Do not touch without permission

Song Yuan's thoughts drifted far, far away, unable to come back for a long time.Yang Xi and I ate obediently in front of him, feeling less indifferent than usual.His heart was beating so fast, looking at those hands that were as white as green onions, he really wanted to hold them.

Aunt Xu walked over with her mobile phone, and said to Song Yuan and Yang Xi, "Your uncle will come over to pick up your classmates later."

Yang Xi raised his head and nodded politely to Aunt Xu, and said softly, "Thank you."

Song Yuan didn't know why he was going crazy, so he stood up suddenly and said, "I'll go back to my room to see if my game is disconnected." As he spoke, he sprinted up the stairs almost [-] meters away, shutting down in a panic. He came to the door, took out his mobile phone and called Uncle Li, saying: "Hey, Uncle Li, don't come here, I want my classmate to live in my house."

"Oh, oh, ok, do you need me to pick it up tomorrow?"

"Don't, don't, I'll take care of it myself. Don't come over tonight. By the way, wait until you call Aunt Xu and say you have something to do. If you can't come, don't ask why, just say something."

Song Yuan hung up the phone, heaving a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, he threw the phone on the bed, and danced.When he walked out, his face was calm and his steps were light and light.

Song Yuan gave Yang Xiwo an extra bowl of rice, and he felt very comfortable, and persuaded him, "Eat a little, so you can grow your body."

Yang Xi and I were eating green vegetables, and said softly, "That's enough, don't keep mentioning my height, I will grow taller."

Aunt Xu came over again and said, "I'm sorry, my classmates. Uncle Li is suddenly unable to come. Why don't you stay here tonight, it's strange that Ah Yuan is alone here. Tomorrow is the weekend, and you can play later tonight. Ah Yuan, what do you think?"

Song Yuan thought for a while, nodded, and said with joy in his heart but pretended to be calm: "Okay, that's the only way, you can stay here."

"Or, I'll ask my dad to come pick me up!"

"It's so troublesome, can't you let your dad take a good rest? People who work all day have to worry about you. I have everything here, and you use mine, so it's decided. You are honored to be the first to come There are still people who come to live in my house, are you moved?"

When Yang Xi came out wearing Song Yuan's size xxl pajamas, it was like a child stealing an adult's clothes, the trousers dragged the floor.He squatted down and folded it several times, but after walking a few steps, the hem of his trousers became loose again, and he dragged his trousers to walk again.

The whole house is spacious but very quiet, only the sound of the keyboard comes from Song Yuan's room.Yang Xiwo pushed open his room door, lifted his trousers, and said softly and helplessly: "Song Yuan, give me a pair of shorts to wear, long."

Song Yuan turned his head to look at Yang Xiwo who had just come out of the water, his fair and delicate skin was still glowing with water vapor.The water droplets on the hair fell little by little, flowing down his neck into his pajamas, and he seemed to be able to see the water droplets passing through his chest.

Song Yuan swallowed a breath, randomly found a pair of elastic sports pants from the closet, and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Yes." Yang Xi I took the trousers, lowered down naturally, took off the trousers, and put them on in front of him.

Song Yuan stared closely at the white thigh, as if there was a fire burning in his chest, with a prickly feeling.He said in a daze, "I'll take a bath, you can do whatever you want."

Yang Xiwo moved a stool and sat by his computer desk, sent a message to the old father, and quietly wrote the homework and test papers that were handed out today.Sometimes he doesn't like to do homework, because it is simple, but it must be completed.Originally, the teachers of various subjects were slightly critical of him sleeping in class, and if he didn't do his homework, there would be no trouble.

He is not used to the air conditioner being turned on a little low, because usually a small fan blows it at home.He stood up and looked for the remote control of the air conditioner, but he couldn't find it after searching around.

When Song Yuan came in, he was holding a cup of hot milk, saw him looking for something, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"a little cold."

"I'll come..." Song Yuan pressed the button on the wall a few times while talking, and when he turned to look at Yang Xi and me, he found him shivering and asked, "I'll give you a coat to wear, you drink milk .”

Yang Xi and I were sitting beside me, typing and writing articles with my mobile phone.Because he is usually afraid that his father will see that he is writing and contributing articles to make money, so he will use the WeChat dialog box to type, pretend to be chatting, and then use the software to edit the format.

Song Yuan was obviously playing games, but he devoted all of his body and mind to Yang Xiwo.There are thousands of questions in my mind: who is he chatting with?friend?Do I know you?Should I ask?Will it be too much?But I really care, why does he have so many topics to chat with others, but treats me coldly?Yang Xi, you bastard, if you dare to be nice to others, I will screw that person's head off.Could it be...girlfriend?No, girlfriend, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ... no wonder he is usually afraid of girls to touch him ... Miserable, he has a girlfriend, what should I do?

Yang Xi raised my star-like eyes, looked at Song Yuan who was playing games in a daze, looked closer to his screen, pointed at the computer, and said softly with a puzzled look: "What are you doing? Are you in a daze? Failure... ...game over."

