Dressed as a villain's squeamish little crying bag

After He Zhiyuan's performance ended, Qiu Yuning went there and found He Zhiyuan.

He Zhiyuan was taking off his vest, when he saw Qiu Yuning approaching, he stopped his movements.

Qiu Yuning cleared his throat and whispered, "You played Romeo so vividly, it's as if Romeo is alive, and Oscar owes you the golden man."

He Zhiyuan laughed, with a little tenderness in his voice, and said, "What rainbow farts are you blowing?"

"You are a god descending from the earth, don't always put shit, urine and fart in your mouth." Qiu Yuning said pretending to be serious, blushing again, and took out the things behind him, "Here, I'll give it to you."

What he held in his hand was a red rose, but it was a fake. The girls in the class who loved handicrafts made gauze flowers. Qiu Yuning could buy a lot for two yuan each, but he kept a lot in his hand. It was too conspicuous, so I bought one secretly, put it in my coat and hid it, only now I dare to take it out.

Qiu Yuning looked around and saw that no one was looking at them, so he quickly stretched out his arms and muttered: "Hurry up and accept it, it's not good to be seen."

He Zhiyuan looked down at the bright and warm gauze rose in his hand, and smiled softly. He stretched out his hand to take it, and when he was about to talk to Qiu Yuning, Liu Yulu ran over and called him, "He Zhiyuan."

When she saw Qiu Yuning, she was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "You come to the show too."

Qiu Yuning looked at Liu Yulu and called obediently, "Hello, senior."

He noticed that Liu Yulu had also put on very beautiful makeup, and his lips were ruddy and radiant.

Liu Yulu noticed his eyes, brushed his hair subconsciously, looked at He Zhiyuan again, showed a gentle smile, and said, "Your acting is great, I heard the teacher praised you."

It stands to reason that He Zhiyuan should also compliment a few words back, but he simply said "um", and the smile that was still on the corner of his mouth just now disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Qiu Yuning coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, you also acted very well, and you are very beautiful today."

Before Liu Yulu had time to say anything, He Zhiyuan reached out and grabbed his shoulder, saying, "Let's go out."

"Hey—" Liu Yulu wanted to keep him, but didn't know what to say.

Qiu Yuning looked back at her and said, "Sister, let's go first."

Cultural performances can last until the evening, if nothing happens, you can actually go home now.

Liu Yulu stood there in frustration, and swallowed the words he wanted to say back into his stomach.

Qiu Yuning and He Zhiyuan went out of the auditorium together. He Zhiyuan took off all his clothes, revealing the black vest inside. Qiu Yuning took off his coat and handed it to him, "You put it on first?"

He Zhiyuan looked down at him, reached out and pinched his soft and fleshy cheeks, and said in a low voice, "You wear it yourself, I'm not cold."

Because of running on the stage, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back, and he was not cold.

Qiu Yuning looked at him stubbornly, "You put it on first, I think you feel so cold."

He Zhiyuan took one last look at him, and reached out to take his coat over, "I'm sweating, don't you dislike it?"

Qiu Yuning was taken aback for a moment, and really lowered his head to think about it, and finally said hesitantly: "No, don't dislike it..."

He Zhiyuan snorted coldly, hugged Qiu Yuning's neck, and wiped the sweat from his face onto Qiu Yuning's cheek.

Qiu Yuning let out a cat-like cry, and pushed him with his arms, "You! Why are you doing this?"

He Zhiyuan was pushed away by him, looked at him, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled faintly.

Qiu Yuning wiped the sweat from his face, his little face was wrinkled, he gave He Zhiyuan a resentful look, took out a wet tissue from his pocket, and wiped his face.

He Zhiyuan put the coat on his head and said, "No need, I'll go back to the classroom and get dressed."

Qiu Yuning took off the coat on his head, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

He followed He Zhiyuan to the classroom, watched him start to take off his pants, turned around nervously and closed the front door, for fear that others would see He Zhiyuan's naked body.

He Zhiyuan got dressed, took his schoolbag, and said to Qiu Yuning, "Go home."

Qiu Yuning asked: "You don't want to continue watching?"

He Zhiyuan said flatly, "There's nothing to see."

He didn't watch it, and Qiu Yuning wasn't interested in watching it either, and went home with He Zhiyuan.

They left early, and they didn't know which class won the first place in the end, or after dinner, Yang Siyue sent a message to tell him that He Zhiyuan's class took the first place. "

Yang Siyue said melancholy: "Most of the judges are female teachers. I guess they chose Romeo and Juliet because of their masculinity. If I had known, I would have let you go in our class."

