I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Fu Zhun and the pillow in Cen Xiao's hand looked at each other for a few seconds.

He didn't know why, but he somehow felt that the pillow was a little clawed now.

It seemed like a proud villain who finally hugged the golden thigh and was showing off his might to the robber.

It's just short of writing three large characters and an arrogant punctuation mark on the pillowcase——

Silly!

Fortunately, this pillow can't talk, otherwise Fu Zhun felt that he might fight with this pillow.

"Explain?" Cen Xiao patted the pillow, "Was it wrong again?"

After being asked in silence for a while, Fu Zhun racked his brains to come up with an answer: "I just think you are too lonely to put this pillow in the dormitory, so take it here as a companion to my pillow."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"I see." Cen Xiao nodded with a half-smile, pretending not to see his intentions: "But I'm going to stay in the dormitory tonight, so it shouldn't be lonely anymore."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Then my pillow is so lonely." Fu Zhun looked down at the pillow and said reluctantly, "Isn't it a waste to put only one pillow in such a big bed?"

However, Cen Xiao suggested the opposite: "Then you can change to a smaller single bed, so that there is no waste."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stuffed the pillow into Fu Zhun's arms: "Take it back to the dormitory for me."

"Don't." Fu Zhun looked down at the pillow in his arms, pushed the person and the pillow into the house, and closed the door behind his back: "You just live here, it's not that there is no place to live when you are so big."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao fell silent suddenly.

Fu Zhun saw that he was silent and couldn't figure out what he meant, so he could only tentatively say: "It's so uncomfortable to squeeze in the public bathroom, and the hot and cold water can't be adjusted for a long time..."

Before he finished speaking, Cen Xiao suddenly put on a troubled expression: "This is not appropriate."

"Where is it inappropriate?" Fu Zhun thought that Cen Xiao was thinking about the fact that he insisted on taking a bath with the two of them before, so he promised solemnly: "I won't pester you to take a bath with me this time."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"That's not it." Cen Xiao hesitated for a moment, then replied slowly: "Actually, I think it's inappropriate for someone with a family to live out."

Fu Zhun: "?"

Fu Zhun was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Cen Xiao meant, and asked inexplicably, "Family?"

He didn't quite understand how the person who wrote the IOU to him in the morning became a married man at noon.

"Yeah." Seeing Fu Zhun's blank face, Cen Xiao wanted to tease him: "Actually, I have a partner."

Fu Zhun: "???"

"Why do you have a partner? What kind of partner do you have?" Fu Zhun stared at him blankly, as if analyzing the composition of his words.

He opened his mouth, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked incredulously, "Do you have a pair of elephants?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"You have a pair of elephants?"

"..."

"Can you let go of your house?"

"..."

"Then do you want me to open a zoo for you?"

"..."

Seeing that his brain was getting bigger and bigger, Cen Xiao sighed angrily and laughed, and suddenly took out the phone, looking down for something: "Have you forgotten? I have a girlfriend."

Fu Zhun: "?"

"What the hell?" Fu Zhun felt that his brain could no longer keep up with Cen Xiao's pace, and he said in astonishment, "Didn't you say that I am your future boyfriend? Why do you have a girlfriend again?"

"Yeah." Cen Xiao nodded, "Online dating, do you want to see the photos?"

As soon as the words fell, he didn't care whether Fu Zhun had reacted or not, and just showed him the photos on his phone.

Fu Zhun's brain was in the right place, and he just watched Cen Xiao put the photo in front of him.

On the screen was a handsome "little girl" with slightly curly double ponytails. Her appearance was very cute, but her complexion was not very good-looking.

An awkward look.

After Fu Zhun stared at himself in the photo for a few seconds, he finally came to his senses.

He closed his eyes speechlessly, forced a smile, and said coldly with a half-smile: "Brother, do you have to do this?"

"What's wrong?" Cen Xiao shook his phone provocatively, "My online dating girlfriend is not good-looking?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Not as good-looking as my brother." Fu Zhun snatched his phone, snorted coldly, and tried to delete all the photos: "How many pictures did you take?"

However, Cen Xiao was very calm, watching Fu Zhun's fingertips poking wildly on the screen calmly.

When Fu Zhun was almost done deleting, Cen Xiao told him calmly: "I saved it to the cloud disk."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Okay." Fu Zhun nodded, returned the phone to him, and said with a smirk: "Do you think I don't have your photo?"

