attacking the soul

Fu Yi'an has been in a sluggish state for the past two days. Father Song and mother Song have ended their two-person world in the name of a business trip. Now he has no time to spend with Song Qi except for his job as a coachman.

And the company is following up a cooperation project recently, he wished that one person could split it into two, but in fact it couldn't...

"Brother Fu, don't rush over to take me home for the weekend, it's too hard." Song Qi looked at Fu Yi'an's slightly blue eyes and said worriedly.

"It's okay, don't worry, safety can still be guaranteed." Fu Yi'an's words made Song Qi dumbfounded, he was not worried about this.

"I'm worried that you are working too hard. You can take a rest if you have time to send me off." Song Qi said helplessly.

But in Fu Yi'an's heart, Song Qi couldn't understand it. He was so busy recently that he didn't have time to ask Song Qi out for dinner. He could only see him for so long a week, but no matter what, it was better than nothing.

"When you're done with your work after a while, you have to accompany me to make up for it." Fu Yi'an changed the subject.

Song Qi agreed without hesitation, "No problem, I promise to be there whenever I'm called."

After speaking, seeing the dense traffic outside the car window, he asked, "Let's have dinner at our house later, the road is too congested today, how about staying at my house for a night?"

Fu Yi'an was indeed a little tired, and driving required a high degree of concentration. He had a sudden headache just now, which made him frown.

Song Qi also saw Fu Yi'an's discomfort, but fortunately, it was so blocked that he couldn't move forward at all, Song Qi made a decisive decision, "Brother Fu, let's change places, and I'll drive."

Fu Yi'an rubbed his temples and looked up at Song Qi, "Xiao Qi, you are underage, it's too dangerous."

"I've been driving for a long time, and I'm just waiting for the [-]th to apply for the driving school test and get a certificate. You can try it out." After saying that, he opened the car door and quickly walked around to the other side. Sit down in the passenger seat.

Song Qi's driving skills were really good, which greatly exceeded Fu Yi'an's expectations.

It was nonsense to say it, Fu Yian frowned all the way to the Song family, expressing his disapproval, and finally said, "Just this time, this time is not an example. Today is a special situation!"

What he said was correct, Song Qi nodded in agreement, but he still complained secretly in his heart, Fu Yian was a good boy when he got a bargain, it was the first time he was a driver for someone else, "Let's go, let's go eat."

Song's mother had received a text message from Song Qi in advance, and even the dishes and chopsticks had been placed on the table, calling the two who had just washed their hands to sit down quickly.

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After a lively dinner, Fu Yi'an wanted to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Song's mother, "Let Lao Song wash it, Yi'an, after a busy day, go pick up Xiao Qi and sit down for a while. Song Xiaoqi, you Go to my and your dad's closet to find a beige pajamas, it's new, give it to Yi'an after a shower and change."

"Okay, is that the big wardrobe in the bedroom?" Song Qi said as he walked upstairs.

"That's it, it's quite obvious, you can see it when you open the cabinet door." Mother Song directed.

The position of the pajamas is as obvious as Song's mother said, and you can see it at a glance when you open the cabinet door, take it out and hug it in your arms and walk to the living room, "Mom, put it in the guest room?"

"No, your dad and I just came back two days ago, and we haven't had time for the housekeeper to clean the guest room, so we cleaned up the living room, kitchen, and our third bedroom. Let Yi'an sleep with you tonight. Your bed is more than enough for two people." Mother Song arranged.

"Okay, Brother Fu, you can wash it first." Song Qi agreed with Mother Song's suggestion and turned to ask Fu Yi'an.

Fu Yi'an has not recovered from the huge surprise, this is the rhythm of sharing the same bed!Restraining himself not to be too excited, he responded with a smile, stood up and took the pajamas from Song Qi's hands, his hands were shaking with excitement, but luckily it was covered by the pajamas.

Song Qi walked to the front, led Fu Yian to the bathroom in the room, pointed to the bottles and cans on the shelf, and told Fu Yian which was shampoo and which was body wash, but Fu Yian didn't listen at all, it was Xiao Qi What about the things I usually use... Hehe, this feels so refreshing.

This is the difference between those who ate meat and those who didn't. Fu Yi'an was so happy that he couldn't find the north because of this, but if he put it on An Zhi, with such favorable conditions, he would be sorry for himself if nothing happened. .

Leaving aside those who have already eaten meat, Fu Yi'an is already surrounded by great joy at this moment, and Song Qi's meticulous exhortations look to him like a little wife who prepares things for her husband.

Song Qi told Fu Yi'an about the things to be used in the bathroom. As for how much the other party had heard, only Fu Yi'an knew best.

"You take off your clothes first and wash, I'll find you a bath towel and a toothbrush." ​​Song Qi walked out after finishing speaking.

He didn't notice the word 'off' at all, which made Fu Yi'an feel hot all over, and deliberately slowed down. When Song Qi walked into the bathroom again with his things, Fu Yi'an's hand just stretched out to his boxer briefs.

