I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Outside the window, downstairs, a few teenagers were laughing and playing basketball, drifting away.

Twilight fell.

Alex's voice has never been so hoarse, he moved his fingers slightly, "Where..."

did not speak.

The evening wind blows through the window.

The room was dark, Alex raised his hand slightly, and gently stroked Song Ziyan's lower back.

……

God, Alex's hands are so big, he can even hold his waist with one hand.

He can also feel the power of vitality contained within.

……

Song Ziyan turned his head back, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the lines on the sofa, "It's so light."

Alex paused.

rustling.

Song Ziyan propped up his elbows, the breeze was blowing, and his brown-red hair was slightly messed up.

He turned his head, "Give me your hand."

Alex put his hand on his waist, stretched it out, and his index finger was held.

Song Ziyan opened his teeth and bit the finger.

He raised his head, with a seductive blush on the side of his face, as if he was about to faint to the end of his eyes.

"This strength, do you understand?"

Alex tightened his hands and nodded.

Song Ziyan asked, "Did it hurt you?"

"не. (No)" "That's good."

Song Ziyan lay down on the sofa again, his voice was as soft as the wind, "Leave fingerprints, don't take your hands away, and then take pictures."

".fingerprint?"

"Correct."

Alex looked at Song Ziyan's back.

Song Ziyan's skin was very fair and tender, like new shoots just sprouting in spring.

He touched the place where his index finger was bitten, and his Adam's apple moved, "It will hurt."

"It's okay," Song Ziyan murmured, "I like savagery."--Alex held the sink with both hands, looked at the faucet that was emitting water, his chin dripped onto his clothes, and got wet.

After a long time, he wiped his face, turned off the tap, opened the door and went out to the room where Song Ziyan slept.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

It was completely dark, the bedroom was not turned on, and Song Ziyan was still on the sofa, holding his legs with his hands, just like when he left.

He touched the wall, trying to turn on the light.

"Don't turn on the light yet," Song Ziyan said when he heard the voice, "That's it."

".Okay." Alex stood there for a while, walking there, his heart beating a little harder with every step he took.

He sat on the single sofa, and found that the gauze curtain was drawn, but the inside of the house was not much bright. There was a large lawn and green belt downstairs, and a mountain villa area was diagonally opposite.

When the phone rang, Alex picked it up and saw that it was 07:30, and it was an alarm clock live broadcast reminder.

He got up, spoke to Song Ziyan, went out to make a phone call, and hung up the leave note in the live broadcast room.

When he returned to the bedroom, a dim yellow floor lamp was lit beside the sofa.

Song Ziyan hadn't pulled the zipper on his back, the size was wrong, it was wide open, and there were a few red fingerprints on the snow-white skin on his waist.

Alex's heart twitched violently. He walked over and heard Song Ziyan say thank you.

"what."

"I heard you asked for leave tonight and won't live broadcast." Song Ziyan said looking at the water glass on the coffee table.

"Ah." Alex smiled, suddenly not knowing what to say.

There was a moment of silence.

Song Ziyan handed him the phone, "Go ahead..."

Alex blinked his eyes, took a deep breath, took the phone, "Okay."

The author has something to say: Alex, brother, take care [狗头] PS: I didn’t expect that the family members who have been chasing after me before are still there, and I am moved to tears!