HE is not taken for granted

The next day, when Lu Liang woke up, he was only wearing a pair of underwear.

The head hurts, and it's not just the hangover pain.

The location of the room is very good, high-rise, with plenty of lighting.The blue sky and white clouds, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, which made Lu Liang feel a little dizzy.

He covered his eyes with his hands, looking at the ceiling through his fingers.

He clearly realized that the smell on the bed belonged to Wang Zheng.

This is Wang Zheng's room, Wang Zheng's bed.

This is Wang Zheng's home.

Last night, Wang Zheng actually took him home directly.This surprised him a little.

He had sent Wang Zheng back many times before. When Wang Zheng was drunk, he never stayed here overnight.

He couldn't deny that he kind of enjoyed being in this bed.

"Last night you were unconscious from a fever, and you don't know if you were burned or drunk." Wang Zheng came out of the bathroom, with a bathrobe wrapped around his lower body, and his mouth was full of toothpaste foam.

Lu Liang was a little taken aback by such a scene.

While brushing his teeth, Wang Zheng muttered the most commonplace words vaguely.This feels extra live.Just like two ordinary cohabiting lovers.

Is Wang Zheng like this in front of his boys?

Lu Liang couldn't help imagining Wang Zheng's body under the bathrobe, and then touched his own smooth skin under the quilt.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was hoarse.

"What did you change for me?"

When Wang Zheng came out again, he was already wearing a pair of pajama pants, but his upper body was still naked. When Lu Liang saw him, his heart skipped a beat again.

How long had he not seen Wang Zheng like this?To be exact, it was Wang Zheng under the clothes.

Wang Zheng brought him a glass of water.

"Otherwise?" Wang Zheng disappeared again, only his voice could be heard, "I have a high fever, I'm still drunk, and I weigh as much as a pig. And I left the keys in the car." After a while, I heard someone in the kitchen There is a sound of oil in the pan, and then, there is a faint smell of fried eggs.

He left the keys in the car?He couldn't remember anything.

"However, the figure is not bad."

Wang Zheng, who appeared for the third time, was already dressed in a neat suit, and brought a bowl of plain porridge and a fried egg sandwich.

"You big pervert, what did you do to me?" Lu Liang huddled under the quilt, joking.But his face was already a little red, so he could only shrink under the quilt.

Although he was covered in stinky sweat, had a high fever and felt very uncomfortable, but he enjoyed the feeling at this moment very much-the illusion that the two of them lived together.

It would be great if all of this continued forever.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised, and he couldn't help but say what he'd been wanting to say all these years: why don't we be together?

"Yo, so confident in yourself?" Wang Zheng stood in the corridor, facing the mirror and putting on his tie. At that position, Lu Liang could just see it on the bed, "Do you think I need to be so hungry?"

Hungry

Seeing that Lu Liang suddenly disappeared, Wang Zheng said, "Don't worry, you know, my bottom line is not to play this with friends." Wang Zheng looked at himself in the mirror, "There is medicine on the coffee table in the living room. Eat some if you're hungry later. After the meal, rest. There is no need to rinse the bowl, I will come back at night to make it."

friend?

Play?

Lu Liang's heart darkened.

"I still have to go to work today." After drinking water, his voice became more comfortable, but Lu Liang's voice became even hoarse.

"I sent a message to your assistant, and your assistant also said that your director asked you to take a good rest today, saying that you drank too much last night."

"You use my mobile phone?" Lu Liang asked, "Do you know which one is my assistant?"

Wang Zheng said, "Is there something I don't know? Those bad people in your phone."

In the past, in bars and at friends' houses, Lu Liang's mobile phone was casually thrown on the table, and Wang Zheng would play with it casually, but Lu Liang never touched Wang Zheng's mobile phone.

"Where's your phone?" Lu Liang asked.

"what happened?"

"Let me see, it's fair and reasonable."

Wang Zheng stopped at the bedroom door and looked at him, and said after a few seconds, "So you are sick like this." After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he threw the phone to him, "Are you sure you want to see it?"

Lu Liang slid away Wang Zheng's cell phone and looked at it. There were a lot of unread messages on WeChat and SMS, so he clicked on the first one to read.

It's spam.

Article [-].

"Honey, thank you for the gift. Shall we watch a movie tonight? - Love you bear."

Lu Liang's heart darkened again.

In an instant, he lost the desire to read on, and threw the phone beside the bed.

"Is it psychologically balanced after reading it?"

"What do you think?"

After answering, I laughed in my heart that I deserved it, I knew what I would see

It's masochistic.

This taste is so frightening.

Looking at the white sheets, Wang Zheng once said that he never brought anyone home overnight, and he didn't like the smell of strangers on his bed.

He wondered, did Wang Zheng really bring anyone back?

"You have never slept with another man in this bed?"

Lu Liang asked.

After asking, I regretted it and felt like I was going to be stabbed again.I was full again.Masochistic.foul.deserve it.

"Slept." Wang Zheng replied while packing his things.

really.

