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, very uncomfortable, you can start with a sentence expressing intimacy, or just a hug that the other party needs, and give the positive response he wants to give. "

"On the premise that you feel comfortable, try some small details, you can try, maybe he will give you unexpected positive feedback."

After finishing the conversation, Yan Zheng also walked out expressionlessly after a while.

After making an appointment for the next time, Yan Zheng and Shi Fangman went home by car. Yan Zheng looked sullen and didn't talk much along the way. Only then did Shi Fangman notice that most of their topics were brought up by Yan Zheng of.The young man is indeed active, but once he is silent, Shi Fangman is ashamed to speak.

Back home, Yan Zheng was always in a state of thinking. During dinner, Shi Fangman followed up into the kitchen hesitantly. He didn't know what to say, but Yan Zheng recovered first and gently pushed him out.

After closing the kitchen door, he turned his back, leaving only his back shrouded in the setting sun.

Finally, after eating, when Yan Zheng got up to clean up the dishes, Shi Fang swallowed his saliva and said, "Let me do it."

He walked around the dining table to get Yan Zheng's bowl, remembering what the doctor said in the afternoon, without thinking deeply, he just moved forward lightly while holding the bowl.

Still holding the bowl in one hand, afraid of rubbing against Yan Zheng's clean sweater, he hugged Yan Zheng's body with the other hand, like a dragonfly on water, and it would open at the touch of a touch.

But Yan Zheng seemed to be greatly shocked, and almost immediately returned his arms and hugged him.

As if he had rehearsed countless times, he didn't realize that even though he was holding Shi Fangman's waist, he still had a dazed expression on his face.

"Snapped!"

The bowl fell to the ground and shattered. The milk tea meowed and jumped to avoid it.

Shi Fangman lowered his head to pick up the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor, and as soon as he moved, Yan Zheng pressed over and fell on his shoulder.

Silently, some hot wetness diffused from his shoulders.

His arms were tightly folded, and he was holding his waist tightly, as if trying to embed himself in his body. He didn't ask Shi Fangman to move, and he didn't ask Shi Fangman to leave.

He whispered: "I don't want to change, I will control myself."

"do not go."

Shi Fangman stopped struggling and quietly lowered his arms, allowing him to hug him.

After a while, he raised his hand again, trembling but firmly embracing the tall young man.

Shi Fangman didn't know what he experienced in the consultation room in the afternoon, licked his lips, tried several times, and finally replied hoarsely: "I won't go."

His throat was blocked, he paused, and mustered up his courage again.

"I'll be with you, but as long as you feel comfortable, try to control yourself."

"Be good, okay?"

"it is good."

Yan Zheng rubbed against his shoulder, his voice was muffled through his clothes.

He still didn't let go, hugged him, closed his eyes attached, and raised his eyes pitifully after a while.

"Then can I not be good when I feel uncomfortable?"

Shi Fangman didn't speak, he fixed the spectacle frame crooked by Yan Zheng, sighed, and gently pushed him away.

He pushes an inch and can't manage it.

Walking to the kitchen, watching the water take away the oil, tidying up the countertops, patiently inserting the chopsticks into the chopstick holder one by one, on the glass window, there was a smile that Shi Fangman didn't even notice.

Yan Zheng didn't have to attend classes, and Shi Fangman had to wait until the freshmen enrolled to start leading classes, so he had a lot of free time.

When it was cold and windy, they waited at the roasted sweet potato stand next to the station, waiting for the boss to find the only white-heart sweet potato from a pile of red-heart sweet potatoes, and then divided it in half and handed it over.

The sweet potato with white heart has a dense texture like a chestnut, not so sweet, but it is still hot, and it sticks to the cold fingers that are red from the cold.

I went to visit the Town God's Temple after it snowed. The silver-white snow fell on the ocher-red red wall, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the top was a very light gray-blue.

There is a shrine, the incense is fragrant, and the soot is gone.

Fortune-telling signs are swaying in the wind, and what people count most is marriage.

Wrap up your down jacket tightly and walk across the overpass. The traffic under the bridge is fast, but there are few people on the bridge.

When walking down the long steps, Yan Zheng quietly took his hand and stuffed it into his warm pocket.

In the snack street in the business district, looking in from the window filled with little red lanterns, the brightly colored hawthorns wrapped in freshly boiled amber syrup were thrown on the table with a "snap".

Opposite was the cheerful and noisy music of the game hall. They stood at the door and waited for the candied haws to cool down and be crushed. The crystal clear surface was wrapped with chopped walnuts and melon seeds, and they put them into their mouths one by one.

Cold, sweet and sour.

"Brother, should you go and have a look?"

The two went to play video games, grab dolls, shoot guns, and walked home through the snow at night when the neon lights were on.

Go to the supermarket to buy new year's goods, make dumplings together around the TV, and prepare a big Chinese New Year set meal with raw meat for milk tea.

