Backtracking to the Village

Is it because he has the nerve to ask a friend for help?The articles he wrote are hot, but it doesn’t mean that he is an open-minded young man in reality. On the contrary, because he doesn’t like to go out, he rarely talks, and looks very shy. Everyone thinks he is a good boy. If he knows that he writes these things Come on, are you afraid that your eyes will pop out of their sockets?

Huang Zitao bit his finger, and flipped through the address book with his other hand.Who, who can he find...

Sliding his fingertips, a name came into view. Excited, Huang Zitao dialed that person's phone number.

The name in the remark is a mortal who can fly. This is not someone Huang Zitao knows in real life, but one of his readers.When Huang Zitao first published his first article under the pseudonym Tao Zhiyaoyao, he was not well-known and few people read it. This person came to leave messages every day, which gave Huang Zitao a lot of motivation.In the past, he suspected that this person didn't read his text at all, because that person's message was completely different from others', either cheering up or good night and morning, etc. After a period of time, Huang Zitao was completely aroused by this person's curiosity.He knocked on that person privately and asked, dear, have you read the text?If you don't read it, you don't need to leave a message every day, it's very tiring. .

The person over there is obviously online, but it took a long time to reply, asking me to repeat the plot for you?

Huang Zitao blushed, his writing was basically meat, what the hell is the repetitive plot?After struggling for a long time, he replied, okay, I misunderstood you, sorry.

Give me your phone number as compensation.

What a dick reader... Huang Zitao thought about it and sent the number.

After giving the number, Huang Zitao was worried for a while, but the other party didn't have a text message, let alone a phone call, and just continued to leave messages in his text every day.Huang Zitao got used to the existence of that strange reader after one or two years. One day he didn't see the flying mortal's message, so he couldn't help sending a text message to ask, Hey, where have you been?

It still took a long time to reply, and the network cable was broken.

What a dick, weird and cold reader...

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The phone beeped a few times and got through.As soon as that dick, strange and cold reader's voice came out, Huang Zitao was so frightened that his hands trembled a few times.Man, man, it turned out to be a man!He thought his readers were all rotten women, even if there were male readers, it would be impossible for him to leave messages every day, right?

"Hey, what's the matter?" The voice on the other end was deep and pleasant, and Huang Zitao's ears were so shocked again.

Huang Zitao said weakly: "You can fly, so you are a man..."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Oh! Well, you know about the cleaning of the network, right? I'm inconvenient now, can you help me lock my text? I'll send you the password in a text message later."

"it is good."

"Thank you, the amount of work should be quite large, and the time is very tight..." Huang Zitao was inexplicably shy when he heard the voice, "I'll privately send the text to you during the time when I can't update online."

"not enough."

"what?"

"You come to see me as compensation."

Huang Zitao touched his hot cheeks: "...um."

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One afternoon at the end of summer, the sun was scorching, and Huang Zitao, a freshman freshman, didn't want to stay in the dormitory where the air conditioner was broken, so he went to the cool and comfortable library, and found a corner with few people, holding his mobile phone and typing on the author's platform.Probably because he was full and sleepy, he unconsciously fell asleep holding his mobile phone. A boy with thick eyebrows and beautiful eyes sitting opposite him glanced at his mobile phone, which was set to reading mode so the screen was always on, and wrote down Tao Zhiyao. The name Yao.

That night, a message appeared in Tao Zhiyao's text, good night.

What should I do if I have no inspiration?

"Can fly, are you asleep?" Huang Zitao paced up and down, thinking about it, and finally knocked on the door nervously.There were rustling footsteps in the room, and the sound of bare feet on the wooden floor.The man opened the door and looked at the man who was holding the hem of his clothes and lowering his head: "What's wrong?"

What's the matter, what's the matter, you will ask this sentence, you don't have eyes to see?

Huang Zitao said, "Well, well, the latest chapter has been written."

The man nodded: "Send the email."

Fuck you cold man... Huang Zitao almost wrinkled his clothes: "Actually, I haven't finished writing, I'm almost there."

"Oh?" The man stood there leisurely, with the blue plaid pajamas on his body submissively, "Can't write?"

Huang Zitao responded vaguely: "Uh, I don't have any inspiration, I...are you free?" Recently Wu Yifan's company won the bid, and as the chief designer, Wu Yifan has to rush to plan and has been busy for several days.

Wu Yifan said: "Do you want me to help you find inspiration?"

Huang Zitao didn't know what he was ashamed of, his expression was weird: "Hmm...just a fragment, I don't know how to describe it well."

The man's eyes were like deep pools of water, and they were shining right now. He stroked Huang Zitao's drooping hair: "Come in, let's talk about it."

