How to raise the president

In the end, Fang Youyi left An Ziyu's bed and walked out of the bedroom.

It's really terrible, the one I love is by my side, but I can't do anything, it feels like being tortured.

He lowered his head helplessly, looking at a small tent raised up somewhere, wishing he could beat his second son's head to the ground as well, screaming so arrogantly, like a goose clamoring, useless.

But no, that was the "happiness" for him and An Ziyu in the second half of their lives.

So Fang Youyi resigned to his fate, obediently went to the bathroom to comfort himself...

About half an hour later, there was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and then the doorknob was unscrewed, Fang Youyi walked out, heaved a long sigh of relief, his face was slightly tired.

He lay on the bed, turned off the light beside the bed, and prepared to fall asleep.

At the end of this day, I am really tired, I haven't been tossing around like this for a long time, after all, I still miss the days when I was with Jiang Fei and the others, I should eat and drink, play and make trouble, Those were the happiest days he had grown up, other than meeting An Ziyu.

Fang Youyi frowned, and shook off the previous fragments in his mind.

The past is now, now is now, go to bed early.But as soon as he closed his eyes, every expression, every reaction, and every part of An Ziyu's body appeared before his eyes...

And that hoarse, erotic "Yi..."

It's just... terrible.

Fang Youyi's throat slid twice, he opened his eyes, stared blankly at the dark ceiling for a while, took three deep breaths, and finally settled down.

Just as he turned over and closed his eyes again, the door creaked open.

Fang Youyi's nerves suddenly became alert, he closed his eyes without moving, and his breathing changed quickly, becoming light and long, as if he was really asleep.

I only heard a person walk to the bed lightly, carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and then the bed sank slightly, and a warm body moved in little by little, sticking to his back.

This body is very familiar... Fang Youyi really wanted to knock himself unconscious, thinking that he really didn't need to sleep tonight.

Fang Youyi didn't move, just lying on his side quietly.

An Ziyu slowly stretched out his hand, and hugged Fang Youyi's waist from behind, his face was deeply buried in the back, his nose sniffed the safe breath, and he felt that everything he said was choked in his throat, like being wrapped in a ball of cotton stuffed.

This figure, tall and reliable, accompanied me through the darkest period of my life.

"Yi..." An Ziyu called softly.

Fang Youyi's body froze, and he slowly opened his bright black eyes, looked at an unknown part of the room, and gently grasped his hand with calloused hands.

He said, "I'm here."

An Ziyu's face was nestled against Fang Youyi's back, and his voice was muffled: "Thank you for your willingness to help Yun'er and Teacher Su."

"Hmm." Fang Youyi drawled his nasal voice, sounding a little tired.

"And..." An Ziyu buried his head even lower, his voice became softer, "Thank you for liking me, and fortunately, I like you too."

As the words fell slowly, An Ziyu felt that the quilt was also flipped, and the cool wind got into the bed, and calmness was restored in the next second. The bed was getting warmer and hotter, and his body was getting hotter and hotter.

The room was pitch black, and the inside and outside of the house were extremely quiet, only each other's long and fiery breaths and heartbeats that stuck together could be heard.

It is so fast and powerful, and it only beats for the other party.

Fang Youyi hugged him tightly, with his thin lips pressed against the top of his head, and the two of them maintained this posture.

After a while, Fang Youyi said, "I have been a soldier for two years."

An Ziyu raised his head, looked through the depth of Fang Youyi's eyes, then stretched his neck and kissed his eyes.