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ShadowⅡThinking-4

The heavy rain didn't stop, Wei Nanjun couldn't help worrying for the director, no matter how brave they were, they couldn't be filming in the midst of drenching people and blurring the beauty of the picture, right?If the heavy rain does not slow down, I am afraid that the machine will really be shut down tomorrow.

Wei Nanjun turned his gaze, and when he saw the closed toilet door, the worries caused by professional ethics disappeared instantly. He could clearly hear the sound of water spraying from the shower head in the bathroom amidst the dull sound of rain isolated by reinforced concrete.

He could even imagine the movements of the young man inside.

Such inner activities are a bit perverted, but there is nothing wrong with them.He likes men, a man who suits his looks, makes him curious, and only arouses his heart during the day is taking a shower in the bathroom next door. It is very human nature for him to have a little fantasy.

Wei Nanjun has never suppressed his sexuality. The first time he was in high school was the same-sex-moe-throb. It was an actor who played against him, playing his big brother, which sounded extremely forbidden - Bogey, he was also frightened by his impulsiveness at the time.

But he is busy, busy, tired and under great pressure, the situation is not as good as the outside world thinks, he is not in the mood to care about what is going on with his senior thinking wildly, maybe he has been anxious, but it was just that night , and then the little spring-heart was dismissed by the busy schedule.

But looking back now, he clearly remembers the situation at that time.The plot of that scene is like this, the mother died and the father remarried, the 16-year-old youth couldn't accept his father's betrayal of the deceased mother, so he ran away from home on a rainy night, and his brother came out in the rain to find him who had run away.

Maybe it was because the artificial rain at night was too cold, making the human body temperature extremely hot, or maybe he was too tired. In that warm embrace, he fancied a lot about an actor who was eight years older than himself.

He thanked the director for the sound card, and Sister Yan who surrounded him and wrapped him in a big towel.

He really faced his own sexual orientation when he was in college. Literature is both implicit and wild. He read many works describing passion and ethics, and at the same time came into contact with foreign books about homosexuality , under the guidance of the beautiful and subtle words, he really understood what it was like to like the same sex.

The enlightenment in medical literature and spiritual books, coupled with his stable position, he started to work abroad, and seeing the same sex holding hands, hugging and kissing on the beautiful street, he suddenly understood that it was nothing.

So, he relaxed and no longer had trouble with himself.

His parents also declared that no matter how they felt, they were forced to accept his sexual orientation.

Otherwise, what can I do?

Force him to go on a blind date?Let him see a doctor?

So is Wei Nanjun still in the entertainment industry?

He is rich, and he lives comfortably without getting married. He transfers money to his parents on a monthly basis, and calls home every three days. Originally, his parents wanted to quarrel with him, but he was sent to a training class by his mother when he was 13 years old. He debuted at the age of 15, and he has not lived a life that belongs to teenagers for a few days. Sister Yan takes care of him more than his parents take care of him. What more can they say?

In the end, it was nothing.

Maybe it was due to guilt, or maybe it was the alienation caused by his long absence from home, the parents defaulted to not being able to control him.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Wei Nanjun also woke up from the memories, the plastic door was opened by coffee, Fang Yisheng came out while wiping his head, the air conditioner was humming, the sultry humidity in the toilet was like sea water Backwaters generally poured into the house.

"Why don't you dry your hair in the toilet before you come out, it's easy to get sick when it's cold and hot." Wei Nanjun stood up and pulled him away from the air conditioner. "You'll know when you're older."

Fang Yisheng glanced at him. "Experience?"

Wei Nanjun clicked his tongue, pulled the towel from Fang Yisheng's hand, and rubbed his head hard.

Fang Yisheng realized that he was being served after his head was rubbed randomly, as if his brains had been shaken out of a tsunami.

Such a strange sense of intimacy made him stiffen his back, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

He wanted to say something to distance him, but the man's fingers that inserted into his hair suddenly slid across his scalp with unbelievable heat, and gently ran along his hair.

"Hair quality is really good, young."

Fang Yi shrank his neck, as if he wanted to hide in the toilet, but the towel covered his head again.

"Not done yet, where are you going?"

Fang Yisheng pressed Wei Nanjun's hand with one hand. "I'll do it myself." The heat in his palm made him curl up his fingers, and he took a big step back unnaturally, breaking away from Wei Nanjun's envelope.

"Are you uncomfortable with physical contact with people?" Wei Nanjun asked calmly.

"..." Fang Yi retreated back to the toilet, picked up the hair dryer and turned on the switch, and the room was filled with annoying humming.

Wei Nanjun knew that he was avoiding it, so he was both exasperating and cute.

He was leaning against the toilet door, like a bully blocking the little girl. Of course, looking at his face, maybe the person being harassed would not yell for help, but seeing Fang Yi's voice, his stiff expression didn't look very serious. Pay the bill.

Fang Yisheng could feel the lingering gaze on him, which made him very uncomfortable.There was always a moment when his hair was blown dry, and sooner or later he had to face Wei Nanjun.

He was a little uncertain what was going on with Wei Nanjun, if it was because he was grateful for his help that he was very kind to him, but this kindness was a bit out of bounds.

His tone and body movements almost gave Fang Yisheng the illusion that he had a special hint.

That feeling was so strong that he "stumbled" several times.

He couldn't help but want to touch him.

When his fingertips were still resting on the pendant for Wei Nanjun, his fingertips gently slid across his skin, and he could feel the warmth of him passing through his pants in the car.

He didn't shy away from being mean.

Secretly feel the subtle warmth separated by a layer of cloth.

Even the breath of Wei Nanjun leaning on his shoulder and whispering in his ears, he could refuse, but he acquiesced without hesitation.

Fang Yisheng felt the roar of his heartbeat, and the dry mouth made him more anxious.

