Dansu

He just ate some, and then left after cutting the cake at the end, unexpectedly, he was still too naive.

Before eating, the wine was drunk.

Jiang Ming had never drank alcohol before. First, there was no chance, because Fu Qiu had never drank either. There was no alcohol at home, and he basically never went out to get together. Second, he had never thought about it himself.

Now everyone has poured it for him, and a group of people booed and toasted again, and he had to drink it if he didn't drink it.

Fortunately, it was just beer, and there was nothing unacceptable in drinking it, so I drank it as a drink with a rather peculiar taste.

When he was about to cut the cake, Zhan Mu elbowed him.

"Look," Zhan Mu pointed to today's birthday star, "isn't she very beautiful?"

Jiang Ming glanced at it, "It's okay, have you taken a fancy to him?"

"What do you mean? Let me tell you, in my eyes, she is no worse than you." Zhan Mu's voice was slightly higher.

"Oh, you're too drunk." Jiang Ming smiled at him, "Hold it up, and keep your image."

The voice in the box was noisy, and the conversation between the two of them did not attract anyone's attention. Zhan Mu hooked his shoulder and said, "Hey, Jiangming! I know, among other things, there are only ten girls in our class. Nine are interesting to you."

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, "How do you know?"

"How do I know? Just ask, just ask anyone, male or female, ask anyone who doesn't know." Zhan Mu patted his face with sadness and vicissitudes, "Don't say anything else, just you This appearance, tsk, is so gorgeous."

Jiang Ming pursed his lips and helplessly avoided his slap, "Shall we go out and blow some air? I'm dizzy."

"No, I want to watch her here." Zhan Mu slammed his chin on the table with a "boom" and touched the disk on one side. There was a lot of movement, which attracted everyone around to look at it.

Jiang Ming smiled at the people around him, took his arm and dragged him out of the door.

"Hey," Zhan Mu waved his arms, "Wait, wait a minute, now... is it dawn?"

Jiang Ming dragged him into the toilet, "Wash your face."

"This faucet...why...can it run away?" Zhan Mu's hand shook for a long time, but he couldn't touch the switch of the faucet.

"Oh my God." Jiang Ming helped him turn on the switch, lest he would fall headlong into the sink, so he took his hand and placed it on the edge of the sink for support.

I don't know how many sips of water Zhan Mu drank. Anyway, after washing for a long time, the cake was cut when he came back.

Zhan Mu kept pulling him to drink, and he had to watch him finish the glass. If he didn't drink, he directly took the glass to his mouth, didn't control his strength, and splashed him all over the face.

He had already drank five or six cups, but in the end he forced him to drink four more, and he wanted to go to the bathroom.

Although his consciousness was quite clear, his body was out of control, and he almost lost his balance and fell forward when he went to the toilet.

After the last meal of drinking and chatting, the time was almost up, and the parents of Shou Xing called it a day, and a group of people broke up clamoring.

Originally, he was worried that Zhan Mu would not be able to return home like this, but he didn't expect his parents to come to pick him up.

Jiang Ming silently raised his middle finger in his heart, and when he turned his head, he saw Fu Qiu across the road.

"Huh?" Hallucinations after drinking?As soon as he thought of Fu Qiu, he appeared.

Fu Qiu ran up to him, "Have you been drinking?"

Jiang Ming didn't make a sound, just stared at him.

"Do you think I look particularly good-looking now?" Fu Qiu blinked narcissistically.

"Yeah," Jiang Ming put his arms around his head, put his chin on his cap, and rubbed his hair for a while, "it's so beautiful."

"Hastily...my hair is going to break off." Fu Qiu shouted, tugging at his wrist.

Jiang Ming stopped the movement of his hands, but he didn't let go, he strangled his head hard and pressed him into his arms.

Fu Qiu had to bend his neck and back, buried his face in his chest and shouted: "My head is about to break..."

Only then did Jiang Ming let him go, Fu Qiu twisted his neck, "What's wrong with you?"

"Why are you here?" Jiang Ming looked at him.

"I'll come if I want to."

Not far from home, the two walked home.

At this time in late summer and early autumn, the daytime is cool, and at night it is a bit cold. The wind blows the leaves of the grove, and the leaves are shining brightly because of the street lamps and the dim light of the moon, but most of them are hidden in the shadows, appearing very quiet. .

Although Jiang Ming was a little dizzy, he could barely walk in a straight line, and with the cold wind blowing, he was quite awake.

But when he took a bath with Fu Qiu, he felt that the alcohol seemed to be picking up.

The bathroom is such a love-hate place.

Let him wash with Fu Qiu, the process is really tormented, every time it is a torment.

But if they don't wash together in the future, he is reluctant to give up the opportunity to get along like this.

As his body grew, Fu Qiu first sat on the ground with his chin on his shoulders, then stood up, and now, he can only rest his head on his shoulders.