Huang Zitao didn't dare to look at Wu Yifan, walked to the sofa in Wu Yifan's room with his bare feet and sat down, and said the words he had thought up before entering the room: "I'm writing "Village Affairs", and I plan to write about Ah Heng and Tao Ya. On the sofa...but I can't write that scene well. The background is like this, Tao Ya wants to be with Ah Heng, but Ah Heng has been busy in the past few days, Tao Ya is afraid that he will be tired and dare not take it, but he really I really want to... I can't sleep well at night when I think about it." The more he said, the more wronged he was, "He was thinking, if he only did it once, it wouldn't take a lot of time..."

Wu Yifan looked at Huang Zitao's whirling: "And then?"

"Then, Taoya ran to Ah Heng's room by herself, but the annoying Ah Heng pretended to not understand Taoya's meaning." Huang Zitao pulled his hand, leaving two small nests on the leather sofa.

"It's very exciting... Ah Heng should be molesting Tao Ya, he wants to see what Tao Ya is going to do."

"I'm also thinking about what Taoya should do, but it's stuck there, please help me think about it."

Wu Yifan said: "I think Tao Ya shouldn't keep her head down all the time, maybe Ah Heng wants to look into his eyes."

Huang Zitao looked up at Wu Yifan, his face was like a ripe apple: "It makes sense. What else?"

"Taoya doesn't need to dress so tightly, just button two or three buttons on her pajamas."

Huang Zitao listened carefully to the opinions: "Well, you continue to talk, I'll listen..."

"It's too much trouble, Tao Ya just take off all your clothes."

Huang Zitao's face darkened: "Wu Yifan, are you a man? I want Candy to bite you."

"Really? No one will help you if you don't have inspiration in the future."

"Just bite off that one of yours, lest I miss it!"

Wu Yifan laughed, bent over and hugged the sulking little writer: "That's too bad, you're going to suffer from insomnia in the future. I just finished working today, so help me think a little more about the plot, okay?"

"Not good, Tao Ya suddenly regretted it, he felt that it was too low to take the initiative to dedicate himself."

"It's okay, Ah Heng won't think he is low."

"Taoya really hates Ah Heng!"

"Of course not. Otherwise, why would Ah Heng's whole body be shaking when he casually touched him a few times?"

Huang Zitao covered his face: "I can fly, the leather sofa is so hard to clean, I should set the background on the bed."

"Haven't they tried sitting on the sofa before? It's good to come here once in a while." "But..." Huang Zitao was speechless halfway through the sentence. The fatal part fell into the hands of someone, so what else could he say? Come?

"Taotao, all the articles you write are deceiving? Otherwise, why can't I hear the 'sticky meowing like a kitten'?"

"That's right... just to lie to you, someone who has never seen the world!"

The man laughed so that his belly vibrated with joy: "It's not a lie, don't bite your teeth, I should be able to hear it."

Wu Yifan said so, but Huang Zitao didn't do what he said, the actions just now, now that he wants to come back, he just feels ashamed, and since his wish has been fulfilled, there is no need for him to be obedient.Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the emotional man, the way he bit his lower lip and blushed was even more seductive.

"Why are old couples ashamed... It's not the first time for me, huh?" Wu Yifan buried his head in gnawing on Huang Zitao's chest, leaving a sparkle behind, Huang Zitao jumped into the scene in an instant, pushing his head dumbfoundingly: "Enough I’m sorry for you! Follow what I wrote in my article, and next time I’ll write about Taoya’s counterattack.”

Wu Yifan clung to his ear, his deep voice spewed out with the warm air, scratching his ear, itching his whole body: "You just write, anyway, in reality, you haven't been fucked by me..."

Huang Zitao just bites his knuckles to figure out how many filthy words the characters use, his face doesn't blush and his heart beats, but Wu Yifan's words can make Huang Zitao's fingertips numb to the point of toes, and the ends of his hair tremble.Maybe it's also because there is no barrier of clothing?Wu Yifan's typical dressing looks thin and undressed, it's not easy to lie on the body, but Huang Zitao feels that he can't stop, he just thinks that he can't get closer, it's best to rub it into the flesh and blood!

Wu Yifan's finger might be a lighter, otherwise how could his skin burn inch by inch wherever he wandered?Especially the part of the body that most craves to be filled with love... After so many days, no matter how slender and flexible Wu Yifan's fingers are, how can he be satisfied?He inserted his hands into the other's thick hair, rubbed against the person on his body, bent his legs and hooked his waist, and told him with his movements that this was not tasty enough, that he could continue... more, give him more!

The sofa was narrow, and both of them were tall, so it was difficult to stretch out. In order to prevent Huang Zitao's head from hitting the wall, Wu Yifan controlled his strength to push it against it. Unexpectedly, the little writer who had been hungry for a few days felt uncomfortable, and the hunger got worse. One overturned the person with force.Before Wu Yifan had time to feel frustrated, he thought about increasing the number of times he went to the gym, and the little writer with spring eyes crawled up to him