After stopping the hair dryer, he looked at Wei Nanjun, who smiled at him. "It's almost time, are you going to sleep?"

His dry mouth turned into dizziness as he looked at the double bed.

Wei Nanjun smiled secretly, and went to bed first. "Don't dawdle, go to bed, I'm going to turn off the lights."

"..."

Fang Yisheng finally had to face the reality, he climbed onto the bed carefully, keeping away from Wei Nanjun, not even the quilt touched his side.

He was like a tightly tangled cocoon, wrapping himself tightly.

In such a situation, it was impossible for him to sleep, so he could only turn his back to Wei Nanjun, staring at the carpet in the darkness, he wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't, he knew that once he closed his eyes, he would be thinking wildly.

The beast that was suppressed in his flesh-body would crawl in the dark, stretch out its sharp claws, and destroy his sanity. With Wei Nanjun by his side, that beast could do whatever it wanted.

It is always hungry and thirsty, eager to satisfy human instinct.

Wei Nanjun is undoubtedly delicious.

This is where Fang Yisheng suffers the most.

The part he least wants to admit and face is the desire that he must have as a human being.

He has always avoided getting too close to people and suppressed this part of himself, but Wei Nanjun repeatedly crossed the line, coupled with that naked-naked scene, and the contact he couldn't break after that, the constant stimulation deepened his hook. "Appetite".

Wei Nanjun turned over and seemed to be getting closer to him.

Fang Yisheng's hairs stood on end, beeping like an alarm radar. He wanted to back away, but if he did, he would fall out of bed.

A hand stretched out, pulling him gently but firmly.

"I'm not afraid of falling, really." The man murmured with a sleepy nasal voice, sticking to Fang Yisheng's heart like a hot towel.

He seemed to fall into the arms of a man, and he could feel Wei Nanjun's bath frankincense just like his own at the tip of his nose. The man reached across his chest and tucked the quilt for him. He was like a child who needed to be taken care of. Meticulous and considerate care.

At this moment Fang Yisheng almost wanted to turn over and hug him.

The urge was almost irresistible.

Wei Nanjun got up and took a sip of water, and rolled up the quilt. After all, he was a little tired after tossing around all morning, but for some reason, he felt a little cold.

He vaguely complained about whether the air conditioner was broken, and he fell asleep.

There was a fog in front of him, as if someone was calling him. The person patted his shoulder and said something to him with a smile. He didn't think too much about it and followed him.

It should be going to climb a mountain, right?

Mountain climbing is good, to see the sunrise. If you are lucky, you can climb a high enough mountain and see the sea of ​​clouds.

Wei Nanjun planned perfectly.

The road was a bit difficult to walk. Suddenly, his feet turned into mud, and it was difficult for him to pull out his feet.

Just as he was wondering, someone seemed to be talking to him in his ears, not only was it difficult to walk, but his chest seemed to be heavy as if something was pressing on him.

"South……"

The breath brushed his nostrils, shaking his vague consciousness. He struggled to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Fang Yisheng laying on top of him. , if it wasn't for the pressure on his upper body, he would definitely fall off the bed.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard Fang Yi whisper.

"Look at me, you look at me." His voice was very slow, with an irresistible warmth.

Wei Nanjun had no resistance to this masculinity, he stared straight at the young man's good-looking eyes, and looked into the depths of his eyes through the pupils.

"look at me……"

He gulped, thinking about what happened to Fang Yi's voice, when suddenly, a low voice came from his ear.

"Come……"

His back was numb.

There are only him and Fang Yisheng in the room, who is speaking in his ear?Is the door closed?right!

How did you get in!

He didn't dare to roll his eyes, for he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see. He stared at Fang Yisheng's eyes intently as if studying. The other party's eyes were very deep. What.

Different from the alienation in the past, he seemed to see the temperature inside. At first glance, there was nothing, but he read a clear hint, which was the gaze of the prey when looking for the most pleasant object.

Wei Nanjun keeps himself clean, but it doesn't mean he hasn't gone out to see him.

He was surprised that Fang Yisheng actually seduced him at this moment.

"Just look at me." His voice had a willful tone that sounded like he was being coquettish.

Wei Nanjun felt that everything outside had disappeared without a trace in this request, and he couldn't help admiring that human instincts really transcend life and death, and he was able to respond at this juncture.

This is really, beyond the unthinkable of living a hell.

He felt like he was in the cracks of the world, hot and ambiguous at the same time, cold and rational at the same time.

I don't know who approached first, their lips touched together, I don't know who took that step of temptation, and licked-on the other's lips, their breaths blended, he heard the soft breath in the young man's throat Yes, the sound of satisfaction.

He could hardly control himself, the cold feeling faded away, and those uncomfortable numbness disappeared at some point.

Fang Yisheng lay on Wei Nanjun's pillow, feeling the itching of a man kissing his ears.

He laughed, and looked provocatively through Wei Nanjun at the "something" standing beside the bed.

He lick-lick-licked his lips, watching the thing disappear coldly and angrily.

He knew why that thing fell in love with Wei Nanjun, not only because of his protection of Wei Nanjun, but also because this room was the place where he died physically.

He "saw" it. After all, they were the same thing. When the evil spirits were angry and malicious, it was only natural that they saw something.

"Yi sound..."

This sound seemed to recall something, Fang Yi's voice was in a trance for a moment, the enthusiasm and desire in his eyes disappeared in an instant, he took a breath, his face changed suddenly, he threw Wei Nanjun away, and rushed in like fleeing for his life. out of the bathroom.

Wei Nanjun was awakened by the slamming of the door, and he stared blankly at the door.

Astonishment, absurdity, anger, and an unspeakable strangeness flowed in his body. He wiped his face vigorously, realizing the fact that he was rejected.

What the hell is this!