Social temperature

"Change, I'll change everything." Song Yuanxun responded quickly, making Fang Zhaomu wonder if he really knew where he was going to start.

It's just that Fang Zhaomu was a little sleepy thinking about it just now, and he got angry not long ago and felt very tired, so he said, "Song Yuanxun, I want to sleep."

Fang Zhaomu didn't give any other hints, Song Yuanxun didn't dare to do anything, he squeezed Fang Zhaomu's palm stiffly, and said, "Go to sleep."

Fang Zhaomu lay on his side beside Song Yuanxun, with his legs resting on Song Yuanxun's body, his face pressed against Song Yuanxun's shoulder, and he stretched out his hand to poke Song Yuanxun's lower abdomen. Feeling that the muscles were hard, he closed his eyes and asked casually: " Are the photos in your software fake?"

"En." Song Yuanxun put his hand on the back of Fang Zhaomu's and said.

"Where did you find it?" Fang Zhaomu said, "Are there any other photos?"

Song Yuanxun's reaction was much bigger than Fang Zhaomu's imagined, and he held Fang Zhaomu's wrist vigilantly, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Ask." Fang Zhaomu said, wanting to withdraw his hand.

Song Yuanxun didn't let it go, and said, "There's nothing else."

Fang Zhaomu thought it was funny that Song Yuanxun had no money here, so he deliberately said: "I don't believe it, I will go to Google to search for pictures tomorrow."

"No." Song Yuanxun groped around the bedside for a while, then turned on the floor lamp in the guest bedroom, and there was some light in the room.

Fang Zhaomu wasn't sleepy any more, he saw Song Yuanxun leaning over, pressed Fang Zhaomu and said again: "No."

"Why not?" Fang Zhaomu moved to the side, putting his hands on Song Yuanxun's shoulders, trying to push him away, but after a few pushes, Song Yuanxun didn't move at all, Fang Zhaomu softened and said, "Forget it. .”

Song Yuanxun lowered his head slightly and looked at Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu was a little afraid of Song Yuanxun's behavior, because Song Yuanxun's eyes were very scary, looking straight into his eyes, with undisguised aggression, possession, attack and...obsession.

Fang Zhaomu didn't want to look any more, so he closed his eyes, but Song Yuanxun took advantage of the situation and kissed Fang Zhaomu's lips.

Song Yuanxun exerted more pressure than before, licking Fang Zhaomu's lips, prying open his teeth, and biting his lips, the hard thing pressed against Fang Zhaomu's navel, pressing Fang Zhaomu's lower abdomen slightly concave.Even through the fabric of the trousers and nightgown, Fang Zhaomu could feel the heat and size.

Song Yuanxun kissed so much that Fang Zhaomu could hardly breathe. Fang Zhaomu pushed Song Yuanxun hard, and Song Yuanxun left a little, still looking at Fang Zhaomu without speaking.

"Song Yuanxun..." Fang Zhaomu said, "I have a cold, and you still say change."

Song Yuanxun kissed Fang Zhaomu's face, let go of his hand, and said, "I don't do anything."

Song Yuanxun got up and sat on the bed, touched the back of Fang Zhaomu's hand as if cherishing it, then touched Fang Zhaomu's face, closed Fang Zhaomu's nightgown, and said, "Go to sleep."

Then he reached out and touched Fang Zhaomu's hand.

Fang Zhaomu said dumbfoundedly, "What are you going to do?"

Song Yuanxun's mobile phone vibrated suddenly, Fang Zhaomu took a look, the caller seemed to be surnamed Zhao.Song Yuanxun sat down and picked up the phone, and hung up immediately after seeing it.

Fang Zhaomu was still looking at him, Song Yuanxun said, "You sleep."

His cell phone rang again, and Song Yuanxun took the cell phone and walked out of the room.

