Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

A while ago, Fu Yuhan cut his hair short, and when Wen Yu hugged him, when he lowered his head, those little brush-like strands of hair seemed to be piercing his mouth.

It's too close, Wen Yu thought.

He could even smell the faint scent of shampoo in the other's hair.

The hair, and the ears, and even the cheeks, where he could kiss with a tilt of his head.

Want to kiss?

Wen Yu stood on the door frame and thought for maybe a minute.

Fu Yuhan was in a deep sleep, he was dragged for a certain distance and still didn't wake up, his breath sprayed on the side of his neck, a little itchy.This kind of interlaced breathing and the mutual body temperature conveyed by the distance always gave him the illusion of being together.

Not stealing a kiss seems to be wasting this stolen beauty.

but--

He lowered his eyes, his eyes flicked along the line of Fu Yuhan's elongated neck, and he sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose.

Forget it.

A little intimacy stolen is enough, he doesn't want to let himself be too indulgent.

Wen Ziming said, "Excessive play is harmful—"

Although Wen Ziming is an annoying person, Wen Yu occasionally feels that what he said makes a little sense.

He stepped over the line of the door frame, helped the man to the edge of the bed and put him on it.The school uniform was suppressed and a part was torn up. Wen Yu just put his legs on the bed when he turned around and saw a thin waist.

Wen Yu: "..."

I should have helped him take off his outer pants, otherwise the quilt would be stained...

Forget it, it's a big deal and I'll wash the quilt later.

Now if he is asked to take off his pants, Wen Yu is not sure if he will play a hooligan by the way.

After helping Fu Yuhan cover the quilt, Wen Yu returned to the living room and continued to play the unfinished game.

Although...he became more distracted.

Fu Yuhan originally intended to just squint for half an hour before getting up to watch, but he didn't expect that after turning over twice, he opened his eyes and saw Wen Yu's sleeping face.

……

Wait, Wen Yu?

He came back to his senses, his body bounced up involuntarily, his eyes quickly passed the edge of the bed, and he saw a linear light emerging from under the floor-to-ceiling curtain.

Its daybreak?

Fu Yuhan belatedly realized that he did not know when he was lying on the bed, this time Wen Yu was more lazy than last time, he didn't even help him take off his coat and pants.

But...it's also a good thing, after all, if you think about it carefully, it's a bit of a thing for the two of them to help undress.

He didn't expect that he would sleep like this all night, defenseless.

Since the last quarrel, he would send a message to He Yan or Uncle Qin when he stayed out for the night recently, no matter whether the other party replied or not, at least he had "reported" formally.

But today...

Fu Yuhan sniffed, grabbed the hair and lifted the quilt, ready to get out of bed to wash.

Wen Yu has trouble getting up, and today is Saturday, so it is impossible for him to open his eyes now.Fu Yuhan got out of bed, and when he passed by the living room, he found that the game console was still on, and it had fallen into a dormant state because it had not been operated for a long time; his mobile phone fell on the sofa, he went over and pressed it to check, but there was no new notification.

Magic.

Fu Yuhan shook his head.

It was 8:[-] in the morning, and the room was silent, and he went into the bathroom.The used towel and toothbrush were still there, and Wen Yu didn't seem to have any plans to throw them away for him.

He remembered that he seemed to say last night——

"If you have nowhere to go in the future, just come to me."

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, smiled lightly, and squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush.

Thinking about what happened last night, I feel embarrassed. I agreed to teach Wen Yu how to play games, but I fell asleep on my own halfway. As a result, Fu Yuhan was even ashamed to go home early.

After a night of sleep, a little stubble appeared on his chin, but it was inconvenient to mix things like razors. He glanced at Wen Yu's razor, sighed and left the bathroom.

The young master uses the manual, even if he is willing to borrow from Fu Yuhan, he may not know how to use it.

The problem now is that Fu Yuhan is a bit hungry.

Wanting to stay and have breakfast with the young master, not sure when the young master will wake up, Fu Yuhan sat on the sofa and thought about it for a while while facing the sleeping game console.

Twenty minutes later he suddenly stood up.

...why bother with this?

What's wrong with him making Wenyu sleep?

Fu Yuhan walked into the room, walked around to Wen Yu's sleeping side, and gently pushed, "Hello."

"Hey...wake up..."

He pushed for a while, and saw Wen Yu frowned, trying to turn over.Fu Yuhan pressed his shoulders and pulled him back: "Don't sleep."

"..."

It was only then that Wen Yu opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and spoke with a strong nasal voice: "Huh?"

"Get up for breakfast?"

"... sleepy." Wen Yu muttered vaguely, and moved his body back.

"What time did you sleep?"

"Two o'clock."

"It's been more than six hours, enough for you to sleep." Fu Yuhan glanced at the time, "What do you want to eat? I'll do it, you can still sleep a little longer, and I'll call you when it's done."

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes: "Anything is fine."

"Are there no picky eaters?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan nodded lightly, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Wen Yu turned over lightly, following the direction he left.

