Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Qingyuan drenched the towel in the bathroom, and after wringing out the water, he planned to wipe his Taoist companion's face.

The eyelashes of the sleeping person trembled slightly like a fluttering butterfly, and the soft towel ran down the face little by little. Fu Yunhen's skin was clear and fair, and there was not much flesh on his cheeks, which sank a little when touched.

It looks like a block of tofu.

He moved slowly, almost inch by inch, and when the towel came to his slender neck, he used his other hand to unbutton his chest again.

The chest was exposed in the air like that, the two points on the chest rose and fell slightly with breathing, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of Fu Yunhen's palm.

The person in front of him didn't move, but he could feel the scorching gaze on him, and the place he stared at seemed to be smoked by a candle, giving off a slight burning sensation.

Fu Yunhen's heart was beating violently, as if the heart in his chest was about to jump out, his palms and back were sweating, sticky and greasy, and his face seemed to start to heat up, as if he had been put on Like a lamb in a steam oven, it doesn't even have the courage to open its eyes and close its skirts.

He only deceived himself and buried himself in the soft bed, like a baby rabbit, fluffy and let others do whatever he wanted.

The person in front of him seemed to be moving, Fu Yunhen's body was tense, his mind seemed to be in a state of confusion, and he began to involuntarily imagine the hands that were half-supporting him just now, with slender fingers and warm palms, holding them together. It was strong and powerful when touching the person, the temperature of the palm seemed to be able to penetrate the skin and even melt the bones.

There was a warm touch under the Adam's apple, with dampness, followed by a soft, flannel-like rubbing across his neck. Fu Yunhen moved his fingers, and it was the towel that wiped his neck.

He still closed his eyes, feeling the towel rubbing against his chest, he clenched his fingers again, his sensitive hearing told him that the towel was placed on the bedside table just now, and then his cool fingers touched him skin.

Fu Yunhen was like a kitten whose neck was pinched tightly, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

Then those hands buttoned his shirt from bottom to top, stopping only at the top two buttons.

Fu Yunhen: ...

After wiping his Taoist companion, Qingyuan withdrew his hands in satisfaction after buttoning up the buttons. He should relax when he sleeps at night, and he can't button them all up, so he has to leave two buttons.

After thinking about it again, he wiped his hands, covered his shoulders with the quilt, and patted him lightly, before he left lightly.

In the room with a sleep light on, the sound of the air conditioner can be heard quietly. The person on the bed opened his eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in his dark and jade-like eyes. Don't you... Do you like men?

The lights are still flickering outside the window, and the city is quiet at night, as if tired from a full day's rest, countless people are peacefully falling asleep.

When Fu Yunhen woke up, the outside was already lit up, and when he walked to the hotel lobby, a man greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Fu, my boss asked me to come, and he said he wanted me to take you to school." He still knew the person who spoke, and it was Xiao Wu, the driver who had met once.

Fu Yunhen sat in the car. There was a lot of room in the back seat. The foldable table was opened, and the breakfast he had bought was placed on it.

Milk, soy milk, bread, and eggs were put away in different categories. Xiao Wu, who was driving in front, explained, "The boss is afraid that you may oversleep and have no time for breakfast, so he asked me to put some food in the car for you to eat on the road."

Fu Yunhen glanced over the steaming breakfasts, and the corners of his lips curled up, looking quite gentlemanly.

He didn't know what he thought of again, there was still a trace of distress in his eyes, and he was a bit too gentleman...

It was an advanced mathematics class in the morning. As soon as Fu Yunhen entered the classroom, the head of the house beckoned him to go, "God, come here, sit here."

Seats in high math classes are tight, usually one person occupies a seat for the whole dormitory. When I was a freshman, my high math score was 61. When the result came out, a big man howled, bowed his hands together, and yelled at the teacher He is a living Bodhisattva. Since then, he has changed his mind, and every time he takes up a seat for his roommates, he looks like an old father.

The one-and-a-half-hour class passed quickly, and when Fu Yunhen was packing up the textbooks, a girl came over. The ten-year-old girl's face was so tender that she could squeeze out water, like a blooming flower bud, and just looking at it made people happy point.

At this time, her face was a little red, with a little shyness, and she was holding a pink envelope in her soft hand, with some perfume sprinkled on it, with a sweet smell. "Hello, little brother Fu Yunhen, my name is An An, and I'm from the Department of Materials."

Miss An An looks as sweet as the perfume on the envelope, she looked at Fu Yunhen with a shy and bold look, definitely not a look that people could bear to refuse, "Little brother, you don't have a girlfriend yet, you can do it with me." ?"

The people in the same dormitory who had gone with Fu Yunhen were waiting for him. After witnessing the peach blossom, they all looked at each other and showed subtle smiles.

Fu Yunchen was a frequent visitor to the confession wall as early as his freshman year, and he was often favored by girls, but he was unfeminine like a monk, and gradually faded away.

It is common to receive a love letter from a girl, but it was the first time to be stopped by a girl on the road to confess. Everyone smiled tacitly and watched Fu Yunhen's reaction.

Fu Yunhen was as indifferent as ever, packing his things without even raising his head, "Sorry, I don't want to fall in love right now."

An An bit her lip, still unwilling to give up, "Try it, college is incomplete without dating."

Fu Yunhen paused, and a faint smile appeared on his usually indifferent face, "What you said makes sense." He narrowed his eyes, "Sorry, I like men."

I like mature, gentlemanly men.

An An's whole body was like a movie with the pause button pressed. There were tears in her eyes almost instantly, her face was pale, and she left in a panic.

The head of the house who watched the whole process looked at him with a complicated face, "Brother, you are quite ruthless!"

Injure the enemy one thousand, and self-injury one thousand and five.

Fu Yunhen didn't explain, but just said, "Let's go."