The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

Fu Lingye stood straight under the tree, his jawline tense, looking at the boy with an indifferent face, "You, follow me."

The young man sneered: "Why should I follow you?"

"Since you said you liked me yesterday and took my first kiss, you have to be responsible for me." After saying these words, his heart beat wildly uncontrollably and the nerves in his brain became even more tense.

His dark eyes were fixed on the boy's face, observing his reaction.

The boy almost laughed out loud at his words, and replied sarcastically, "What? Don't you mind that I've done it with others?"

Fu Lingye subconsciously retorted: "I don't dislike it, I'm just jealous."

The boy took a step closer to him, "But, what you said made me angry."

Fu Lingye acted faster than he thought, and pulled the person into his arms, explaining with rapid breathing: "I was blinded by jealousy at the time, and I was so angry that I said some nonsense."

"Since you did those things to me, you should be responsible for me."

"If you provoke me, don't even think about escaping. You are not allowed to leave my side."

The boy was held tightly in his arms, and the sound of his heartbeat in his chest could be heard in his ears, disorderly and rapid.

"Why are you jealous?"

Fu Lingye's expression paused. He didn't know, but he subconsciously felt that this guy could only belong to him and him alone. Even if he died, he could only die in his hands.

He didn't want to answer the question, so he changed the subject in a stiff tone: "Since you kissed me, you have to be responsible for me. You can't be with other people in the future."

"But I'm still very angry." The young man said angrily.

Fu Lingye gritted his teeth and asked back: "You said you liked me, but you couldn't tolerate my momentary slip of the tongue. This is what you call liking me."

"Oh, I don't like you now."

The boy's simple and calm words were like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart, tearing him apart with pain and almost suffocating him.

His deep black eyes gradually turned red, and his tone was very light, but it could not hide his trembling voice: "Don't you like me anymore?"

Without waiting for the boy's response, he smiled miserably at himself, "You are still as cruel as ever. You don't like me, but you want to play with me and torture me in another way.

"If you don't love me, just kill me with your own hands." There was despair in the low tone.

At that moment, the young man felt the soul power surging into his body.

The boy's pupils trembled: How afraid is he of losing? All of a sudden, he gave himself soul power.

Do you have to be tortured before you know you like yourself?

Forget it. My man is a little bit pretentious, but he is still acceptable. So just pamper him.

For the sake of these ten thousand soul points, I will forgive you this time and will not hold it against you.

The young man hugged him with his arms, and his soft palms continued to soothe his trembling back.

He said seriously, "I'll only say this once. I have no one else but you. I have only done those things with you."

Fu Lingye's pupils shrank suddenly in shock. What did he mean?

Is it explaining what happened before?

Did I misunderstand him? So he was very angry.

So does he still like himself?

"I like you and love you, but my love may be shallow. It can overturn the world for you, but it cannot bring you a world full of light."

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to love you enough to make you stop torturing yourself."

"With me here, no one in this world can hurt you anymore."

After the young man said this, he was stunned for a moment. If there was anyone in this world who could hurt him, it would only be himself.

I stopped the whole world, but I couldn't stop myself from hurting him.

Just because of a few angry words from me, he was so afraid of losing, forcing him to go against the settings, break through his psychological defenses, and accept that he liked me.

Why does he always find ways to make me feel soft-hearted and sorry for him?

The boy's lips curled slightly, and he rubbed his head against his chest like a spoiled child: "I'm sorry, I just said that I don't like you, it was just said in anger, please don't be sad, okay."

Fu Lingye's mood at this moment seemed to have risen from hell to heaven in an instant. His heart no longer ached, but was replaced by full of joy.

He was extremely happy, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Trying hard to suppress the upward curve of the corners of your lips.

Although I didn't know why this guy's attitude suddenly changed so much, the indescribable joy in my heart told me that I might have fallen in love with him, and I was once again immersed in his applause.

That's all....

He lowered his eyes and responded to the boy in a low voice, "Okay."

The boy looked up at the pair of dark eyes that had not yet lost their broken feeling, "Then kiss me."

Fu Lingye was a little uncomfortable with the boy's sudden change of attitude and enthusiasm. His eyes were wandering and he felt a little embarrassed.

Shy men are rare. A hint of mischief flashed across the boy's eyes: "Don't you want to kiss me?"

Fu Lingye now felt his mouth dry and there was only one thought circling in his mind: if he didn't kiss her, he would miss an opportunity for intimacy!

So he closed his eyes like a broken jar and bent down to kiss the boy's red lips.

Touching the softness, he kissed deeper and deeper without any instruction...

So soft, so sweet, I want to kiss you till the end of time...

A long time passed and the kiss continued, and he was reluctant to stop.

The young man clung to him like a dodder, his legs softened by his kisses. Fu Lingye hugged his waist tightly to prevent him from losing his balance.

"Hmm..." What came to my ears was the young man's passionate panting.

Both delicate and charming.

It was so tempting that his breathing became heavier and more disordered.

My hands started to become uncontrollable.

The boy used up almost all of his rationality and said vaguely: "Brother......"

When Fu Lingye heard the boy's voice, his cold cheeks instantly turned red.

He came to his senses almost instantly, quickly withdrew his hand and stood there at a loss.

His chest rose and fell, and his breathing was rapid: I almost did it just now...

The boy said in a soft voice: "Brother, let's go home..."

He agreed almost without hesitation, his voice full of hoarseness: "Okay." Go home and continue...

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The gate of Chongqing University.

There was a Maybach parked there. When the driver saw his boss coming out of the school, he quickly got out and opened the back door.

Fu Lingye took the boy into the Maybach.

The boy sat softly on him, feeling extremely comfortable.

The boy had not slept all night, and now he let go of all his indifference and threw himself into the warm embrace, which made him drowsy.

"Brother, I'm sleepy..."

"Well, go to sleep, I'm here..."

Half an hour later.

Maybach slowly entered a detached villa.

The cold and aloof big boss who always kept strangers away, picked up a young boy and carried him horizontally in public. The intimacy between them shocked all his subordinates and servants.