Ignoring the slight unease in his heart, Song Qi returned to normal, "Brother Fu, why didn't you turn on the heater, and take off your clothes, you will catch cold."

Fu Yi'an wanted to use beauty to seduce Song Qi, but someone couldn't understand the style.

What kind of show is there, and now she finally took off her panties quickly.

Song Qi turned on the light in the bathroom and turned it on. Fu Yian's good figure, which usually pays attention to exercise, hit his eyes with a huge impact.

Inevitably seeing something, out of a subconscious comparison Song Qi silently lost.

"By the way, I haven't got my underwear yet. Dad's may be a little too big. Brother Fu, you can make it together first." Song Qi stepped on the slippers again and walked out with a 'slap-tap-tap-tap-tap'. A little stuffy, why do I feel so hot.

Song Qi's expression and small movements just now did not escape Fu Yi'an's eyes, just being looked at by Song Qi's unemotional/desireless eyes, there was a sign of raising his head somewhere on his body, fortunately Song Qi went out again.

Fu Yi'an hurriedly stood under the shower, turned on the shower and closed the door to cover his rising desire/desire, the water temperature gradually increased and mist evaporated, and Song Qi could dimly see the figure of Song Qi coming in, putting down his things and going out.

The indistinct figure almost flashed past, but in Fu Yi'an's eyes, the scorching heat did not decrease but increased.

Fu Yi'an looked helplessly at the passion/desire he had suppressed for many years, even though the shower had been turned into cold water, the giant/thing between his crotch was still hard and hot.

He is not a person who attaches great importance to desires. For so many years, even the five-fingered girl rarely bothers him, and his daily physiological reactions can be overcome with patience.

All of this failed after meeting Song Qi, panting/breathing and shaking his hands, but he couldn't be released for a long time.

Fu Yi'an felt that he was abnormal/perverted/wretched/vulgar at this moment, and only by constantly fantasizing about Song Qi's emotional/emotional appearance in his mind, and imagining that the other party touched him with both hands, did he gradually achieve ecstasy.

Thick/thick liquid sprayed/jetted out, and quickly disappeared without a trace along the water flow.

Walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, Fu Yi'an felt a little chills all over his body, walked to the bed and got into the quilt directly.

Even with the theory of the tiger in autumn, the temperature difference between day and night in City C was huge after autumn, and Fu Yian took another cold shower. At this time, the temperature at night dropped, and there were bursts of chill.

Song Qi saw that Fu Yi'an had already got into the quilt, thought that the other party might be sleepy, so he turned off the computer, planning to go to bed early after taking a shower.

The temperature in the bathroom was even lower than in the house, there was no trace of the water vapor formed by the hot air, and the shower was icy cold, Song Qi could already be sure that Fu Yi'an had taken a cold shower.

I was puzzled in my heart, but also worried that it might be a personal habit, so I resisted not asking Fu Yi'an.

After Song Qi took a shower, dried his hair and walked into the room, he heard Fu Yi'an breathing steadily. It seemed that he was really tired and fell asleep not long after.

Gently turning off the desk lamp and getting into another quilt tube, Song Qi slowly fell asleep listening to Fu Yi'an's even breathing.

If An Zhi was there, he would definitely laugh at Fu Yi'an for being too pure, sleeping on the same bed with someone he had been thinking about for so long, and falling asleep so early...

Fu Yi'an did fall asleep, but in the middle of the night, it turned into a big furnace. He threw off the quilt with a groan, subconsciously hugged Song Qi, and his body's instincts slowly slipped into Song Qi's quilt.

Song Qi dreamed that he was walking in the desert under the scorching sun, and there was no shelter around him.

A Jiling woke up with a start, and slept for a long time before realizing that he was dreaming, but the heat from him was very real. His body was tightly bound by the big stove, and he finally took out a hand to turn on the desk lamp, only to realize that he was holding the lamp. Who else could have my own besides Fu Yi'an.

At this temperature, the other party is definitely having a fever. Song Qi wanted to get up to pour water and get medicine, but he couldn't break free.

Fu Yi'an seemed to be muttering something, but Song Qi couldn't hear clearly, imitating the tone of Song's mother coaxing him when he was sick when he was a child, "Hey... let go, take the medicine and you'll be fine."

Song Qi learned that there was a resemblance, and Fu Yi'an relaxed a little when he heard the voice, but obviously he still couldn't meet the standard for a smooth escape.

Song Qi was going to continue to say something, but he clearly heard Fu Yi'an's lips parted and uttered words, "Xiao, Xiao Qi, I like you, I like..."

What Fu Yi'an said was a bit vague, maybe the room was too quiet, but Song Qi didn't miss a word.

After speaking, Fu Yi'an moved closer, and continued to hug the person in his arms tightly, while Song Qi stiffened a little bit at a loss.