Song Yuan turned his head and looked over. When Yang Xiwo leaned over, his wide neckline was open low, and the lines and textures inside were evenly distributed, which could be clearly seen.The scent of shower gel came slightly from the boy's body. At this moment, he and the smell of the boy's body blended well.The air became warmer, and he felt his heart was about to jump out, faintly tingling and numb.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Do you want to play?"

Yang Xiwo shook his head and said softly, "I don't have a computer at home, and I haven't played games before."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't played before, come to my house to play in the future, okay?" Song Yuan's throat moved, and he felt that his tone was like Grandma Wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood to open the door, full of abduction purposes.Her heart was beating wildly, expecting his response, expecting him to fall into the tiger's mouth and fall into his own trap.

"It depends."

"I live here alone, don't be restrained."

"Okay, fine."

"Almost every boy has played it before. Can you give it a try? I'll teach you. It's fun." He stood up, turned down the temperature of the air conditioner at the head of the bed, and said with a smile, "It's a bit hot. If you're cold, tell me .” As he spoke, he pulled the boy’s white arm and sat in front of the computer, introducing the operation method.

The boy's slender hands landed on the black keyboard, looking extraordinarily white and tender.He operated it a little clumsily, his fingers even fluttered like a flustered little rabbit.Wang Wang's deep eyes were wide open, staring at the computer screen, flustered.

Song Yuan stood behind the boy and snickered, seeing how he was at a loss, it was a little cute.Looking at his operation, it was inexplicably funny.Song Yuan leaned down, with one hand attached to the keyboard, and the other big warm hand attached to the tender hand on the mouse, teaching: "Don't rush to the front, run if you can't beat them, and avoid them when you move. s attack."

Yang Xi, I was so hot by his burning chest, I felt the pleasant male voice humming in my ear, which made the roots of his ears tingle, and it was as if a tingling heat surged up from my chest .

Yang Xiwo calmed down his emotions, pursed his lips, and said helplessly, "I don't think I'm suitable for playing games."

"You are much better at operating than I was the first time. I couldn't tell the function of the left and right mouse buttons at the time. I pressed them randomly, and I gradually became familiar with them later."

"Really?" Yang Xi let out a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Okay, then I'll try more."

Song Yuan explained the game further, touched Trick's head, and said softly and hoarsely: "I'll go downstairs to see if there's anything delicious, and I'll make a phone call by the way, you can play by yourself first."

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out, his heart was beating like crazy.In a broken state, he looked down at his brother, leaning his body against the wall, and cursed secretly: Fuck, it's hard.

What to do after this?

He was desperately grabbing his hair, feeling very irritable, and even wanted to cry because he couldn't own and hug, a little wronged.

"The little monk will be scared, what should I do?"

He went into the bathroom again and took a cold shower. He thought about it for a long time until he calmed down. He secretly encouraged himself: "It's okay, it's okay, you can control it."

Song Yuan fried two bowls of noodles downstairs, poured out the juice and ran up to ask Yang Xi to come down and eat.Yang Xiwo was playing better and better at this time, and even got a little energetic, and was dragged down by Song Yuan to eat supper.

"You did it?"

"Of course, my uncle's exclusive secret recipe. After years of improvement, it is absolutely delicious."

Yang Xi looked at a bowl of fried noodles with more eggs than noodles, and couldn't help laughing: "You copy like this, everything tastes good. How many eggs did you lay?"

"I don't lay eggs! Put six eggs, I like eggs."

"Me too."

The two ate and chatted until one o'clock in the morning, and Yang Xi was so sleepy that I could hardly keep my eyes open.He seldom stays up late at ordinary times, and all work and rest follow his old father.Father Yang is usually very tired from work, so he goes to bed early and wakes up early in the morning. He doesn't want to disturb his old father's rest, so he develops the habit of going to bed early.

One tall and one short standing at the door of the bathroom brushing their teeth, looking at the two in the mirror.Song Yuan's heart seemed to be coated with layers of honey, and he was even in a trance when he saw what they looked like when they grew up.He thought, if only they could live together.

"Song Yuan, which room do I sleep in?"

Song Yuan pulled him and snorted coldly: "Who else could it be? It's a waste to open another room without air conditioning or electricity. And those rooms are all dust."

Yang Xi and I listened to his words blankly, feeling a little distressed.I thought, does he live alone all the time?Where are his parents?

Yang Xi couldn't help asking: "What's the relationship between Aunt Xu and you?" This was the first time he asked Song Yuan about his intimate relationship.If it was really a person, it would be so uncomfortable in such an empty place opposite.He knows how it feels, he's been there since he was a kid.

Song Yuan made the bed and said casually: "Auntie, Uncle Li is the driver. You sleep inside, and I sleep outside."

Yang Xi stepped on Song Yuansong's soft bed, lay comfortably, and exclaimed softly: "Your bed is so soft, it's made of cotton."

Song Yuan slept next to him, pulled Yang Xiwo into his arms, and said with a smirk: "When you get into my bed, you will be mine from now on."

The heart is beating violently.By the way, Yang Xi, will I hear?

