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At eleven o'clock at night, the heavy snow made the gradually silent city white.

Mao Fei and Zhuang Zhou were standing outside MOMO, Mao Fei was holding a bottle of hot milk to keep warm, and was asking Zhuang Zhou repeatedly.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Zhuang Zhou replied, "No."

"Or girlfriend?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "No."

Mao Fei let out a "huh" and said, "Me neither."

Ask again: "Are you in good health?"

Zhuang Zhou's expression was a bit subtle, he hesitated for a moment and replied: "I have a slight allergic reaction to aloe vera."

Mao Fei puffed up his face dryly, wondering if he was asking too tactfully, but he didn't know how to be more direct. He held the milk bottle and rubbed it, and simply stopped asking. It is quite reassuring.

Mao Fei blinked the snowflakes off his eyelashes and said, "Do you have anything to ask me?"

Zhuang Zhou put on his coat, and the long coat that hung down to his knees made his figure look very good. Mao Fei squinted his eyes and looked up and down, and various plots in various yellow texts gradually filled his head.

"what's your name?"

Mao Fei refused to answer: "I won't tell you."

"Then add a WeChat?"

Mao Fei still refused: "What's the rush, let's talk after we finish."

Zhuang Zhou looked puzzled, and finally realized that there seemed to be a misunderstanding: "You think I want to ask you out?"

After hearing this, Mao Fei wondered, "Don't you want to ask me out?"

Zhuang Zhou was questioned, and explained: "It's a date, not a hookup."

Even more surprising than aloe vera, Mao Fei was surprised when he heard the words, looked at the man in front of him under the neon light, and stammered, "Dating, dating?"

Zhuang Zhou was silent, looking at Mao Fei with serious and convinced eyes.

"But I..." Mao Fei was a little confused, "But you are too old to date."

Zhuang Zhou laughed when he heard this, and asked, "How old are you?"

Mao Fei lied decisively: "25."

"I'm only two years older than you." Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to pat the snow falling on his head, "You don't look like 25, you look like twenty."

Mao Fei didn't say a word, he was inexplicably guilty when he was said to be old, and he didn't move while letting Zhuang Zhou's fingers brush his hair.

Dating, it’s been too long, the last date was---

Mao Fei stopped suddenly, and his ambiguous emotions scattered like a snowball thrown out. The last date should have been tonight, and he was supposed to hold an oil painting and give it to the senior who made his heart flutter.

As far as the heart is concerned, Mao Fei realized that he was too easily moved. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhuang Zhou. To be honest, this man moved his heart more than his senior tonight, much more, a lot more.

Probably this is the irresistible charm of old men.

Zhuang Zhou was amused by Mao Fei's eyes, he turned sideways: "Let's go."

"where to?"

"Skip the appointment and go straight to the step you said."

This is, it is going to open a house.

Mao Fei instinctively shivered for a moment, followed Zhuang Zhou's footprints with his head down, and muttered, "So where are you going?"

About to go down the stairs, Zhuang Zhou stretched out a hand to hold Mao Fei's arm: "Slow down."

"So actually you still want to have sex," Mao Fei hummed while enjoying the concern, "Dating is when you put on a show."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lowly, without saying a word to refute, he didn't let go of his hand after going down the stairs, and directly held Mao Fei's palm.

Zhuang Zhou said, "Go to Berwen."

Mao Fei was startled, and couldn't care about his heart beating wildly: "You don't need to go to such a good hotel, I, I, I, I can't afford it!"

"No AA, please."

"There's no need to go—"

Thinking that this is someone who would not feel wronged even with three bottles of Lafite, Mao Fei looked away: "As long as you like it."

The two sat in the taxi, still holding hands.

Mao Fei held the milk with one hand, and gently stroked the glass wall with his fingertips, making all the troubles in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly.

He's really in a car on his way to a one-night stand.

This step, which I had wavered several times but failed to take, was finally taken tonight under the mixed mood.

The date was still his teacher Song's friend.

Mao Fei was blank for a second, and suddenly had an idea. He stopped pretending to be indifferent and looked at the scenery lightly, and turned his head to Zhuang Zhou and said, "You can't tell anyone, not anyone!"

Zhuang Zhou squeezed his hand to comfort him: "Yes."

"Neither the one you're dating tonight!"

"Okay. But I'm not dating him."

They all went to the Qing bar to eat, chat and play games, and even played several games. Isn't this called a date?

Mao Fei didn't argue with him, the car pulled over immediately, he moved his buttocks to the driver's place, and consciously took out his mobile phone to scan the code.

Zhuang Zhou got out of the car with his handbag, and Mao Fei got off after paying the car fare. This was his first visit to a high-end hotel like Bowen, and it was not bad. Thinking about the first time in his life, he was with such a high-quality partner. In an elegant environment, if the partner's bed skills are also good, so that he can often think about it afterwards, then there will be no regrets or regrets for this indulgence.

"What are you thinking?" Zhuang Zhou picked up Mao Fei again, brought Mao Fei to his side, and walked through the revolving door together.

"I'm thinking, the milk is too cold."

"There is a microwave in the room, and I will heat it up for you later."