After finishing speaking, he also took out his mobile phone, "Look."

I don't know when it was changed, but Fu Zhun's desktop and screen saver are all photos of Cen Xiao performing a stage play at that time.

One is a maid dress and the other is a princess dress.

Cen Xiao looked at the photo in a princess dress on his desktop, and was silent for a long time.

In the end, he gave an expressionless "hmm", picked up the pillow on the sofa with his backhand and threw it at Fu Zhun.

Fu Zhun was taken aback, and quickly used the gray pillow in his hand to block it: "Brother, look at your dear pillow."

"Get lost." Cen Xiao snorted coldly, "Delete the photo."

"Do not delete."

"Delete or not?"

"Do not."

"Then I'll go back to the dormitory."

"..."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun, who is very good at grasping the key points, immediately reacted, turned around and handed the phone to Cen Xiao, obediently said: "Delete."

Seeing that he was sensible, Cen Xiao glanced at him, took his phone over, and deleted the photos on his own.

Fu Zhun rubbed his hands expectantly at the side: "Do you really live here at night?"

"Nonsense." Cen Xiao didn't even want to lift his eyes, and still lowered his head to delete the photo: "You brought all my clothes and pillows over, should I move back like moving house?"

The photos in Fu Zhun's mobile phone are clear at a glance. There are basically no messy pictures left, and they can be deleted with just a few clicks.

Seeing that everything was deleted all of a sudden, Cen Xiao returned the phone to him and asked, "Didn't you save it somewhere else?"

"No." Fu Zhun nodded solemnly, and put on that cute expression again: "I just sent a few photos to my mother."

Cen Xiao: "...?"

Hearing these words, Cen Xiao's already calm face froze instantly.

The tight corners of the mouth gradually sank.

Even the knuckles began to tighten.

It seemed as if he could start beating directly in the next second.

However, I don't know if Fu Zhun teased him on purpose or if he really didn't realize it.

He still looked at Cen Xiao innocently, and said to himself without fear of death——

"You may not believe it when you say it."

"My mother is very satisfied with you."

"She said the little girl was really pretty."

"Also asked me when I would bring it home to show her."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"So..." Seeing that Cen Xiao was sullen and did not speak, Fu Zhun leaned forward in front of him with a playful face.

Cen Xiao didn't hide, just watched him come over.

The two were so close that they could even breathe together.

The atmosphere was inexplicably silent for a while, Fu Zhun took a light breath, finally calmed down, and asked in a low voice——

"When are you coming home with me?"

"..."

……

That night, Fu Zhun's life was in dire straits.

The random arrangement of the examination room for evening self-study is disrupted.

Cen Xiao's examination room was on the first floor, so he left before Fu Zhun on the fourth floor.

When Fu Zhun came down from the fourth floor to look for Cen Xiao, he was told that Cen Xiao had already left.

After being angry for a while, Fu Zhun reluctantly walked towards the school gate alone.

He originally thought that Cen Xiao would not wait for him, but in the end he saw that familiar figure wearing a mask at the door.

Cen Xiao was standing under a tree on the sidewalk at the door, looking down at his phone.

From the corner of the eye, he caught sight of Fu Zhun coming, and just glanced at him, walking forward without saying a word.

Seeing this, Fu Zhun snorted softly, raised his foot to chase after him, and grabbed Cen Xiao's shoulder: "Wait for me?"

"Otherwise?" Cen Xiao obviously felt that what he asked was nonsense, and frowned lightly: "Hurry up, I'm sleepy."

Although his tone was flat and he didn't intend to coax Fu Zhun at all, Fu Zhun was unexpectedly much happier.

He nodded triumphantly: "Okay, then I will barely forgive you."

Cen Xiao glanced at him incredulously, apparently not knowing why he was forgiving: "What did I do wrong?"

"You changed the lock on my house." Fu Zhun still remembered Cen Xiao shutting him out: "You did it on purpose."

"Well, I did it on purpose." Cen Xiao found it funny when he thought about the management password being cracked casually: "Your password is really too simple."

He tried only two codes in total.

One is Fu Zhun's birthday and the other is his birthday.

The result is really over.

However, Fu Zhun felt that the password was not simple at all: "No one can guess it except you, do you think someone will guess it on your birthday?"

"That's true." After all, who would have thought that someone like Fu Zhun would actually like Cen Xiao.