Yang Xi's eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them, so I hummed softly, "I'm so sleepy, I fell asleep."

"Okay, little monk, good night..."

Song Yuan stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep, the person in his arms was breathing slowly, and the head with prickly hair was pressed against his chin, a little piercing his face.He looked sideways at the young man who was sleeping soundly, his throat was convulsed, he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed the young man's forehead, he was panting and restless.

Why am I so sensitive?

As soon as I met him, it was like being in a deep water whirlpool, and my heart was in a mess.The warmth, breath and hugs from the boy fell on his lithe heart.

He stroked the boy's face lightly, and touched his psoas muscles extra presumptuously. It was soft and hot, but it felt a little tight again.He chuckled lightly, thinking to himself: Are you exercising secretly?Exercise well, grow taller, and have a better figure.

He pulled out his hand, sat up irritably, sighed depressedly, scratched the back of his head, cursed himself for being crazy, and was fucking hard again.

Song Yuan, from the very beginning, your soul has been hooked to death.

When I woke up, Yang Xi and I slept very comfortably, it was just a very embarrassing thing, the physiological reaction under my body was a little shy.He tiptoed out of bed, and the person on the bed hummed: "What are you going to do?"

"Toilet."

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he felt a little sleepy again, so he climbed into the bed in despair, lay down next to Song Yuan and fell asleep.

After waking up, Song Yuan lay on his side beside him, watching him sleep, he turned over, stretched on the bed, and said softly: "What time is it?"

"10:30, can you really sleep, brush your teeth and wash your face, and then come back to sleep?"

Yang Xiwo struggled to get up, blinked her eyes, and said in a tired low voice: "Backache and backache."

"Aren't you used to it?"

"I sleep on a bamboo mat at home in summer, and I'm not used to it."

Song Yuan approached suddenly, poked the flesh in his stomach, and asked, "Did you exercise secretly?"

"What is sneaking?" Yang Xiwo rolled his eyes at him, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said softly, "I grew 4 cm taller last month, so you can't tell."

"Look, my brother told you to exercise well. I used to be short. I played basketball and became tall. I grew up in the second year of junior high school. After a year, I will be 1.8 meters. I will be taller in the future. Follow me in the future Is basketball good?"

Yang Xi hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said coldly, "No."

In fact, he is very envious of people who can play basketball. The kind of collision on the court and the laughter of boys are very attractive, but playing basketball cannot avoid friction and contact.Because of skin problems, he became withdrawn and deviant, with a gloomy personality, and even stayed at home every day, afraid to go out, hated taking medicine, and hated being covered with sticky ointment from morning to night.From childhood to adulthood, he has always been alone, quietly, without any friends.

If he hadn't met Song Yuan, he might not have had the opportunity to talk to people so closely.Although Song Yuan is annoying sometimes, Song Yuan's heart is not bad.

"Do you hate other people's touch? Or do you have...a cleanliness?" Song Yuan was very nervous, and accidentally asked the most critical question.Because this boy is never touched by others, only he can, does it mean that he has a great chance?Does it mean he still has weight in his heart?

"It's not cleanliness, it's...uh..." Yang Xi thought about it for a while, he never likes to talk about his skin, except when he has to.After thinking about it, he still chose to tell Song Yuan: "I have sensitive skin. Whenever someone touches me, I feel sensitive and itchy. You are the only one who doesn't. I have never met anyone like you, even my dad. not me."

"So, it's not just for me, but because of me, is that so?" Song Yuan was a little frustrated, it turned out that it was just because I made you not itch, not because it was only for me.

What if there is another person that makes you not itch?Do you lie in someone else's arms like this?What if that person is a girl?Did you hug that girl to sleep?

The more Song Yuan thought about it, the more crazy he became, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. How could it be like this?Too much!

Song Yuan stood up, took a deep breath, forced a smile and said, "Go down and eat something, I'll ask Uncle Li to take you home."

"it is good."

Song Yuan sent Yang Xiwo to the car smoothly. He looked at the car going away, feeling inexplicably lost in his heart. When he turned his head, he saw an empty room again.

He felt extremely uncomfortable and panicked. Standing in the courtyard, he called his mother who was away all the year round.He wants to ask, what should he do if he likes a boy.The phone was finally dialed, and his voice was hoarse: "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Ha, baby, I'm here in the middle of the night, what's the matter? Has your father ever gone back? He told me before that he would go back. "

"No."

"Hey, your father is so virtuous, and his words don't count, so he put you at home, and he doesn't know what to think. Does he have a newcomer outside?"

"do not know."

"You study hard, ah, no, this weekend, go out and have fun with your classmates. Recently, the dance troupe training and performances are too tiring, and my mother is not sleeping well, and she is getting more and more tired. If you have anything to discuss with your father, Mom is not as well-connected as your father, I'm really sorry. Your sister has been too busy recently, hey, each one is getting more and more tired. "

He responded dumbly: "Okay."

He hung up the phone, rushed into the room, grabbed his schoolbag and mobile phone, and ran out, not knowing where he was going.

My heart is so messed up.