what are you doing

Fang Zeyu stretched out his face, was hissed by Bing, and raised his hand to hold Ding An's.

Ding An was taken aback for a moment, and one of his subordinates inadvertently increased his strength.

Fang Zeyu frowned slightly, held his hand, and led him to gently pull the towel out.

The palm of my hand was a little numb from the ice, and I didn't feel panicked while holding the uneven ice ribs, as if I had lost consciousness.

The back of the hand was as hot as fire.

Does he have that Nine Yang physique?Ding An thought.

"It looks good." Fang Zeyu said.

"Huh?" Ding An was taken aback, not understanding what he said.

Fang Zeyu's face was so painful that he reached out to remove the ice cube, grabbed his hand and pressed it against his hot face, rubbing it lightly.

The ice-cold palm was soft and terribly comfortable.

"You look good." Fang Zeyu said.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Ding An was completely stunned. If someone else said this sentence to him, he would definitely reply "It must be". However, now, he feels that his mind is full of mud. I don't know what to think, and I don't know what to say.

"Oh, oh," Ding An stammered, "You're pretty, too, pretty."

"Then do you like it?" Fang Zeyu asked.

"Huh? Ah, very, very like it."

His face is so hot!

Ding An shouted for help in his heart, feeling like he was on the Syrian battlefield.

My heart is beating like thunder.

"Brother An." Fang Zeyu called him softly.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that the blood all over his body was going to one place.

So hot.

"En." Ding An responded.

Fang Zeyu exhaled, resisting the heat in his body, raised his hand to turn off the electric blanket, closed his eyes, "Go to sleep."

"Huh? Oh," Ding An said, "OK."

Ding An was still dizzy when he was lying on the bed.

It seems that I haven't washed my face.

The feet were not washed either.

I always feel like I forgot something important.

Fang Zeyu put his arms around him, trying to cool himself down with Ding An's cool body.

Ding An felt like he was surrounded by a big furnace, stuffy and damp.

Tsk, forget it, never mind.

Ding An found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

The hand by his side suddenly touched something hot. Fang Zeyu brought the warm baby in?

He stretched out his hand and squeezed it, and the thing flinched.

Fang Zeyu snorted.

Fuck me ah ah ah ah!Ding An withdrew his hand violently, and backed away in horror.

He finally remembered what that important thing was.

Fang Zeyu is not wearing pants! ! !

Fuck!

"You're absolutely plotting against me."

Fang Zeyu's voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were dark and bright in the dark, with emotions that people couldn't see clearly.

His tone was extremely firm.

Ding An wanted to ask, "Are you mentally ill?" But regarding what he just did, I really couldn't ask, and I hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's completely unclear now.

Just beat this person to death, staying in this world will only insult his innocence for nothing.

He took a deep breath as if giving up on himself, and swallowed the mountains and rivers, "Come on! Let's fight!"

"...Huh?" Fang Zeyu was taken aback for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"Come on!" Ding An shouted.

Fang Zeyu squinted his eyes, the evil fire in his body could not be suppressed anymore.

He turned over abruptly and sat astride Ding An's body, with both hands tightly suppressing Ding An's wrists, his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Dangerous aura rushed towards his face, Ding An was stunned, what's going on?

Before he had time to think, his lower abdomen was suddenly pushed hard by something.

It was astonishingly hot, as if it had been burned.

"Old yu, old yu, calm down!" Ding An came to his senses completely, and began to struggle violently, calling Fang Zeyu incoherently, "I'm talking about a fight, not a cannon!" fuck me!"

I'm going to lose my life at the end of the festival!

Ding An wanted to cry, who is going to save him, pull this rabid mad dog out and kill him!

"Don't worry," Fang Zeyu's eyes were red, and he suppressed him firmly, "You are still young, we can't make it to the end, it will hurt you."

Ding An didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while, thank you so much to your family.

"Brother, can you go down first?" Ding An tried hard to control himself to calm down, the most urgent thing is to calm down Fang Zeyu first.

"Don't call me brother," Fang Zeyu's eyes deepened, and his gaze swept across Ding An's face unabashedly. He lowered his voice, "The more you call, the tougher I am."

"Old Yu," Ding An quickly changed his words, "Can you get off me first, I beg you."

"I don't," Fang Zeyu narrowed his eyes, and there was a bit of grievance in his voice. He had tried very hard to restrain himself, but Ding An always seduced him, "Brother An, I'm not feeling well."

Ding An was stuck, and his tone sounded like a child who had been wronged and went home to ask his mother for comfort.

He cleared his throat, put his hand on Fang Zeyu's head and gently touched it, "Good boy, just bear with it, can you go down first?"

"I won't go down," Fang Zeyu was about to cry, and rubbed his head in Ding An's neck, "Please, help me."

Ding An stopped talking, the moonlight penetrated into the room through the gap in the curtains, cast a deep shadow on the bed, the Adam's apple rolled, and the shadow swayed slightly.

Fang Zeyu pulled up his right hand, but Ding An didn't move, just looking at him like that.

Fang Zeyu simply lifted his right hand and pulled it over...then lightly kissed his sweaty palm.

The palms were hot, the lips were also hot, the two hot skins touched each other, and the flames spread to the whole body in an instant, making Ding An unbearably hot.

"How can I help you?" Ding An swallowed, he heard his heart beating, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Fuck, it's over.

Fang Zeyu took his hand and stretched it down. Ding An felt that his fingers touched the hotter and harder object again. He shrank back from the heat, but his wrist was clenched even tighter.

"Touch it." Fang Zeyu said softly.

The scorching breath hit his ears, and Ding An got goosebumps all over his body.

He felt that he was possessed by a demon, and he heard the whispers of the demon in his ears. He followed the demon's instructions and made corresponding actions step by step.

Touch it, hold it, move it up and down, lightly...

Fang Zeyu gritted his teeth, and occasionally let out suppressed gasps from his nasal cavity.

With pleasure is satiation.

After an unknown amount of time, Ding An felt that his hands were almost numb, and Fang Zeyu finally released them in his palms with a muffled grunt.

His wrist was terribly sore, he took out his hand and rubbed it, and before he had time to wipe it with paper, he felt his palm was wiped.

Fang Zeyu reached into his pants with his hand that was stained with his own things, and held his hand.