docile pet

The author has something to say: the ending is not ending immediately, I strive to finish it in 22 years hehe U·ェ·U

The Spring Festival is coming as scheduled.

If you think about it carefully, the Spring Festival is actually just an ordinary day. It is people who endow this day with different meanings.

For Fang Mian, this is the most meaningful Spring Festival since he was an adult, and he listed the harvest of this year with Fang Pei.

First of all, he raised a pet dog. Of course, now that he has become a boyfriend, Fang Mian is no longer alone.

The second is that he has made great progress in his career. Now Fang Mian’s Weibo account has nearly 10 fans, and the comic strip “Pet Dog” has also ranked first in the list of Nut comics for two consecutive months. Simple In other words, Fang Mian is rich now.

Then Fang Pei found a job, one step closer to being a high-quality human male.

In addition, the relationship with the neighbors has become much closer, and Fang Mian's concentration of social fear has decreased.

……

Calculated step by step, so many good things have happened this year. It feels like prying open a small change storage jar and putting one yuan and one yuan into it every day.

The only thing that made Fang Mian a little sad was Ye Youzhi's departure.

Fang Mian still remembers how Ye Youzhi stuffed him with candy slowly when they first met. Later, it was because of Ye Youzhi's persuasion that Fang Mian made up his mind to be with Fang Pei.

Ye Youzhi should know something.

But he saw that Fang Mian was unwilling to speak out, so he thoughtfully didn't ask, but those hints were obvious enough, anyway, Fang Mian wished him happiness.

On New Year's Eve, in the warm bedroom, Fang Mian and Fang Pei were wearing couple pajamas, sitting on the newly bought beanbag sofa, leaning against the corner and watching the Spring Festival Gala with a notebook, with snacks and drinks all over the floor at their feet.

The couple's pajamas were chosen by Fang Pei. They were dog-style one-piece pajamas, with ears on the hat, and the pockets on the left and right sides of the body were in the shape of dog paws.

After Fang Mian put it on, Fang Pei liked it so much that love burst out of his eyes, so he hugged Fang Mian and twirled it around, scaring Fang Mian into screaming.

Fang Pei has never watched the Spring Festival Gala, let alone cross talk skits. He doesn’t quite understand the stalks and funny elements in the actor’s lines. When Fang Mian laughed, he looked at Fang Mian curiously. Fang Mian was watched Embarrassed, he rubbed his sore face from laughing, opened the snacks and started feeding Fang Pei.

But in the next skit, there was a character speaking Sichuan dialect. Fang Pei seemed to be pressed by some strange button, and suddenly laughed wildly. No matter what the actor said, even if there was no joke at all, Fang Pei was happy Roll on the ground.

This time it was Fang Mian's turn to stare at him speechlessly.

"It's funny, isn't it?" Fang Mian imitated Sichuan dialect and asked him.

"Hahaha..." Fang Pei laughed so hard that he threw his head into Fang Mian's arms, "Why do you talk like this? It's so weird hahahaha..."

The soft curly hair was dangling in front of Fang Mian, and it seemed to feel very good. Fang Mian rubbed it with his hands, and he felt that something was missing, so he said to Fang Pei: "You change back, I haven't seen you for a long time Pei Pei."

"Okay, let you see him." Fang Pei sucked at the corner of Fang Mian's mouth.

A flash of white light flashed, and a fluffy, heroic large black dog appeared in front of Fang Mian. He had a pair of big rabbit-like ears, bright amber eyes, and a big tail behind him that kept wagging.

Fang Mian was no longer reserved, hugged Pei Pei, buried his head in the long fur under the dog's neck, and took a deep breath.

Satisfied.

"Hey—Pei Pei is so kind, whose puppy is so cute, give me a kiss..." Fang Mian hugged Pei Pei and rubbed her ears, scratched her chin, and her face was full of happiness.

Pei Pei was also so excited that he couldn't stop breathing, making cute whining noises, and lay down on the ground showing his soft belly.

Who can bear this?

Fang Mian took a deep breath, and then buried his entire face on the dog's stomach.

But at this moment, a white light flashed, and Fang Mian felt the soft down on his face suddenly disappear, replaced by hard muscles and tight skin.

When Fang Mian came back to his senses, his face was pressed against Fang Pei's naked chest, and his nose was still poking at Fang Pei's chest muscles.

"Wow—" Fang Mian was about to run away, but a big hand grabbed the back of his neck tightly.

"Don't you like it very much? Why are you running?"