Two men walked hand in hand in the brightly lit hall, one for business and one for college, like a brother holding a brother. If it wasn't for the late night when there were few people, they would probably have attracted a lot of attention.

Mao Fei was a little at a loss, and couldn't help looking around curiously. He didn't realize something was wrong until he was pulled into the elevator: "We haven't checked in yet."

As if by magic, Zhuang Zhou had an extra room card in his hand, pasted it on the sensor, and the button light on floor 60 turned on.

Mao Fei pursed his lips, Zhuang Zhou saw through his small thoughts, and said "Huh?" jokingly.

Mao Fei said: "Successful people."

Unable to hear praise or criticism, Zhuang Zhou sighed with a smile: "Then you are really talking the wrong way."

Mao Fei thought to himself, successful people never say they are successful, but the next second their hands are held up, with a silver-gray veil in their palms.

With the handbag at his feet, Zhuang Zhou lowered his eyes to wipe off the thin sweat between Mao Fei's fingers.

The fabric is soft and sounds sweet, if you promise.

Zhuang Zhou said, "Don't be nervous."

Mao Fei said stubbornly, "I'm not nervous."

When we arrived at the [-]th floor, the elevator doors opened slowly. The carpet in the corridor was so thick that it seemed to be stuck in cotton when you stepped on it, and there was no movement at all.

Arriving at 605, Zhuang Zhou swiped his card to enter the door, Mao Fei felt a sense of restraint entering someone's living room: "Are you here on a business trip?"

"Well, let's help my friend." Zhuang Zhou hung up his coat, turned to look for Mao Fei to get milk, "Do you want to eat something? There are cakes and fruits."

Mao Fei shook his head: "No, I...I'll take a shower first."

The suite was very big, as clean and tidy as a new house. He stood by the sofa and took off his clothes, and saw a large black suitcase standing beside the coffee table, half of the luggage was torn off, and the three characters followed brightly behind the place of departure: Little voodoo.

It turned out to be, fellow?

Mao Fei was surprised for a second, and then his affection for this man increased by two points.

The heating in the room was full, and Mao Fei ran into the bathroom to take off his underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror and said silently: No, don’t be cowardly, think about the feeling like the waves that Yinyin said, and you will be able to do it soon. Get it, don't be shy!

The pep talk was over, and just as the flowers were about to bloom, Mao Fei remembered another important thing. He wrapped himself in a bathrobe and ran out, without shoes, and stood barefoot at the kitchen door.

In the kitchen, Zhuang Zhou rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and was washing strawberries.

"Ding", the milk is hot.

Zhuang Zhou looked at Mao Fei, "What's the matter?" He took out the milk and held it in his hand for a while, feeling that the temperature was just right, then handed it over, "Drink some first."

Mao Fei took the bottle in a daze, and even the cap had been loosened. He raised his head and took a sip, with milky white around his lips.

Mao Fei suddenly came back to his senses, no, can this man be a little conscious of a one-night stand?According to the usual script, shouldn't they kiss and hug like a wolf as soon as they enter the door, strip naked and fall on the bed?What milk to feed and what strawberries to wash?Did he come for supper?

Taking a shower before doing can be included as an extra service!

But he still upholds the courtesy to strangers: "Well, where is your handkerchief?"

Zhuang Zhou understood: "It's in the right pocket of the coat."

"Then I'll wash it off."

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Okay, eat strawberries after washing."

Who wants to eat it!

Mao Fei roared inwardly, holding the baby bottle and saying: "Yeah!"

Back in the bathroom, hot water poured down his head. Mao Fei likes this kind of strong water pressure shower. Dry on the towel rack.

After washing the handkerchief and washing himself, the scent of the shower gel was very strong. Mao Fei rubbed every inch of his skin carefully, and when he realized that the pleasant little song came out of his mouth, he immediately stopped, he thought , As for being so happy?

As for?

When I was in love with my ex, I didn't hold hands a few times. He didn't like it. He felt that the two men should not be like little girls, so Mao Fei always chased after his buttocks to hold his hand, begging for holding, begging for hugs. , begging for a marriage, and finally a painful lesson of "soft-hearted towards scumbags and turned into scumbags".

Wanting a sweet love is a luxury.

At this moment, he tasted a little bit of sweetness from a hook-up partner who he didn't know yet.

Mao Fei thought about it quickly, hummed a little song again to cheer up, it's all here, enjoy yourself in time!

After washing, his whole body was pink, thinking that he still had a slight fever, Mao Fei blow-dried his hair dry and fluffy before coming out, he was wearing a bathrobe belt and pulling on his slippers and shouted: "I'm done washing."

No one answered, the kitchen lights were turned off, Mao Fei was standing in the living room, there was a bowl of bright red strawberries on the coffee table, and his unfinished milk beside him, and the sound of dripping water came from the direction of the bedroom.

Mao Fei was silent for a moment, knowing that it was Zhuang Zhou taking a bath, he listened and heard his own violent heartbeat.

It wasn't until this moment that Mao Fei realized how nervous he was.

Tension, anticipation, curiosity, bewilderment, and then all tension.