The shower area is specially separated by glass, and it looks a bit crowded when two people stand together in it.

The small space was filled with water vapor, and the mist covered the glass. Because the alcohol had not faded away, Jiang Ming felt like a dream in a trance. His hands uncontrollably climbed up Fu Qiu's thin back, and his fingertips touched the smooth skin. move down...

All the way through the slightly protruding shoulder blades, ribs, gradually inwardly bending tight waist, and slowly protruding round arc...

Without waiting for Fu Qiu to say anything, Jiang Ming bowed his head to him and said in a hoarse voice: "Fu Qiu, have you ever had desire?"

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"Fuqiu, have you ever had desire?"

"Ah?" Fu Qiu was taken aback.

"It's that kind of desire." Jiang Ming said again.

"Why are you asking this?" Fu Qiu looked up at him, "It's spring again?"

Jiang Ming ignored him, grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, "I have desire for you."

"Fuqiu, I have a desire for you." He just said it, and he felt that there was nothing he couldn't say.

He was a little confused in his tone, "Tell me, why is this?"

Fu Qiu took a step back in disbelief, looked into his eyes and said firmly: "Are you drinking too much? You have desires for everyone if you drink too much."

Jiang Ming smiled, "Maybe."

Tonight I had a dream. In the bathroom, he said to Fu Qiu, "Have you ever had desire?" At that scene, Fu Qiu answered him: "I... have."

"What about now?" He pressed Fu Qiu against the wall, rubbing his fingers at the base of his thigh.

Fu Qiu leaned forward to kiss him, he felt hot all over, and pressed against him tightly, and then kept repeating this scene...

When he woke up the next day, Fu Qiu was being held tightly in his arms.

He let go of him like an electric shock, Fu Qiu didn't seem to wake up yet, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The underpants are a little sticky, maybe he did something last night.

Heart raised again.

Jiang Ming paid attention to him all morning, and it was indeed the same as usual, talking about whatever he wanted to talk about.

Since he didn't mention it, it means that there is nothing wrong, Fu Qiu is not a person who can hide things.

Jiang Ming was completely relieved, maybe he was only happy in his dream last night.

Thinking of this, I laughed at myself, if I kept it a secret forever, what would be the result?Don't hide it, how can I tell him?The person I worked so hard to raise had such nasty thoughts about him, and with Fu Qiu's character, he probably left him in a fit of anger.

No matter how careless Fu Qiu is, he still feels something is wrong with Jiang Ming.

When we took a shower together yesterday, the way Jiang Ming looked at him really made him unforgettable.

So abnormal.

To say that Fuqiu and the others understand Jiangming, that's really not enough.

Fu Qiu has never paid much attention to Jiang Ming's thoughts. How his life in school is, how well he studies, whether he has dreams, what he likes, all have nothing to do with him.

The only thing he cares about is whether Jiang Ming is still by his side.

The feeling that you can see him as soon as you turn your head, and touch him as soon as you reach out, is still there.

Thinking about it this way, it's really selfish, or indifferent.

It was precisely because of this inattention that he never noticed the changes in Jiang Ming's mind.

Unknowingly, Jiang Ming has gone from simply knowing not to make him angry at the beginning, to the present, the real human being is his impression of human beings before adopting Jiang Ming.

They have desire, and they will try to wrap it up, but once the decoration is torn off, they become no different from beasts.

Fu Qiu used to hate these things very clearly, because of the influence of his reputation as a fox demon, he was very sensitive to such things, but after getting in touch with them more, he became indifferent.

This is the most basic desire among living beings, and there is nothing unacceptable.

Jiang Ming's eyes yesterday aroused something in his subconscious.

What was that, Fu Qiu couldn't tell.

It seems to be something that has been carried since birth as a fox spirit, just like the charming look between his brows and eyes, which cannot be wiped out no matter what.

That kind of thing made him pull him into his arms in the middle of the night, reach into his pajamas, and wantonly knead his back, but he didn't stop it.

Desire is a terrible thing.

Could it be that the fox is really born to be like this?

During the sketching class this afternoon, Jiang Ming suddenly envied Little Voice and the subwoofer.

Ever since Jiang Ming met them, they have been together, and it has been three years. I don't know if there was any conflict in the middle, anyway, he has never seen it. In his eyes, they have always been very compatible.

Jiang Ming really wanted to ask them how they got together and why they happened to like each other, but it was too offensive, so he didn't ask.

When Fu Qiu went to take a bath at night, Jiang Ming hesitated for a moment and didn't follow. After Fu Qiu finished washing, he silently took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

When he returned to the room, Fu Qiu had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Ming walked up to him lightly and looked at him.

Fu Qiu quietly closed his eyes, his long and curled thick eyelashes obediently