Do not touch without permission

Aunt Xu was cooking in the kitchen, and the two of them were sitting on the living room floor and lying on the living room table doing questions and previewing new semester texts.The ground is clean and cold, Yang Xi's feet are white and tender, as delicate as jade porcelain, and they look beautiful on the white porcelain floor tiles.

Yang Xi, I worked on the questions very quickly. For the same question, Yang Xi and I usually turned the pages, and Song Yuan might still be making choices, which put Song Yuan under a lot of pressure every time.Later, Song Yuan made a lot of mistakes, so Yang Xiwo had to reprimand him again, hitting the back of his hand with a pen every now and then.

Song Yuan didn't do it fast today, mainly because he hadn't consolidated and couldn't remember the knowledge points of biology in the new semester. It was more difficult to do, and he was scratching his head and thinking.

Yang Xi, I stopped the questions in my hand, turned around to help him sort out the knowledge points, and finally said: "Come over the principles of body/fluid regulation and nerve regulation here again, and learn to draw pictures before doing the questions. The odds are high."

Yang Xi's hand holding the pen seemed to be a finely crafted work of art. Song Yuan lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand, then raised his head and chuckled softly, "Okay, teacher."

Yang Xi took a sip of water, handed the glass to Song Yuan, and said softly, "After drinking the water, write."

Song Yuan took the water glass and drank it down, staring at the picture of neuromodulation drawn on the book, trying to express the knowledge point, and then drew it on the draft paper.

When eating, Song Yuan served Yang Xi and me a meal. Aunt Xu came out of the kitchen and asked Song Yuan, "Ah Yuan, why are there so many small boxes in the closet in your room?"

Song Yuan became nervous, and said in a panic, "Auntie, I organize my own clothes..." Song Min gave him a set, and he deliberately piled it up with clothes, which can be discovered.When should this be used?A lifetime's worth!

"Oh, after that, I'll fold the clothes and put them on your bed after drying."

"Ok."

Yang Xiwo looked up at him with a panicked look on his face, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Eat quickly, there are other subjects later."

Song Yuan nodded, grabbed the chopsticks and picked food for Yang Xiwo desperately, to cover up his guilty conscience.

When Song Yuan started studying with Yang Xiwo, he liked to wander off when doing the questions to take advantage of it.But later, under Yang Xiwo's indifference and ruthlessness, he no longer expected anything, and studied seriously.

When Song Yuan learned the last subject, he was a little exhausted. He said he wanted to take a break, so he went to the refrigerator downstairs to find some ice cream to eat.

Yang Xi I was biting the vanilla-flavored ice cream, and suddenly remembered what I was going to do today, and said softly, "Since you don't study, take a notebook."

Song Yuan was biting the ice cream, frightened by the unexpected words, hesitated for a moment, guilty and ashamed: "Do you really want to see it?" There was also a confession he wrote to the little monk on it, he felt that his wife was too shameful .

Song Yuan took out the key from the schoolbag, opened the drawer, and took out the notebook, the pendant and the photo album in the box.

Song Yuan said in a low voice and hoarsely: "You have to be prepared."

The inside is very yellow, very color, very shameful...

Yang Xi I was about to open the notebook, Song Yuan panicked and covered his slender jade hand, and said seriously: "You have to be prepared, don't get angry." Because the little monk in it doesn't fit his image at all, except That night in the gazebo, the little monk looked a little aggrieved and pitiful, but he soon returned to normal.

"Don't get angry, let go." Yang Xi said softly, and slowly turned to the first page. There were still many love hearts drawn on it, and there was a shy little head. The cartoon font written with a marker pen showed impressively: " mandarin duck cp"

Yang Xi and I asked perplexedly: "What is a mandarin duck cp? What is a cp? Cerebral palsy? Or a criminal profiler?"

"Couple, couple."

"Where are the mandarin ducks?"

"I don't know either, maybe it refers to a couple in Chinese, double affirmation, it plays an emphasis!"

Yang Xiwo nodded thoughtfully and turned to the first page.He usually reads quickly, but Zhong Yu's handwriting is cartoonish and big, and he can read it with a glance.Song Yuan watched the change of his expression uneasily, imagining how he would get angry later.

Yang Xi and I put down the ice cream stick, took a red pen, and sighed softly: "The writing is poor, please correct it."

Song Yuan almost vomited blood. At that time, his blood was boiling with excitement, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.In the end, the little monk only came up with eight words: "The writing is very poor, please correct it." If Zhong Yu knew this, would she cry miserably?

Yang Xiwo looked calm when he read the yellow story, but when he turned to the love story Song Yuan wrote to him, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Yang Xi I licked my lips, turned my head and said softly: "I, I, I like you. I want to stay by your side all the time, you sleep, I guard. While thinking of you, while doing what you have done, setting off My own little spark..."

