he is afraid, he pretends

The behavior seemed to be misunderstood by Wen Siyuan as unwillingness to look at it. When he looked away, Wen Siyuan had already grabbed his hand and stuck it to his stomach.

The warm and tight touch of his hands made Wu Luming's whole body go numb.

This was the first time in his life that he had touched another person's body so directly, coupled with the recognition that this person was Wen Siyuan, it made him burn from the beginning to the end in an instant.

At this time, Wen Siyuan had already grabbed his hand, pinched his index finger lightly, and stroked his abdomen piece by piece.

Every time a piece was drawn, Wen Siyuan would pinch Wu Luming's fingers for a while, as if he was very seriously proving to Wu Luming that his abs really had eight packs.

Although Wen Siyuan's skin is fair compared to ordinary men, but compared with Wu Luming's fair skin, it is to the extent that the color difference can be seen clearly when placed together.

The light outside the window was flickering and cast into the window, Wu Luming's unusually white fingers pressed Wen Siyuan's well-trained, healthy-skinned abdominal muscles, the visual impact produced made Wu Luming unable to recover for a long time.

Until Wen Siyuan finished counting eight yuan with dignity, then let go of his hand, and asked him very seriously: "What advantages does he have?"

The temperature in the palm of the hand seemed to be burned into the skin, and it could not fade away for a long time.

Wu Luming looked at Wen Siyuan's clothes that had covered his abdominal muscles again for a long while, then finally seemed to come back to his senses, and looked up at Wen Siyuan.

His mind was no longer sober when he was outside the vent.

So he raised his head slightly and stared at Wen Siyuan for a while, and he just asked, "Brother Yuan doesn't want me to like him?"

"Yes." Wen Siyuan answered quickly and frankly.

This made Wu Luming stunned for a moment.

There was a burning and dry feeling in his throat, he pursed his lips lightly, and then asked again: "Why?"

This time Wen Siyuan didn't answer right away.

He suddenly stood up straight, and after he stood up straight, he looked down at the unlined jacket that had just been torn open and the hem was casually draped over his trousers.

He raised his hand and carefully put the unlined clothes into his trousers.

After putting it away, he looked himself up and down again, and after a long while, he looked at Wu Luming again, but he still didn't say a word for a long time.

In the end, it was Wu Luming who spoke first: "Forget it, let me change the question..."

Wu Luming seemed to have stepped out of Wen Siyuan's abdominal muscle shock a little bit.

He looked at Wen Siyuan, and asked again: "I asked you the question before, Brother Yuan, what did you do when you came to my room on the night of the 4th?"

Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming, as if he was thinking seriously, and finally responded, "Turn off the light for you."

"Aside from turning off the lights? Is there anything else to do?"

There was another moment of silence, and the two stared at each other in silence for a long time, just when Wu Luming thought that he would get the same answer as the previous nights.

Wen Siyuan suddenly agreed: "Yes."

After agreeing lightly, he added earnestly: "I did."

After finishing the words, he stared at Wu Luming for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and moved closer to Wu Luming's face.

The breaths of the two were intertwined, the mellow aroma of red wine mixed with the fragrance of fruit juice, the aroma spread quietly, as if silently diverting Wu Luming's attention.

At this moment, Wu Luming suddenly felt the corner of his mouth wet.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Wen Siyuan who was close at hand.

Wen Siyuan lowered his eyes, and once again gently touched the wound at the corner of Wu Luming's mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"It's still like this to you." He confessed honestly.

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Xiao Wen: Eat buns, eat buns

I finally posted it before twelve o’clock. There are probably a lot of typos. I will fix it later. I wanted to catch up with the list yesterday and today’s chapter, but I came to aunt 155551 yesterday. I will send it to everyone first. Zhang's red envelope, thank you for your rewards and irrigation