Strawberry couldn't relieve his bewilderment and anxiety. Mao Fei licked his lips and finally released the freeze. He walked around in the living room, his head was full of buzzing, like a dog trapped in a strange room and couldn't find it. Flies to the exit.

The flies were tired and landed on the side of the cabinet. Mao Fei couldn't hold back his heartbeat or gasp, so with a shaking hand, he randomly picked up a pack of cigarettes from a row of cigarettes.

He doesn't know how to smoke, and he can't even remember whether to light it first and then put it in his mouth, or hold it first and then light it.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally took the first sip. Mao Fei didn't dare to swallow it. He puffed up his face and held a big cloud of tobacco smell. He couldn't get up or down. He frowned and ran to the balcony, opened the window, and "huh" Spit it all out.

The scarlet dot was still on, and Mao Fei was so choked that he didn't want to take a second sip. He held the cigarette like a paintbrush, and stretched out the window to knock the ash.

The sky was dark and snowflakes were drifting in.

Mao Fei closed the window halfway, and saw the man's shadow in the glass.

He turned around, not knowing what to say.

If it was at the age of high school, Mao Fei guessed, he might say without hesitation: "You have such a good figure, I like it so much, and you will make a lot of money by sleeping until you sleep!"

This problem has been corrected a lot in the past two years. After all, the university is a small society, and it has grown somewhat.

Zhuang Zhou stood beside him, and took back his hand on the window sill, it was cold, he took the cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Do you know how to smoke?"

The frozen hands were clasped in the palms and covered, and the hot temperature pressed against the skin, as if it was about to burn.

Mao Fei looked at Zhuang Zhou's face: "No, I'll smell it."

Zhuang Zhou was provoked into a chuckle, and he asked, "Can I feed you?"

After all, the scarlet became brighter and then dimmed. Zhuang Zhou took the cigarette away with one hand, and stroked Mao Fei's face with the other. He slowly moved closer, opened his mouth when he was about to touch, and held the two in his mouth. Soft lips.

It seems to be gently lifted by the smoke, flying to a high place, like falling into the clouds.

He suddenly fell from the clouds again, enjoyment turned into torture, Mao Fei pushed the person in front of him away, covered his mouth and coughed so hard that he was about to bend over.

The smoke was still burning, Zhuang Zhou crushed it against the tiled wall and said with a smile, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Mao Fei coughed until his eyes were filled with tears. He shook his head when he heard the words, he was in a state of embarrassment, and took a few deep breaths before calming down. His throat was still itchy and uncomfortably uncomfortable.

He doesn't go to work tomorrow, but he has to go to class. Teacher Song's class is in the afternoon, and that pervert rolls the roll every class. He has to raise his hand when he answers, and he can't even cheat.

Mao Fei wiped away his tears, and scolded, "Bad review!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed straight, and was about to ask him if he wanted to eat some strawberries to remove the smell, when he pulled the front of his clothes and kissed him.

The smell of cigarettes remained between the lips and tongues of the two of them. It was not offensive, sexy and seductive. Mao Fei quickly lost the initiative. When the tip of his tongue was lightly sucked, his waist was also tightly hugged. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the long-lost pleasure. .

The heartbeat in my ear is gradually inaudible, only moist and lingering, not fierce at all, not as fierce as a wolf, still gentle, and even tasted the feeling of love and affection. The wind that came was too cold.

Mao Fei snorted, Zhuang Zhou stopped kissing, and pecked at the corner of his lips eagerly, and then freed a hand to close the window tightly.

"Your phone is on the sofa, flashing."

"Let it flash."

Zhuang Zhou's fingertips brushed Mao Fei's eyes, where there was crimson water, which was too beautiful to describe, and he asked, "You haven't finished your milk yet."

Mao Fei said, "Don't drink."

"Where's the strawberry?"

"Not eating either."

Zhuang Zhou hugged him tighter: "Tell me your name."

Mao Fei shook his head, the hand on his waist was so strong that he felt stimulation and excitement beyond fear.

He continued to shake his head: "I won't tell you."

Zhuang Zhou bent down, grabbed his back and legs and picked him up. The bathrobe was loosened, revealing a large piece of coveted chest line. Mao Fei felt ashamed and embarrassed when he touched it. Excited, he had never been hugged by a princess before, and he had never seen or touched such a figure, so he held back his shame and asked, "Can you...can you let me experience the feeling of the surging waves?"

In the bedroom, only a soft yellow wall lamp was turned on, which enveloped the atmosphere just right.

Mao Fei fell into the big bed and was firmly held down by Zhuang Zhou. The man on his body looked puzzled, and slowly smiled again: "Your first time?"

Mao Fei regretted it for a second, and there was no way to remedy it, so he turned his head and said stiffly: "It's not."

Zhuang Zhou lowered his head and kissed him, his hands were not idle, he loosened his bathrobe, revealing his collarbone and shoulders with a light peach pink.

He said: "Who did you hear that the waves are surging?"

Mao Fei turned his face away again and remained silent.

Zhuang Zhou pinched his chin to force him to turn back, and kissed his lips so red and swollen.

He said: "You are like a peach blossom."