Fang Zhaomu woke up after a short sleep and found that he had a fever. He went downstairs and told Song Yuanxun. Song Yuanxun took out a thermometer and took his temperature. It was more than 38 degrees.Fang Zhaomu himself thought it was okay, but Song Yuanxun looked calm, but in fact he was probably a little anxious.

It was difficult for Dr. Blizzard to come to the door, so he called the doctor for half an hour. Fang Zhaomu listened beside him, and the more he listened, the more amusing he became.

After Song Yuanxun hung up the phone, he took medicine for Fang Zhaomu and stared at Fang Zhaomu as he drank the porridge and took the medicine.

Fang Zhaomu was not serious, and the fever subsided in the evening. Song Yuanxun was very particular, and came to take his temperature every once in a while, saying that the fever would recur.Fang Zhaomu was woken up by him as soon as he fell asleep, several times in succession, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to drive Song Yuanxun out, and Song Yuanxun pressed and kissed him a few times, saying that he could pass the cold back.

Fang Zhaomu's fever did not repeat, and no matter what Song Yuanxun expected, the extreme weather would pass.

Classes were suspended for three days, and Fang Zhaomu also stayed at Song Yuanxun's house until Wednesday, and then went back to his own home.

There are only two months left before Fang Zhaomu returns to China. Fang Zhaomu has nothing to do in the laboratory, and he doesn't have much daily interaction with Song Yuanxun.

Fang Zhaomu was urged by Song Yuanxun to use his phone again. Song Yuanxun had known Fang Zhaomu for more than a semester, and his status in Fang Zhaomu's heart fluctuated. Finally, he asked for Fang Zhaomu's chat software personal business card.

On Thursday of the next week of Blizzard, a new instrument came to the laboratory, and the professor called all the students in the laboratory to hold a meeting.

Song Yuanxun went to pick up Fang Zhaomu, and the two of them stayed in the car for a while, and when they went upstairs, the entire small conference room was short of them.

Originally, Zhang Ranyu only reserved one place for Song Yuanxun, but Zhou Meng came to see it and reserved another one for Fang Zhaomu.

Everyone watched Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu come in. Song Yuanxun looked around and took Fang Zhaomu to the seat reserved for them by the other two.

Zhang Ranyu marveled in his heart for a second that Zhou Meng knew things like a god, and then began to think about when the relationship between Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu improved.He is actually the most embarrassing person in the laboratory now. In order to curry favor with Song Yuanxun before, he pretended to be at odds with Fang Zhaomu. Yu panicked.

From the corner of his eye, he quietly paid attention to the movements of Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu beside him.

As soon as Song Yuanxun took his seat, he asked Fang Zhaomu in a low voice if he wanted to drink water.Fang Zhaomu said no, Song Yuanxun went to pour Fang Zhaomu a glass anyway.

When Song Yuanxun stood up to pour water, Zhang Ranyu glanced at Fang Zhaomu. Fang Zhaomu's coat was pulled up to his neck, and he looked very chilly.

After pouring the water, Song Yuanxun handed it to Fang Zhaomu and whispered what he would like for dinner.

Zhang Ranyu looked down at the simple instruction manual on the board of the chair, and with a glance, he saw a red mark on the back of Fang Zhaomu's hand.

"It's all right." Fang Zhaomu said in a low voice.

The professor and teaching assistants entered the conference room, everyone was quiet, and Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu stopped talking.

After talking about the instruments, Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu stood up, and Zhang Ranyu didn't know what he was thinking, so he took a book and pretended to be on the way, and followed.

He followed Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu down the stairs. That day Song Yuanxun's car was parked on the side of the road behind the building, and Zhang Ranyu followed secretly in the distance, without even attracting their attention.

Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu walked to the side of the car, but didn't get in the car. Zhang Ranyu was almost full of curiosity, and walked over against the wall, squatting to let the bushes block him, intending to hear how Fang Zhaomu tried to please Song Yuanxun Yes, he should also learn a little bit.

Just listen to Song Yuanxun's voice saying: "Go to my house and do it."