Song Yuan stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, the ice cream in his hand melted down on his body and feet, blushed and said in shame: "Don't read it out, it's too shameful, you are not cruel, right?"

Yang Xiwo smiled slightly, kissed his palm, and stared deeply at Song Yuan with a smile of tenderness in his eyes.

Song Yuan couldn't stand this kind of gaze, he hugged his head with both hands, and rushed towards him.The sweet and icy lips kissed Yang Xi's lips, which were dark red from the ice cream.The ice cream in Song Yuan's hand melted on his fingers and fell on his pants along his elbows. It was cold and milky white, and the sweet smell permeated the whole room.

The soft tongue turned from cold to warm, licking and sucking in Yang Xiwo's mouth. When she left, Yang Xiwo's red lips seemed to seep into the surrounding skin.

Song Yuan smiled lightly: "It's delicious."

Yang Xiwo took a deep breath, looked at the ice cream water all over Song Yuan's body, and kissed Song Yuan's lips, hugging Song Yuan's neck.Thinking of the shy and weak self in Zhong Yu's short story, he pretended to be soft and coquettish, and said coquettishly: "Brother, I still want to eat."

"Damn, don't do this, I won't be able to stand it for a while." Song Yuan squeezed the muscles in his waist, hugged him on his lap and sat there, opened the box with clean hands, and there were six small pendants inside , are their little pendants.

"This photo album, I gave it on my birthday, our photos. From being at the same table, you look at you, from a little man as tall as my chest to so tall now, have you noticed the way I look at you?"

"Yes, like a wolf like a tiger! Does Zhong Yu know?"

Song Yuan thought for a moment and said: "I don't know, she thinks that we are not single now, and she probably won't shoot us again in the future."

Yang Xiwo nodded, and said solemnly: "Alright, let her study, the writing is too bad." Yang Xiwo turned his head and sat face to face with Song Yuan, kissed Song Yuan's lips, and said with a long gasp: "Brother Yuan, let's go take a shower, it's late."

"This is the second time you invite me to take a bath, little monk, are you breaking the precept?"

"Well, I like it."

Song Yuan was amused by his frank answer, and asked, "Guess if I can carry you down? Hurry up..." Yang Xiwo hugged Song Yuan, Song Yuan watched the road, and he was responsible for kissing Song Yuan s face.

The hand behind was gently climbing on the spine, scratching the itch, which made Yang Xiwo laugh out loud, until his voice was hoarse, and kept begging for mercy: "Brother Yuan, let me go..."

Song Yuan naturally let him go, otherwise the two would have to roll down the stairs.

Song Yuan closed the bathroom door, leaned him against the cold wall, slowly undressed him, touched his recently emerged abdominal and chest muscles, and said with a smile: "Well, it's getting better and better."

"itch."

"You're really ticklish..." Song Yuan stretched out his hand to take off his shirt, his arms were very tanned, and in stark contrast, the area covered by the clothes was still very fair.

Yang Xiwo put his feet down, pressed his hands up, and pressed Song Yuan against the sink, causing Song Yuan to gasp.

The refreshing feeling spread to the whole body, staring at Yang Xiwo with red eyes, Song Yuan shouted: "Little monk, are you going to kill me?"

"Help me take it off."

Song Yuan laughed and said: "Little monk, you are a bomb."

"You're a little spark, you exploded when you touched it."

All the pants fell on the ground, and now they are facing each other as a couple, making each other even more shy.

The two hugged each other under the cold shower, breathing to cover the rustling sound of warm water.Song Yuan squeezed his lips deeply, and bit them lightly, until he showed a relaxed expression, which made Song Yuan's whole body hot.

Song Yuan likes to hear his panting and muffled guttural sound.His teeth bit down on the red auricle, he trembled in his arms, hugged himself tightly, panting and tremblingly called out: "Brother Yuan..."

"I, I, shout louder..."

"Brother Yuan..." The muscles of the person in his arms contracted tightly, hugging Song Yuan even tighter, crescent-like fingerprints landed on the back of Song Yuan's shoulder blades, and the bloodshot eyes at the corners of his eyes looked very coquettish in the soft light of the bathroom .

Song Yuan wiped the mist from the bathroom mirror with his hands, washed his hands again, squeezed toothpaste for Yang Xiwo, squeezed Yang Xiwo's flushed cheeks, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brush your teeth with me."

Yang Xi, my mind is still stuck in the beautiful and exciting picture of just taking a shower.Looking at it blankly, Song Yuan was full of joy and cheered in his heart.Song Yuan put his arms around his waist, touched him everywhere, and said: "Later, you go to bed first, and I will wash your underwear for you, and tomorrow you will throw your clothes into the washing machine for washing."

