramp?" Wu Wei asked him from the opposite side.

Fang Jiayao, who was buried in pain, suddenly wanted to laugh. Wu Wei's insight was as precise as radar, no matter what happened to him, it would always be a bit inconsistent to accurately identify it and then shake it out with a question.

Obviously very sure, but I will always wait patiently for myself to confirm again.

"It's a little bit, I didn't stretch well just now." Fang Gayao sat up, rubbing his calf, his brows gradually deepened, sometimes cramps are just a coincidence, the more he rubs the tendons, the more twisted they become.

"Wait for a while, lie down." Wu Wei pinched out the cigarette, put his hand on Fang Gayao's leg, "stretch it so that a professional can do it." Wu Wei's palm was still very hot, rubbing it twice, Fang Gayao's white There was a layer of redness on the legs.

"Fuck! Brother Fang! Is it you who barged [-] meters with the instructor!" Vanke ran in from outside the door, bumped into an indescribable scene head-on, and shouted again, "Wu Wu Wu Wu... what are you guys doing?" Condition?!"

Wu Wei ignored him, and continued to roll up half of his sleeves to help Fang Gayao stretch, pressing his elbows on the other's leg, and patiently walked up the acupuncture points.

Fang Gayao was made very comfortable by his overly professional approach, the professionalism overshadowed the foreign body sensation, just like a very serious fitness trainer, he naturally had no other thoughts.

Extremes lead to opposites, and the two parties obviously did not have any other ideas.

On the other hand, Wanke held on to the edge of the table and dared not go forward, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts such as whether he would be silenced if he found out about the adultery.

"No, I'm here to find Brother Fang." Vanke moved to Fang Gayao's bedside, and shook his head very close, "You are so awesome, you threw up the instructor."

"I'm not getting any better now." Fang Gayao sat up and thanked Wu Wei.

Wu Wei lit a cigarette again, waved his hand and went out.

Wu Wei's departure was always just a simple farewell, usually very sudden.

Vanke waited for Wu Wei to leave before he dared to take a big breath, without the momentum of a senior.

In fact, Vanke is just like a primary school kid. He is 1.7 meters tall and in his early [-]s, with a head of yellow hair. He speaks very loudly sometimes, and he likes to add some exaggerated gestures. Sometimes he looks like a duck.

I didn't grow up that kind of plush duck.

"Will you go to the welcome party in a few nights? I'll lead a team to cover you." Wanke put his arms around Fang Gayao's neck as he spoke, but Fang Gayao blocked him with a smile, "Don't touch me, I'm ticklish. "

Being ticklish is just a rhetoric, but in the final analysis, he is still not used to being touched by others.

"You really know how to deceive people. I can't touch it. Wu Yanwang did it? What's the relationship between you two? Let me tell you, he's crooked." Although Wanke complained, he still retracted his hand and pouted, "Then don't smile at me, I can't bear it."

From Vanke's point of view, Fang Gayao's smile is almost fatal.

Fang Jiayao focused on another point, "Wu Yanwang? Wu Wei?"

Wanke pulled up a chair, leaned against the bed, and said seriously, "He is very fierce and has a bad temper, and he just can't think about it. In short, whoever provokes the other dies, what is it?" Wanke scratched his head, "How could he talk to Do you live in one room? Fuck, he won't take a fancy to you, will he?!"

Wanke followed his own train of thought and jumped up from the stool in fright, "This won't work." Wanke was more anxious than he was being spotted by Hades himself. Find the principal and change your dormitory, otherwise how will you spend your four years in college?"

After he finished speaking, he was about to run out in a hurry. Fang Gayao grabbed him and wanted to laugh again, remembering what Vanke said just now, he managed to hold back, "It's okay, I don't have the relationship with him that you think, he likes it people."

"Impossible!" Vanke leaned closer to Fang Gayao's ear and whispered, "There has never been anyone alive around him."

When Vanke left in a hurry, Fang Gayao thought about what he said before he left.

According to him, Wu Wei's name is ranked high in the entire imperial capital. Vanke likes to inquire, and knows that Wu Wei is moody and has never had anyone close to him. I don't know if he is too withdrawn, which makes his appearance longer. The more fierce, Wu Wei has a pure offensive face, but his temperament is very wild, plus those horrible things he did in high school in his early years, he only went to him if he wanted to buy a coffin, and he still despises him.

In short, Wu Wei is a lone ranger.

Fang Gayao touched the spot that Wu Wei rubbed just now. Because the technique was in place, the pain was no longer there. He picked up the half of the cigarette he was smoking on the table, rolled it with his tongue and lit it, leaned against the wall slumped, looked out of the window, and found I don't know when a layer of water mist formed on the window, and after opening the window, my face was covered with a layer of water vapor.

Mixed with the unique fragrance of grass in summer, Fang Gayao looked down at the colorful umbrellas downstairs, turned his head and glanced into the room, only to realize that he didn't have an umbrella.

Then he looked down at the cigarette holder, and found that it was stamped with MILDSEVEN, a Japanese cigarette brand, no wonder it smelled like bitter tea, the cigarettes were mostly women's cigarettes, and it didn't go well with Wu Wei's temperament.

Fang Gayao rested his arms on the railing of the balcony, thinking about one thing.

I don't know if Wu Wei brought an umbrella.

"Ding--"

A message from Fang Liming.

- I have work tonight, come here.