In fact, Wen Yu woke up once in the morning.

When a boy is somewhat embarrassed in the morning, he usually just stays quietly, but when he opened his eyes in the morning, Wen Yu saw the other's thin shoulder blades from the pitch-black field of vision, and felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

Now, Wen Yu looked at the bedroom door where the back of the other party could no longer be seen, sighed softly, took out the phone from under the pillow, and sent a message to Chen Feifei.

In fact, there are quite a lot of food that Wen Yu can eat here. The cooking aunt comes every day and leaves a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator.He found some frozen steamed buns from the refrigerator, stewed porridge, and found some soybeans——

I should have seen the soybean milk machine yesterday... Fu Yuhan raised his head and opened the upper cabinet.

It was at this time that Wen Yu came to the kitchen door. He put on a simple house coat and a pair of baggy trousers, leaning against the kitchen door.

"Why didn't you make a sound?" Fu Yuhan turned around and was startled by him, "Why are you wearing such thick clothes for the winter?"

"You can wear it if you want." Wen Yu didn't say much, watching Fu Yuhan make something to eat from a distance, and didn't come close.

"By the way, I will go back later." Fu Yuhan said, "After dinner."

"Go back for what?"

Fu Yuhan nodded his chin: "Shave, brother."

"I have a new one here." Wen Yu turned around and wanted to leave, "I'll get it for you."

"Wait, don't take it," he yelled, "I can't use a manual one!"

"teach you."

Wen Yu is a bit of a "talker", usually rational, and may discuss with Fu Yuhan about anything, when he is half asleep and half awake, he is the absolute commander.

Before the soy milk was finished, he had already come over with a razor.

"Come here," Wen Yu waved at him, "I remember that soya-bean milk maker doesn't need to be watched."

"You still know this?"

"Although I don't go into the kitchen, at least I saw my aunt use it." After Wen Yu finished speaking, he turned around and led Fu Yuhan to the toilet.

"This thing looks sharp, I've never used it before." Fu Yuhan was still worried when he walked into the toilet, "Will it really not scratch..."

"Then don't move, I'll shave for you." Wen Yu said.

The bathroom was small, and Wen Yu stood beside him, carefully shaving the stubble on his face.Fu Yuhan suddenly realized that Wen Yu was still slightly taller than him.

There is a vague sense of oppression, which is unclear——

Fu Yuhan couldn't help swallowing when the sharp blade slid across his jaw.

Wen Yu's eyes fell, and he stared at his Adam's apple for a second, then quickly passed by, and said softly, "Don't be nervous."

"I can't see..."

"You can look in the mirror." Wen Yu licked his lower lip, "Or look at me."

"..."

This kind of place is so close that you can even feel the other person's breath, saying this kind of thing can be said to be ambiguous.

Fu Yuhan resisted not answering.

He doesn't have a lot of beard, and the matter of shaving for a few minutes made him experience the tension of going to the guillotine.

After finally being able to wash off the ointment, Fu Yuhan almost ran away and flushed it out of the toilet: "The soy milk should be cooked, I'll go and see—"

Wen Yu shook the razor and washed it clean.

He looked down, wiped it dry, and put it next to Fu Yuhan's used toothbrush.

One more.

in his space.

He suspected that he was poisoned, and the time spent with Fu Yuhan changed from purely "fun" to torture that made people love and hate.

The two of them played another daytime game, and Wen Yu didn't relax until after sending people away.In the evening, he took off his home clothes, changed into a shirt and a pair of slacks for himself, grabbed his hair twice, and walked out the door unsteadily.

He made an appointment with Chen Feifan to go to his place——

Not that clear.

But that trouble.

The serious sensual place opened at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Yu took a taxi familiarly, and it happened to be just after nine o'clock when he got there.He went in through the gate alone and went to the bar to ask for a drink.

The guy on duty at the bar knew him, and smiled when he saw him: "Yo, it's Xiao Qi, why did you come to the front?"

"I have an appointment with my boss," Wen Yu glanced at him, "have a glass of whiskey."

"Our place is a formal place, and we don't sell it to minors." The little brother raised his chin, "You have to drink it at the back, Mr. Chen's liquor store is at the back, you can drink it as you like."

"I'm an adult, okay?" Wen Yu took out his ID card speechlessly, "I knew you would say that, I brought them all, here."

Wen Yu's birthday just before the summer vacation.

"No wonder, I said why you came to the front." The little brother glanced at it and smiled, "Then I'll pour it for you——what are you doing here today?"

"I said I came to find someone from 419, do you believe me?" Wen Yu glanced at him.

"Do not believe."

Wen Yu thought to himself, I don't believe it either.

But he suspected that he might be dissatisfied with his desire recently, so he came to Chen Feifei——

About?

That's not it.

But he felt that he might need the boss to help him introduce a serious partner, because among the few of them, only the boss had a stable boyfriend.

Perhaps seniors are more experienced, maybe... right?

The whiskey was pushed in front of him, Wen Yu picked it up, raised his head and drank it down.