A deep male voice came from above his head, Fang Mian felt that he was being held back by something hard, and he didn't dare to move at once, so he could only continue to be buried on Fang Pei's strong chest muscles.

"No... no! Why are you doing this, Fang Pei! We agreed to get Pei Pei!"

"I am Pei Pei," Fang Pei felt wronged, "Why are you so active towards my original form, but so indifferent towards my human form? Now you can still touch and kiss me."

Fang Pei forcefully pulled Fang Mian's hand, forced him to touch his abdominal muscles all over, and forced Fang Mian to play a hooligan.

"Okay, let me go!"

Fang Mian didn't know why the pure puppy who didn't know much about the world turned into what he is now. He wanted to push Fang Pei away and sit up, but Fang Pei is not wearing anything now, and what he touches on his palms are all slippery and warm. skin.

At first Fang Mian struggled decently, but then it changed.

Those strong muscles slid across the sensitive palm skin, reminding Fang Mian of the plaster sculptures he had drawn in art class, but they were warmer and more alive than plaster, and they danced slightly in Fang Mian's hands...

Fang Pei laughed softly: "Mian Mian, there is something wrong with you."

Fang Mian's cheeks were flushed red, he bit his lip and said nothing.

"Bang bang bang-"

Some family members started setting off fireworks outside the house, Fang Mian and Fang Pei looked up at the same time, they all thought of that ridiculous night on the balcony of Ye You's house.

The ups and downs of Fang Pei's chest suddenly increased, and he panted and pressed Fang Mian under him.

The laptop beside him was still playing sketches, the audience’s laughter and applause appeared frequently in the background sound, and the fireworks and firecrackers outside the window rang out one after another. Although the surrounding sounds were so noisy, Fang Mian seemed to be unable to hear anything. He only had Fang Pei lying on his body in his eyes.

"Wife," Fang Pei took the initiative to rub his cheek against Fang Mian's when he stretched out his hand. He frowned slightly, stared at Fang Mian pitifully with wide eyes, and said coquettishly in a cute nasal voice, "Can I not use that tonight? , bring uncomfortable ones, I promise not to get them in, okay?"

Fang Mian was embarrassed to look at him, lying under him and turned his head sideways, revealing Fang Pei's graceful neck.

"...It's okay to get it in, tonight, you can do whatever you want."

Fang Pei's breathing suddenly became heavier.

As midnight approached, there were more and more people setting off firecrackers in the community. Everyone wanted to get a good start on the first day of the new year. The crackling sound of firecrackers lasted for more than ten minutes. There was such an incongruous ambiguous moan mixed in, but no one would notice.

On the dark carpet, two or three reddish porcelain white fingertips were exposed between the fingers of a big brown hand, like caramel that had accidentally fallen into chocolate.

"Well……"

Not knowing what the owner of the brown fingers did, those white fingertips shrank back shyly and disappeared completely.

Not far away, the notebook turned over on the ground began to count down to the zero o'clock of the new year.

The host said with a joyful voice: "Let's count down together, ten, nine, eight... three, two, one! Happy New Year!"

Fang Pei licked the fresh tooth marks on Fang Mian's earlobe, and said in a wet and sticky voice:

"Honey, happy new year."

At the same time, in a small restaurant on an old street, two migrant workers looked like sitting on a bench with their legs crossed, drinking and watching TV.

Holding the wine glass, the younger one asked the older one, "Brother Fang, why don't you go home?"

"I've been dead for so many years, go back home." The man called "Brother Fang" has a tall hairline, sallow skin, unshaven beard, and deep bags under his eyes. He is Fang Zhixiang.

The young man asked again: "Don't you have a son? Some time ago, you said you wanted to ask your son for money?"

"Ah? My wife has been dead for more than ten years. Where did my son come from? I went out to avoid debts those few days! You have only had a few drinks, why are you so drunk?" Fang Zhixiang raised his head and drank the last sip of white wine in the glass , "If I want a son, can I get to this point? Hey, let's go, it's too fucking cold here, buy two bottles of wine and go back and drink slowly..."

Fang Zhixiang waited for the young man to pay the money, and the two walked out shoulder to shoulder, and bumped into a man just two steps away from the road. Expensive white fur looks like a rich man.

Fang Zhixiang immediately cursed: "You don't have fucking eyes? How big is it to have two stinky money? Fucking Chinese New Year is really fucking unlucky..."

"Fang, Brother Fang, forget it, let's go back and drink, drink..."

The young man wobbled away with Fang Zhixiang in his arms, and no one noticed that the man in white fur stopped in place and looked at them for a long time.