Wang Zheng poked his head over, "Are you not a man?"

"Ah?" Lu Liang didn't realize it.

"Stupid?" Wang Zheng scolded with a smile, "Okay, I have something to do at night, and I won't be coming back. Your clothes are so vomited that you can't wear them. You can just pick one of mine and leave first."

Wang Zheng picked up the phone and walked towards the door.

The sound of the door closing.

Not coming back at night?Lu Liang thought of that message and the pile of unread messages.

Wang Zheng's appearance in a suit and black leather shoes is eye-catching and good-looking, so many gays out there like this kind of suitman.

In Wang Zheng's closet, all suits and shirts were neatly hung, while Lu Liang pulled out a set of sportswear from another closet and put it on.

The two people are about the same size, Lu Liang is 180cm, Wang Zheng is 178cm, and Lu Liang is taller than Wang Zheng.

Lowering his head and sniffing his clothes, Lu Liang didn't know what he was looking for.

Just thinking that this was worn by Wang Zheng gave me a special feeling all over my body.

Standing on the balcony, I stretched my muscles.In the morning, even if the fever is not cured, the temperature will not be too high.

In fact, Wang Zheng, apart from his emotional misdeeds, is a very gentle and considerate person.With thoughtfulness, it may not be quite accurate.In short, if Wang Zheng wanted to be nice to a person, it was almost impossible for this person to refuse.I can't refuse it emotionally or rationally.Even, you know it's a dangerous trap, but you can't help but fall into it.

In retrospect, at the beginning of the acquaintance, he was also very immersed in this kind of beautiful contact.

Everything seems to be arranged by heaven, he just waits for the relationship to come to fruition.

Then there is no more then.

Because after a while, he knew that the boy he liked was the Wang Zheng who had a great reputation.

Unexpected.

The moment he confirmed his identity, he felt like a bucket of ice water poured down from head to toe, cooling him down.

After careful consideration, he decided to give up.

So, he began to avoid Wang Zheng, try to avoid bumping into him, and try to decline his invitation.

However, life is sometimes very paradoxical.

He found that the more he avoided running into Wang Zheng, the more he could run into him everywhere.And declining his invitation is even more difficult.

It is the kind of irresistible tenderness and thoughtfulness.

As if they can see through you, and meet your every need.Even if it is a small need.Just like today.

At the same time, Wang Zheng's "ironing" in dealing with people will neither "exceed" nor "below".He won't force you to do what you don't want, and at the same time, he will make you feel that he didn't ask too much.In the end, it will make you feel that it’s just a game of ball and a meal together, and they treat you as a normal friend, neither chasing you, nor wanting to fuck you, how dare you do everything you can, and force yourself* Rape you?

What's more, you have no good reason to refuse others.

As the days went by like this, his mentality gradually changed from deliberately avoiding and dodging to letting nature take its course.The "friend" Wang Zheng, his tone of voice, his expression, and the casual words he said between friends, made people feel like he was loved like a spring breeze.

And later, give up?He felt that he had caught the evil spirit of Wang Zheng, the typical boiled frog in warm water, and he couldn't let it go.

Rushed over to fight with a group of people, and finally left a mark on Wang Zheng's roster?He is not reconciled to this.

He had no choice, and in the end, he could only continue to watch this flamboyant and gorgeous boy silently.

Watching fresh flesh come and go from his side one by one.

A gust of wind blew, Lu Liang shivered and went back to the house.

Continue to be surrounded by Wang Zheng's "care".

He walked into the kitchen, saw the sandwich made by Wang Zheng, walked over, picked it up casually, ate it in two or three bites, and took a few mouthfuls of the porridge that was still hot.

Looking at the medicine on the coffee table, a piece has been taken apart, it may have been given to him last night, but I don't have much memory of it.

The kits are still in plastic bags with the pharmacy's name on them.There is also a small ticket inside.Looks like I bought it last night.

Lu Liang walked around each room again. He was no stranger to this room, but he had never observed it at eight o'clock in the morning.

He rinsed the bowl, cleaned up the kitchen, and restored it; the bed was also simply tidied up; finally, he went to the bathroom.

A new set of toiletries and a new towel were placed beside the washstand, apparently prepared by Wang Zheng for him.

Facing the mirror, he washed his face and brushed his teeth; facing the mirror, he shaved, and finally, he used Wang Zheng's aftershave lotion—it really smelled like Wang Zheng.

Then I couldn't hold back anymore, and simply took off my clothes and went to the shower again.

When the mist evaporates, the water flows down the head all the way, which is very comfortable.

He didn't care that he was still having a fever.

He thought, if life is like this every day; if there is a guy like Wang Zheng in his life, it would be great.

However, when I think about that message, and the series of problems it represents.

Everything is back to square one.

He still couldn't convince himself to confess to this person, and he couldn't give up. In the end, he could only pretend that nothing had happened and be this person's "close friend".

This is a stalemate, and it is also his lost situation.

When he left, he took one last look at that bed: Did Wang Zheng also sleep on this bed last night?