No matter whether it is a serious liking or a liking at the level of idol fans, it is impossible for outsiders to guess.

The two walked all the way to the gate of the community like elementary school students, but they heard someone shouting behind them: "Brother Cen Xiao?"

Hearing this voice, they turned their heads in unison.

Then I saw Qiu Nanzhou walking towards them: "What a coincidence, have you moved here?"

Seeing that it was him, Fu Zhun's expression darkened instantly.

The corners of his upturned lips immediately tightened, and his smile faded away. Before Cen Xiao could answer, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiu Nanzhou glanced at him from the corner of his eye, hummed slightly inaudibly, and said with usual expression: "It's just saying hello to Brother Cen Xiao."

Cen Xiao didn't know what happened between the two of them.

But he could still feel that the atmosphere was not right, so he could only smooth things over and said, "You live here too?"

"Yeah." Qiu Nanzhou nodded: "This is close to the place where I take acting classes, so my dad helped me rent a house in this community."

Unexpectedly, just after he finished speaking, Fu Zhun suddenly sneered, and said with a low smile: "At the door of Dejia, one really dares to rent and one really dares to live."

Having said it so plainly, Cen Xiao immediately sensed that there might be a rift between the two of them.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only prevaricate Qiu Nanzhou with a few words: "This neighborhood is pretty good, uncle has chosen well."

After speaking, he took Fu Zhun away first.

Before leaving, Fu Zhun looked back at Qiu Nanzhou's direction.

I found out that he lived in the next building.

Sneering lazily, he looked away and didn't speak again.

But Cen Xiao obviously felt that this was not a small problem.

Although he knew that Fu Zhun was notorious in school, he had never seen him have deep hostility towards anyone.

This is the first time this has been revealed.

Cen Xiao re-entered Fu Zhun's fingerprints into the door lock, and asked him seriously after entering the room and closing the door: "You know Qiu Nanzhou? Why didn't you tell me last time?"

"That's right." Fu Zhun raised his eyes casually, and walked into the room with a look of indifference: "It's just a little festival."

In Cen Xiao's impression, Qiu Nanzhou usually doesn't talk much, but when talking to him, this person is usually gentle and polite.

I don't know what conflict a person like him can have with Fu Zhun.

"His sister is a signed artist of my father's company." Seeing that he seemed a little curious, Fu Zhun casually mentioned a few words without elaborating: "Because some things were hidden, he just looked at me and was upset."

"That's it." Cen Xiao nodded with a half understanding.

It sounded like it was about their elders and had nothing to do with him, so Cen Xiao didn't ask in detail.

He just said: "Then you two should see each other less in the future."

Fu Zhun probably didn't want to mention this unlucky person either, so he lazily responded, yawned and got up to take a shower.

Before entering the bathroom, he poked his head out and said again: "Brother, are you really not going to wash with me?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"I have abdominal muscles." After saying that, Fu Zhun wanted to lift his clothes to show him.

"I have it too, thank you." It's a pity that Cen Xiao doesn't care about this thing at all, so he went to pour water after seeing it.

However, his words hit Fu Zhun's heart.

Fu Zhun suddenly turned back, stretched out his hand to tug at the hem of his clothes, and said casually: "Really? I don't believe it unless you let me see it."

"Stay away from death." Cen Xiao immediately slapped his hands away: "Go take your shower, if you don't take a shower, I'll go take a shower."

Originally, the two of them washed together in the public bathroom of the school.

However, now that there is an unclear relationship, Cen Xiao always thinks it's weird for the two of them to take a bath together.

It seems like nothing is quite right.

Even lying in a bed at night doesn't feel right.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, and the semi-transparent curtains cannot cover the moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the scattered lights of thousands of families.

With his back to Fu Zhun, Cen Xiao didn't feel sleepy at all.

He could only count the small embroidered flowers reflected by the moonlight on the curtains with his eyes open, thinking about when he was sleepy and when he fell asleep.

Originally, he was going to sleep in the second bedroom, but Fu Zhun insisted that the key to the door of the second bedroom could not be found, and it was locked and he couldn't get in.

Now the two of them are sleeping on the same bed for no reason.

The mood is very delicate.

That day on the boat, when the two of them shared the same bed, Cen Xiao's emotional ups and downs were not so great.

Now that they have an extra layer of ambiguous relationship, Cen Xiao starts to get nervous for no reason.