Qiu Yuning: "..."

Qiu Yuning had no choice but to justify the reputation of the female teachers, "He Zhiyuan's acting is pretty good, and he deserves it."

Over there, "the other party is typing..." for a while, and then said: "You are a brother, and the filter is so thick. By the way, did you go home without watching my cello performance?"

Qiu Yuning: "..."

Qiu Yuning silently changed the subject.

He Zhiyuan came over and took his mobile phone away, and said, "Wipe the medicine, morning, noon and evening three times a day, have you wiped it?"

Qiu Yuning looked up at him, and said in a low voice, "I went to the toilet to wipe it at noon, and at night, I'll wipe it after I take a shower."

He Zhiyuan returned the phone to him and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Urged by He Zhiyuan, Qiu Yuning was also afraid that she would forget, so she hurried to the bedroom to get a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Two days have passed, and the swelling of the tailbone has disappeared a lot. Qiu Yuning looked in the mirror, and the bruises there also disappeared a lot.

He took a bath this time for a long time, and when he came out of the bathroom, his cheeks were rosy, and his body was covered with water vapor, making his skin white and rosy, like a newly ripe peach, with a sweetness that attracted people to take a bite.

After taking a shower, Qiu Yuning lay down on the sofa again, reached out and took out the ointment from the schoolbag on the sofa.

He unscrewed the cap of the ointment, squeezed a little onto his finger, and half took off his trousers and stretched his hands back to wipe it off.

When He Zhiyuan opened the door and came out, he saw Qiu Yuning turning his head to apply the medicine. From his direction, he could see his white and tender (ass facing him.

He Zhiyuan: "..."

He walked over slowly and walked to Qiu Yuning's side.

Qiu Yuning was thinking about something, but he didn't notice that He Zhiyuan opened the door. When a black shadow fell on his body, he looked up belatedly. When he saw He Zhiyuan, he paused and quickly pulled up his pants.

Subconsciously, he didn't want the ointment to get on his pants and make them dirty, so he stretched out one hand to the back, supporting the piece of fabric on (the buttocks, to isolate it from contact with the skin, "You, how come you don't make a sound .”

He Zhiyuan didn't speak, Qiu Yuning looked up at him, met his gaze, suddenly felt a jump in his heart, subconsciously looked away.

He Zhiyuan half-knelt on the ground, leaned in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "How long is your birthday...?"

Qiu Yuning felt that his breath became hot and hot, and he stammered, "There are... still eight months."

Of course He Zhiyuan knew about Qiu Yuning's birthday, if Qiu Yuning looked carefully at He Zhiyuan's face now, he would find that his light brown eyes had a light like a wild beast, as if he would swallow the person in front of him alive in the next second.

"There are still eight months." He Zhiyuan chewed on these words, and fell silent again.

Qiu Yuning looked at him cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

He Zhiyuan glanced at him, leaned back, and sat on the ground leaning against the coffee table.

Qiu Yuning whispered, "It's cold on the ground."

He Zhiyuan's eyes slowly slid down from Qiu Yuning's face, and slid to his exposed white waist.

Qiu Yuning noticed He Zhiyuan's gaze and blushed. He coughed a few times and whispered, "You, do you want to touch, touch me?"

He Zhiyuan glanced at him, then looked away, "After you apply the medicine, go back to sleep."

Qiu Yuning blushed, her thin breasts heaved a few times, she reached out to grab He Zhiyuan's hand, and stuck it to her waist, "Anyway... Anyway, I touched your muscles, and let you touch mine too Yes."

He Zhiyuan's is muscles, while Qiu Yuning's is a layer of soft flesh. Last year he was dry except for his face, but now he has grown fatter and plumper. His skin is soft and his flesh is soft. He feels very soft. good.

Qiu Yuning is used to the appearance of his chicken, and he doesn't feel ashamed to let He Zhiyuan see his soft flesh. He is not good at sports, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have (muscle), he is not keen on that kind of thing .

But let He Zhiyuan touch (touch, after all, it's still very shameful, his cheeks blushed layer after layer, and his stomach (skin also seemed to have a layer of faint pink.

He Zhiyuan looked down, and his fingers trembled slightly. His eyes fell on Qiu Yuning's face. Qiu Yuning blushed and looked at him. Those eyes were moist, and she was obviously ashamed, but she still held his hand. No loose.

He Zhiyuan slid his Adam's apple a few times, but he still didn't withdraw his hand, and touched the soft flesh on Qiu Yuning's body.