Zhang Ranyu didn't expect that Fang Zhaomu would be able to go to Song Yuanxun's house, so he moved a little closer, through the gap between the bushes, to see how they were doing.

"Shall I do it?" Fang Zhaomu asked Song Yuanxun softly.

Song Yuanxun waited for a while, then tentatively said, "May I try?"

Fang Zhaomu smiled and said, "Forget it."

Fang Zhaomu approached Song Yuanxun, and said something soft to him, Song Yuanxun pressed Fang Zhaomu on the door of the car, and pressed him down.

When I returned to Song Yuanxun's house, it was only after three o'clock.

Fang Zhaomu opened the refrigerator, took some chilled food out to defrost, and just after washing his hands, Song Yuanxun hugged him from behind.

"It's too early to cook now." Song Yuanxun said.

Fang Zhaomu turned around and asked, "Then why not do it early?"

Song Yuanxun trapped Fang Zhaomu between him and the pool with both hands, lowered his head and asked Fang Zhaomu expressionlessly: "What do you mean by sending those things you bought online to my house?"

"It's not interesting, so it's already here, and you didn't tell me," Fang Zhaomu raised his head and kissed Song Yuanxun's chin, and said, "I really want to help you with sex, but you are so fierce."

Song Yuanxun lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Fang Zhaomu's, and kissed him lightly with his face sideways.

After kissing for a while, Song Yuanxun moved away a little, and Fang Zhaomu asked again: "I'll be back in more than a month, don't you want it?"

Fang Zhaomu put his arms around Song Yuanxun's neck, breathing in his ears, his body was soft, and he let Song Yuanxun carry him upstairs without resistance.

Fang Zhaomu was also afraid of pain, so he bought an aphrodisiac inhalant, which took effect before he finished taking off his clothes.

His whole body was weak and he sat in Song Yuanxun's arms with his legs open. Song Yuanxun held Fang Zhaomu's genitals and moved them slowly up and down. His knuckles brushed against Fang Zhaomu's lower abdomen. Fang Zhaomu shuddered and lay down in Song Yuanxun's arms. shoulders against his chest.

Song Yuanxun moved quickly, Fang Zhaomu's shoulders rubbed against Song Yuanxun's shirt, feeling a little pain, so he pressed Song Yuanxun's hand.

Song Yuanxun stopped, and Fang Zhaomu stared at him weakly, grabbing the hem of Song Yuanxun's clothes and lifting it up without saying a word.Song Yuanxun followed Fang Zhaomu's gesture and asked Fang Zhaomu to take off his shirt as well.

Fang Zhaomu's skin color is a bit different from Song Yuanxun's, one is milky white, the other is a healthy wheat color, and the temperature is also higher than Song Yuanxun's.Song Yuanxun unbuttoned his trousers, pressed against Fang Zhaomu's lower abdomen hotly, pulled Fang Zhaomu to touch him, then kissed Fang Zhaomu's neck, held Fang Zhaomu's waist with one hand, and slid down his ribs.

The lubricant-stained knuckles squeezed into Fang Zhaomu's body, coming in and out.The room was full of sticky twitching sounds and Fang Zhaomu's panting.

Song Yuanxun probably loved listening to Fang Zhaomu's screams, so he stopped as soon as Fang Zhaomu made a sound, put Fang Zhaomu flat on the bed, and pressed him down. Fang Zhaomu touched the muscles of Song Yuanxun's lower abdomen, and held Song Yuanxun to let him in.

Song Yuanxun tried to push in, Fang Zhaomu's legs curled up, shaking uncontrollably with Song Yuanxun's impact.Song Yuanxun hit each time hard, Fang Zhaomu couldn't scream, his breath was very short, Song Yuanxun's body, lips, tongue and heart were held in his hands, he loosened and tightened, but he didn't let go.

The two did it, but they didn't make a meal. It was nine o'clock before Song Yuanxun was kicked out of bed by Fang Zhaomu to order takeaway.