Fireworks are not allowed in this city, so Yan Zheng bought some online and set them off carefully, taking Shi Fangman to the top of the building before the twelve o'clock struck.

Striking a match and lighting a little firework.

The firework stick, which is only half the length of chopsticks, is cherished by the young man in his hand. The appearance of waving it back and forth is really funny. Yan Zheng came to grab his hand.

All lights are on.

He was overtaken by Yan Zheng, and he forced a fireworks stick, the bright and pure white light was like a small flower in the palm of his hand.

It is finally open.

In Shi Fangman's palm, a flower that blooms only once in a lifetime is in full bloom.

Only open for a moment, but a moment is a lifetime.

The dimmed light also fell gently on the palm of his hand.

Yan Zheng raised his hand and gently brushed away the snow particles that fell on his forehead. His cold lips moved forward, his breaths intertwined, and he couldn't distinguish between them, and he couldn't understand them. Whose heartbeat was it? Who's heartbeat.

They kissed, and because of a kiss, the desolate and cold chest for a long time finally swelled.

21:14:55

Excessive birthday wishes (end extra)

Birthday.

It is a topic that cannot be avoided every year. If there are two people, the number of birthdays in a year is twice.

These rare two times, for Shi Fangman, are the hurdles of the year that need to be vigilant, but for Yan Zheng, they are two good opportunities that must be seized, utilized, and squeezed out the last bit of value.

For example, on Fangman's birthday this year, Yan Zheng thoughtfully prepared a full set of massage facilities, vacated the study room in the house, and specially set up a massage lounge, saying that it was to solve the spine problem of the teachers at work, relieve back pain and neck pain, To prevent frozen shoulder, cervical spondylosis, and lumbar intervertebral disc herniation, it is actually to order a plate of incense (for health care), turn on the air-conditioning hot air (the room is so hot that you will sweat even if you wear unlined clothes), and a cup of fragrant tea (goji berry, cistanche, longan. Epimedium), long massage chairs spread out, rose-scented essential oils, and a masseur who is full of enthusiasm, thoughtfulness, and eagerness to serve.

With Shi Fangman's temperament, he was completely unable to make a happy gesture, and helplessly interrupted Yan Zheng's hand that was going to make trouble to other places several times, but in the end he was hugged instead, and got Yan Zheng's assurance that he was depressed.

"I don't move anymore."

He really behaved himself, and pressed the button for half an hour honestly, Shi Fangman's back did relax a lot.

The drowsy person took off his glasses, and his blurred vision fell on Yan Zheng's hand full of essential oils, which was red from the massage, and then met the other's wronged eyes, and his sleepiness immediately flew away.

With his temperament, at most he would be silent and hugged tightly, just...don't take a moment to acquiesce.

The thing has been done many times, but no matter how many times, Shi Fangman will feel ashamed, and that weird place has always been his heart disease, as long as it exists, this feeling of shame will not change.

However, Yan Zheng is not like that at all.It can be seen with the naked eye that young people at the time of vigorous energy, from the jerky excitement at the beginning, trying to get used to it, to the ease of doing it later, their appetites are getting bigger and bigger.

And this winter, when Yan Zheng's birthday was again ushered in, Shi Fangman's vigilance had already reached its peak.

"Brother, can you go to the hotel?"

Hearing this, Shi Fangman immediately clenched the pen in his hand, and drew a few meaningless ghostly symbols on the neatly written lesson plan.

He swallowed: "Forget it, it's very cold, it's not good to be at home..."

"But, it's my birthday."

Yan Zheng leaned over the table, leaned over and smiled innocently.

"I don't want other gifts, just accompany me and go to a hotel with me, okay?"

"No one will accompany me except my brother."

The last sentence, soft words, accompanied by Yan Zheng's black and bright pleading eyes, Shi Fangman hesitated again and again, and finally compromised.

Warm and romantic guest room design, advocating the living concept of emotion, a variety of themes and hobbies to choose from, various private props, and extremely passionate sweet ideas.

Yes, this is also a hotel.

It's just a love hotel.

From the moment he entered the door, Shi Fangman pretended to turn a blind eye to everything around him, tightened his coat, lowered his head, followed behind Yan Zheng, and entered the room reserved by the other party via the elevator.

Entering the room, there was a layer of fog on the lens, he simply ignored the ambiguous pink-purple light, stiffened his body, and sat down on the big leather sofa next to the door.

Yan Zheng approached courteously and wanted to take off his coat, but Shi Fang coughed and wanted to stand up, but was pressed down by the young man's hand.

"I'll be fine."

"Would you like something to drink?"

Opening the door of the refrigerator, there was actually pink light inside, and exquisite glass bottles of various shapes showed the brilliance of pink crystal under the bright pink light.

Shi Fangman pursed his lips tightly.

"Whatever...whatever."

Yan Zheng picked two