Above, please use some force

Primary school students? !

Thinking back and forth over and over again, it took a lot of brain cells, and my mind ached, and He Wen didn't remember that he had a classmate named Fang Jun, who was still in elementary school.

I really don't blame him for this. He skipped classes and fought in elementary school, changed many schools, and usually fell asleep on the table as soon as he entered the class, and left immediately after class, without any contact with his classmates.

Seeing the sadness in Fang Jun's eyes, He Wen couldn't find any reason to doubt it. He took a deep breath, and the usual light smile appeared on his face again: "I really can't tell, you really care about your friends."

"You don't understand." Fang Jun's face flashed tenderness when he said this, and this scene shocked He Wen again.

The two had their own thoughts, and they didn't talk to each other along the way.

Fang Jun sent He Wen to his residence. He Wen didn't have many things, so he threw away all the clothes. When he came out, he carried a plastic bag with a potted plant in it.

Fang Jun was taken aback, with a strange expression on his face. He Wen was in a tight budget and was saving on food and expenses.

"Look stupid?" He Wen smiled and waved his hands in front of Fang Jun.

"The check-out contract is completed?" Fang Jun said casually.

"Of course, the deposit for rent is 2500, and the deposit for utilities is 1000." He Wen put the potted plants away, leaned lazily on the back of the chair and squinted his eyes: "I'll go buy a lottery ticket later."

"Test your luck in the near future."

Fang Jun pressed the corner of his mouth, and his hand holding the steering wheel tightened a little. This He Wen was not the one he knew...

The entrance of an apartment in Lianhua Community

He Wen looked at the house number, and the three shiny numbers 419 came into view. He raised the corner of his lips and said meaningfully: "Good number."

Lazily ignoring the suddenly nervous man, Fang Jun took the key and opened the door, stood at the entrance and changed his slippers while walking to the living room and said, "Change your shoes and take off your socks."

He Wen looked down at the disposable cotton mop and saw which hotel he brought it out of. He twitched his eyes, took off his shoes and kicked them away, stripped off his socks, walked in barefoot, and teased, "Do you want to change your clothes too?" Take off together?"

Glancing at He Wen's two feet, the toenails are clean and white, but the smell floating in the air...

"I have only one bedroom here." Fang Jun's face was stinky, his brows were wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and he looked at He Wen with disgust.

He Wen shrugged, the sofa is no different from the bed to him, he has slept on the sofa in his previous life.

"I didn't change my clothes." He Wen sat down on the sofa.

Fang Jun was already in a bad mood, this meeting was like a devil, anyone who saw it would hide away, and only He Wen dared to provoke it.

In his eyes, Fang Jun is just a cat with fried hair, and there is no danger.

Glancing at He Wen with a gloomy face, Fang Jun's lips were tightly pursed, and his chest heaved violently. To He Wen's surprise, Fang Jun neither stepped forward nor said a few words. After a few seconds, he entered the room and came out again. Time to throw a few clothes over.

After nine o'clock in the evening, after a simple takeaway, He Wen turned on the TV and began to watch the news, and vomited a pile of watermelon seeds next to him.

Two men live together, one is still a flirtatious son, it's hard not to think that something will happen.No, as soon as Fang Jun entered the bathroom to take a shower, He Wen quickly took a piece of watermelon and wiped his mouth with a paper towel. When he heard the sound of water, he reached out and knocked on the door: "Fang Jun, open the door."

There was a sound inside, like the sound of something falling on the ground, followed by an angry voice: "Get out!"

He Wenxie smiled evilly and said calmly, "If you don't open the door again, I'll take care of it in the living room." Then he began to whistle.

Bang, the door opened from the inside, and the wet young man stood there with a gloomy face, and said a few words coldly through his teeth: "Why are you so busy?"

"People have three urgencies." Walking in sideways, He Wen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fang Jun. His slightly explicit gaze covered Fang Jun's wide shoulders, strong chest, narrow waist, and a certain part under the towel, and he smiled with his lips curled up.

Fang Jun felt a little terrified of being watched, like a prey, he unnaturally took another dry towel to wipe the water from his hair.

Seeing that Fang Jun was about to go out, He Wen, who was untying his trouser belt, pulled his arm, and the soap box on the table next to him fell to the ground with a snap, and the soap inside rolled.

He Wen didn't look back, took out his brother whom he didn't like and didn't like very much, and said casually: "The soap fell."

After a pause, Fang Jun put down the towel and glanced at the soap on the ground, his face was very dark: "You pick it up."

"Fall at your feet." He Wen squinted at Fang Jun, and said rascally, still holding his brother in his hand, a stream of water sprayed out, and the splashing sound fell in Fang Jun's ears, his face changed again and again, He gritted his teeth and squatted down to pick up the soap.

He Wen tilted his head slightly. From this angle, he could clearly see the firm buttocks and back lines of the young man. He Wen's eyes rolled around, and a hot current rose from his lower abdomen, but suddenly there was no movement, and he looked down at the young man. Still like something limp, he shivered as if a basin of cold water had been poured from the top of his head.

An extremely bad premonition spread, He Wen shook his brother in his hands, a few drops of liquid wet his hands, but he didn't care about it, he slammed the door and went out in a hurry, regardless of the pants he hadn't pulled up yet.

Picking up the soap, Fang Jun looked at He Wen's panicked back, puzzled.

Leaning against the wall, He Wen stretched his hands into his trousers to hold the lump of soft flesh under his crotch. He squeezed his fingers together and moved it up and down. Gradually, the color of the soft flesh turned purple due to the force, but there was still no tendency to raise his head. He He took a deep breath, his heart was shaken, and he did not give up and touched the testicles below, exhausting all available tricks.

A moment later, He Wen fell to the ground along the wall like a discouraged ball, the expression on his face changed from shock and horror to ferocity, and finally a breath of ashes settled down.

The end of the world is coming.

The author has something to say: the end is coming...

Author [pat on the shoulder]: Xiaowen, what's the matter, the mud chrysanthemum is very powerful.

He Wen [turning the table]: Fuck!Let me die!