Yang Xiwo nodded with a dazed expression, her hair was still a little wet, and after blowing on the hair dryer for a while, she picked up the toothbrush and brushed her teeth slowly.My mind is full of the eager and exciting images from a few minutes ago, as if Song Yuan's fiery kiss is still on his body, and the heat is still following closely.

Song Yuan dreamed of the day when he returned to military training, and dreamed that Yang Xiwo moved out of Class [-] and returned to that period of uneasy secret love, his eyes widened in fright, and the tears in his eyes slid down on the pillow .

The sky is dawning, and the kingfishers are contending.Song Yuan hugged Yang Xiwo tightly in his arms, confirmed the hickey on his neck, raised his head and kissed his cheek, and took a breath of relief.

Yang Xiwo opened his eyes slightly, hummed in a low voice between half awake and half asleep, changed his sleeping position and stretched his waist slightly.When he got up slowly, he looked down at the people around him who had already woken up, and asked in confusion, "Why did you wake up?"

Song Yuan raised his body and hugged Yang Xiwo's waist, rubbed against her, and said aggrievedly: "I'm having a nightmare."

Yang Xi raised his hand and touched his head, just like Song Yuan caressed him, and said softly, "Is it scary?"

"It's not scary, it's just scary."

"Get up and hug you."

Song Yuan smiled and sat up straight, hugging him full of arms, the restlessness slowly faded away, replaced by warmth.

Yang Xi put on my school uniform and was about to go out, Song Yuan panicked.Although the school's summer shirts and school uniforms have collars, they are not high. As long as the boy lowers his head, the hickey marks on his cold and white neck can be fully revealed.The thin shirt slightly reveals his figure, and the neckline is slightly opened to reveal the deep and sexy collarbone. There are still a few scratches and hickeys on him. Song Yuan was so frightened that he pulled up his neckline and whispered: "I I, button the collar."

"But it's hot!" Yang Xi said with pursed lips, and after thinking about it, he still buttoned his collar until the last one, acting like a good student.But this is very strange, because no one in the whole school buttoned the last button in the summer.

Song Yuan was most afraid of him lying prone on the table, those hickey marks would be particularly conspicuous when he lowered his head, so he stayed by Yang Xiwo's side and did not dare to leave at all.

Today is the first day of school, and many elementary school girls heard that the top students in Class [-] rushed over to have a look, but every time they only saw people sleeping on the table.

"Wow, just looking at that back, I'm excited. Xueba, bless my academic performance!" A girl put her hands together, and she almost worshiped.

"You are a feudal superstition. I think he is handsome from the back. I really want to see what he looks like..."

Kan Long ran in dancing, and excitedly said to Song Yuan, "Boss, I will follow your method to get to WeChat, hehe, thank you, Boss."

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "You're welcome."

"It's the first time in our class that there are so many girls watching. Don't you want Xueba to stand up and accept fans' support? Huh..." Kan Long's sharp eyes caught the red spot on the back of Yang Xiwo's neck, and he moved closer curiously , pointing to his neck and asked: "Is Xueba allergic? It's not like an allergic..."

"Get out, Hanhan... don't make trouble..."

Zhong Yu had already made up her mind not to pay attention to them anymore, but she couldn't help gossiping and looked back at the back of Yang Xiwo's neck.Yang Xiwo was woken up by Hanhan, and slowly raised her head.

The girl outside screamed excitedly: "Look up, look up... Damn, I'm dead, I'm dead... Collect my body in Class 21..."

"Xueba, your neck is bruised..." Kan Long pointed to the back of his neck and asked in puzzlement.

Yang Xiwo let out a muffled snort, blinked Yeye's bright eyes, touched his neck, and whispered softly when he woke up: "Bruises..."

Song Yuan looked at those deep hickey marks, and whispered softly, "I kissed them out."

Yang Xi blushed slightly when I heard Song Yuan's words, and the scene from last night came to my mind again.When Song Yuan kissed the back of his neck fiercely, he felt a little pain at that time, but he didn't go into it later.

The fingertips touched the two powder spots, and the white teeth were biting, it felt very good.Even now, when he thinks about it, he is extremely shy, and his heart is always trembling.

Kan Long leaned closer to listen to the whispers between the two, and repeated: "I...what come out? Xueba, are you okay?"

"Mechanical purpura, it's okay."

Song Yuan yelled: "Get out, you stupid, get out."

After Song Yuan drove Kan Long away, he returned to his seat. Yang Xi raised his hand and pinched Song Yuan's studded earlobe, and said with a light smile, "Brother Yuan, I haven't reviewed the last subject last night."

Song Yuan leaned very close, curiously said: "I'll see now, what kind of disease do you think this mechanical purpura is?"

Yang Xiwoqu pointed to the tabletop and said in a calm and shallow voice, "Oh, the scientific name is mechanical purpura, commonly known as hickey."

"..."