The strings of the brain are tense all the time.

He didn't know if Fu Zhun was asleep, and there was no movement behind him.

Sighing almost inaudibly, Cen Xiao still decided to get up quietly and go out to sleep on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, just as he sat up and before he left the bed, Fu Zhun embraced him from behind, and said nonchalantly, "Where are you sleepwalking?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"You didn't sleep?" Cen Xiao lay on the bed, looking sideways at him.

Before, he thought that Fu Zhun was asleep because he was quiet.

"Can't sleep." Fu Zhun stared straight at him, not feeling sleepy at all.

He even had to make an inch of turning Cen Xiao over so that Cen Xiao could face him.

As if escaping from something, Cen Xiao closed his eyes as soon as he turned around, and urged: "Hurry up and sleep, or you won't be able to read tomorrow morning."

"I can't sleep." Fu Zhun repeated, as if emphasizing something.

However, Cen Xiao acted as if he didn't understand, and just said: "Why don't you get up and do five three?"

"No." Fu Zhun snorted softly, obviously not satisfied with his answer.

The hand that was holding Cen Xiao's waist suddenly became restless.

The warm touch came, and even the fabric of the pajamas couldn't stop it.

Cen Xiao's back stiffened instantly.

He couldn't help hiding, and scolded in a low voice: "Fu Zhun."

"Huh?" Fu Zhun looked at Cen Xiao innocently as if he hadn't done anything, "What's wrong?"

"Stop making trouble." Cen Xiao stretched out his hand to grab him, trying to tear his hand away: "I have to get up early tomorrow."

It was clearly a sentence of restraint, but Fu Zhun completely deviated from the point: "Can you make trouble if you don't get up early?"

With his hand, he quietly lifted the pajamas behind Cen Xiao's back, and immediately covered the pajamas with his palm: "Then I will help you ask for leave tomorrow morning."

Cen Xiao: "..."

After Cen Xiao reacted, he immediately grabbed Fu Zhun's hand to prevent him from moving: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." Fu Zhun nodded, trying to break free from Cen Xiao's hand.

He easily pulled his hand out from under Cen Xiao's palm, and scratched Cen Xiao twice with his backhand.

Cen Xiao trembled for a moment, recovered his senses and warned: "Don't push yourself too far."

However, Fu Zhun just smiled casually, and his mouth was still obedient: "Brother, I haven't even tasted the sweetness, how can I make more progress without even an inch?"

While talking, he pushed towards Cen Xiao, almost pushing Cen Xiao to the ground.

Cen Xiao had nowhere to retreat, so he could only stretch out his hand to push him: "Go back."

"No." Fu Zhun put his arms around him and pressed him into his arms, then buried his head in his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I can't sleep."

Taking advantage of Cen Xiao's unpreparedness, he rubbed his head twice, his lips suddenly covered Cen Xiao's collarbone, and asked vaguely, "Was it here last time?"

There was a slight pain in the neck, which was exactly the same as when Fu Zhun was drunk.

However, this time Fu Zhun went too far, not only talking non-stop, but also non-stop using his hands.

His warm palm kept moving on Cen Xiao's back, causing Cen Xiao to tremble lightly.

"Fu Zhun." Cen Xiao inexplicably felt like a wolf in front and a tiger in back, and even the voice calling him had an imperceptible tremor.

He pinched the back of Fu Zhun's neck, trying to pull him up: "Stop making trouble."

"I didn't make trouble." Fu Zhun still refused to get up, and said vaguely while still kissing: "I just want to feel my future boyfriend in advance."

After speaking, his kiss suddenly changed direction, from the neck all the way up to the corner of Cen Xiao's lips.

But the direction of the hand wandering is completely different.

It was still spinning on its back just now, but now it gradually went down, even touching the edge of Cen Xiao's pajama pants.

Cen Xiao sensed Fu Zhun's intention almost instantly, and immediately squeezed his hand: "No."

"Why?" Fu Zhun finally raised his eyes slightly.

Although his lips were away from the corners of Cen Xiao's mouth, they could still touch them lightly when he spoke.

Every time Fu Zhun uttered a word, Cen Xiao was rendered speechless by the subtle touch.

As long as he retorts, this stimulating feeling will be doubled.

And Fu Zhun obviously grasped this point, with a stubborn and innocent tone.

Like an innocent child, his words were so straightforward that it was hard to ignore: "But I want to."