Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Fan He slowly loosened his grip, Tong Xiyuan took his hand back and touched his wrist with heartache. The red mark on it caught Fan He's eyes, and it brought his thoughts back to reality like a switch that stimulated his nerves.

Fan He got up from him and sat aside, looking at Tong Xiyuan as if he was looking at someone shocking, "Do you like men?"

He had grown up in Baixing Village and had never seen a man who liked men.

If the villagers knew his real gender and Tong Xiyuan's strange emotional inclinations, everyone would definitely scold the latter first.

Seeing him like this, Tong Xiyuan also sat up and said seriously: "You like men too."

Fan He frowned, "Impossible."

Although he had never liked anyone, and no matter how much the villagers misunderstood him, he had never considered himself a woman. So how could he really like a man like a woman?

Tong Xi puffed his lips in frustration. He thought that there was no need to wait for the plot in the world story to develop, and Fan He would automatically understand when he met him.

I didn't expect that this person's thinking is so rigid now. It's true that the world nurtures the people.

He held his chin and sighed, the sound so loud that everyone around him looked over.

Fan He's eyes flickered. Tong Xiyuan liked men, and that man was him, so all the kindness he had shown him before was real.

Thinking of this, my heart, which had been blocked just now, suddenly became clear.

Fan He coughed softly and spoke hesitantly, "How do you know I'm a man?"

Tong Xiyuan kept his original posture and turned his head to look at him, "You are so tall, with a prominent Adam's apple, and no breasts..."

He sat cross-legged under the blazing light, his legs exposed outside his shorts looking very white. Because of the action of supporting his chin, the soft flesh on his face was squeezed out by his palms, and his speech speed was much slower.

Kind of cute.

Fan He twirled his fingers, not really hearing what Tong Xiyuan said, "How can you be sure that I like men, too?"

Tong Xiyuan stopped talking, looked at him for two seconds, put down his hands, leaned over the bed and kissed him, leaving a solid imprint on Fan He's lips.

"Look," Tong Xiyuan said, "you didn't push me away, you like me."

Fan He was almost amused by the way he defined it. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Even if it was someone else, I would——"

He paused as he thought about what would happen if someone came up to him and asked to kiss him without any reason. Veins on his forehead throbbed and he wished he could kill that bold person.

Tong Xiyuan was proud, showing his white teeth, "You see, you just like me, only me."

Fan He's expression changed, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

About a minute later, he raised his hand and placed it on Tong Xiyuan's waist, and asked in a low voice: "How do men...?"

Tong Xiyuan's pupils dilated for a moment, and he pushed him away. This man's thinking span was too big. He pulled the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know, sleep!"

Fan He looked at the bulging quilt in front of him and smiled, then turned off the light and moved closer in the dark, "If you don't let me try, how can I be sure that I only like you, huh?"

Tong Xiyuan just pretended that he heard nothing and said, "I fell asleep."

Fan He laughed even louder, his eyes were deep, did he like Tong Xiyuan? I don't know, but he could only accept Tong Xiyuan's approach.

The old village chief told him to find a reliable person to spend the rest of his life with. The death of Liu Laoer had already tormented the old man for half a month. Let him not torture him this time. It's not easy to grow old.

Fan He lifted a corner of the quilt and put it on himself, thinking, I will torture Tong Xiyuan in the future, since he married him.

***

When going to work on Monday, Tong Xiyuan, who had not yet started learning to ride a bike, pulled Fan He out of bed, sat on the back seat of his bike, and happily went to the state-owned restaurant.

Tuesday, the same thing.

Wednesday, Thursday, Sunday

"I'll teach you." Fan He pushed the bicycle out and patted the seat to signal Tong Xiyuan to get on.

It was evening now, and Tong Xiyuan had just gotten off work. He handed over the sweet and greasy cake in his hand, "Want a try?"

Fan He tilted his head and took a bite, enduring the overly sweet taste, but still unwilling to get in the car to pick up people, "If you learn now, we will be home in half an hour. If you don't learn, we will stay in town tonight."

Tong Xiyuan had an evil thought for a moment, thinking of what he had been saying before going to sleep these past few nights, and whispered, "You can buy it in town—ah!"

Someone running behind him accidentally bumped into Tong Xiyuan's back. He was already standing on the curb unsteadily and was knocked forward. Fan He supported him across the bicycle. His clothes were stained with oil by the candy cake in Tong Xiyuan's hand, but he didn't care and glared at the person who bumped into Tong Xiyuan with a bad expression.

The man felt it when he bumped into someone, and he stopped not far away and apologized repeatedly, but he seemed to be preoccupied with something else, and after apologizing, he ran away again holding the newspaper in his hand.

"The latest news is that the country is going to resume the college entrance examination!"

Tong Xiyuan suddenly looked up, glanced at the man's back, turned to Fan He and shouted in pain.

He fell forward too fast just now, and because of the right height, his hip hit the bicycle handlebar.

Fan He retracted his gaze and asked him, "Where does it hurt?"

Tong Xiyuan was too embarrassed to speak, and looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said with a nasal voice: "I don't want to learn how to ride a bicycle today."

Seeing that he was really in pain, Fan He compromised and said, "Get in the car, I'll take you to the clinic."

Tong Xiyuan sat in the back seat, hugged his waist and said, "The clinic can't see you."

He will be embarrassed.

Moreover, the pain will go away after a while and it is not serious enough to require seeing a doctor.

Fan He had no choice but to take him home as soon as possible. After entering the house, he closed the door and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Since they were not on the street and there were no outsiders around, Tong Xiyuan felt relieved and pointed to his hips, saying in a soft voice, "Here, I bumped into it."

999 stuck out his tongue and imitated his voice, [Here~ bumped~]

The meaning of its Yuanbao seduction should not be too obvious.

Tong Xiyuan's face flushed, and he shouted in a somewhat collapsed manner: [Ninth sister! ]

He is a man too, okay? Even if Fan He says those things to him every day and night and never does anything, he would still be moved.

Fan He chuckled after hearing his words, grabbed Tong Xiyuan's wrist and pulled him into the house. Once the door was closed, he turned around and leaned against the door panel.

"Where does it hurt? Here, let your wife rub it for you."

Tong Xiyuan's face became even hotter, "Don't talk like that."

Fan He agreed, "Then what should I call you, Xiyuan? Yuanyuan? Yuanyuan, okay?"

"Okay." Tong Xiyuan liked this name the most. He frowned and suddenly remembered that he forgot to buy something in town. He pushed Fan He awkwardly and said, "There is a vanishing cream on the table that someone gave me a few days ago."

Fan He's eyes darkened, he suppressed his displeasure and said quietly: "Well, use it."

Half an hour later, Tong Xiyuan regretted it and frantically explained: "It wasn't given by the girl, it was, it was given to my wife by a colleague from the hotel..."

Fan He responded, "It's in use."