Fanservice Paradox

Before that, Pei Tingsong was still arrogant and violent, and he did n’t know what happened. Now, coquettishness is smoother than anyone else. It ’s like a big dog.

Fang Juexia couldn't help but refuse him, and he could only be taken to the bathroom by coaxing him.

Pei Tingsong said that a small bench was really supported, so he placed it next to the bathtub, and gave him a thick cushion on top of the bench.

What happened. Fang Juexia put him hot water into the bathtub without a word, and saw a box of bath **** on the shelf, so he took one out of it and threw it into the water. The little sphere melted, and milky white bubbles quickly appeared in the bathtub, mixed with a little light blue, the fragrance came out, it was soft vanilla nutmeg and very light sea salt smell.

"So many bubbles?" Pei Tingsong deliberately teased him, "You wouldn't be afraid of seeing anything, so simply fill up the bubbles, seeing it as clean."

Fang Juexia didn't think about it when he threw it in, but only felt comfortable with it. Unexpectedly, it would be misunderstood by Pei Tingsong, so naturally I have to explain, "No, I didn't think so much."

"Yes, you're almost done."

Pei Tingsong continued to say that Fang Juexia covered her mouth, "You still don't wash."

"Well," Pei Tingsong nodded and kissed the palm of his own hand again. Fang Jue Xia Song gave his hand and glared at him, "Then hurry up."

"understood."

Casting plaster is not convenient. He was wearing a particularly loose sweater before he was discharged from the hospital. The cuffs were particularly wide. He hung his left hand and rolled up the cuffs. It was very hard when it was worn, and now it is also difficult to take off your clothes. Fang Juexia stood behind him, untied the sling for him, and then took off his sweater carefully. Originally Fang Juexia felt embarrassed, but now he was hanging in one heart, afraid of touching his hand, and he would not be embarrassed.

"It's too difficult." Finally, he took off his shirt, and Pei Tingsong took a long sigh of relief. He wanted to lean on Fang Juexia when he was crooked. "I'm too difficult."

Fang Juexia fought against him, "Don't mess up."

"There are pants." Pei Tingsong grabbed his hand and put it on his waist. "I can't take a bath in jeans."

He said so too. Fang Juexia didn't make any difference. His fingers rested on the metal buttons and felt hot. The temperature in the bathroom was very high, hot and humid, and breathless.

It was still spring, but he seemed to fall into the hot and humid summer.

He skimmed his head, and saw the foam on the edge of the bathtub, whether it fell or not, one by one small bubbles bursting and bursting, and the teeth of the metal zipper that were tightly engaged were also loosened one by one, and opened in the sound of slow pulling.

The light in the bathroom shone on Fang Juexia, covered with a clean halo. His long hair was pulled behind his ears, and the exposed ears were red, and the neck under the shirt was red.

How can it be so easy to blush, how can I get it later.

Pei Tingsong slightly raised the corner of his mouth, tilting his head to look at Fang Juexia ’s past face, "Brother, look up at me."

Fang Jue Xia sighed, looking up at him straight up, with a sense of awe and sorrow.

Pei Tingsong finally couldn't help laughing, bumping his forehead against him, "I want to eat ice cream."

"Now?" Fang Juexia's eyebrows were puzzled.

"Yeah." Pei Tingsong held his arm with his right hand and turned him over, "Help me get it."

"Is there ice cream in the dormitory?"

"I just bought it back." Pei Tingsong said, "Go quickly."

Inexplicably instructed by him, Fang Jue Xia opened the refrigerator, took out a jar of vanilla-flavored Haagen-Dazs from the inside, and drew another spoon, and a burst of steam rushed over the body when the bathroom was opened. Fang Juexia counter-locked the bathroom door. When he walked by, Pei Tingsong was already lying in the bathtub by himself. The injured hand rested on the edge of the bathtub against the wall. He tilted his head and heard movements, and then looked at him lazily.

As soon as he saw Fang Juexia, he laughed, and he looked particularly good.

"I just picked a taste." Fang Juexia walked over and sat on the small bench arranged by Pei Tingsong. "Why did you buy so much."

"Don't you like it?"

Fang Jue Xia Zheng gave a little effort, opened his ice cream lid, and he was a little stunned when he heard this sentence, and his face was cold.

"How do you know?" The ice cream was frozen very hard. Fang Juexia held the spoon and tried to dig it. She didn't move at all. "I don't seem to have said that."

"When I was doing pre in the afternoon, the girls in the back of the ladder classroom were discussing you, and I would say you as soon as I took a break." Pei Tingsong feared that his hands would be cold. He took the ice cream jar from his hands, placed it in the bathtub storage area, and held it Staying at his fingertips, "They talked about your hobbies from your constellation, and also picked your school grass stickers when you were in college, saying that you love ice cream in summer, so a girl bought you a box to chase you Sweet cone, but you later divided the class. "

As he talked, Pei Tingsong was not happy, "Well, a box of cones wants to hook you off and dream. You can also come up with such a stupid chase trick."

Fang Juexia was amused by him, "Then you buy so much Haagen-Dazs, is it better than her?"

Pei Tingsong came together, "Hagendass is not great, I am great."

"Where did you come from?" Fang Juexia smiled helplessly and spoiled.

"Don't you say you like confident people?" Pei Tingsong took for granted, "I am forced to be confident."

Fang Juexia couldn't hold back, and put the spoon in his hand, "wait for the ice cream to melt before eating."

Pei Tingsong took the spoon and smiled in his eyes, "I know, that's how I did it."

I don't know if it is a subtle influence. Fang Juexia, who has always been thinking directly, can now instantly understand Pei Tingsong's pun.

Eat again and again.

Fang Juexia didn't know what he would melt into. When he met Pei Tingsong, he became ignorant of himself. This is terrible, and it is not in line with the logic of his adjustable behavior.

But the unknown is so fascinating.

Fear and attraction to the unknown is probably a bug that was naturally added when humans were created.

"What's going on?"

Fang Juexia recovered, and saw Pei Tingsong holding the back of his hand, frowning, "How come it's greened several times."

The bony joints on the back of the hand are a little bluish, not very obvious. Fang Juexia explained, "I jumped when you fell, too many people, very chaotic, so I was stepped on a few times."

Pei Tingsong was terribly distressed and kissed gently on those small bruises, especially lightly.

"Protect yourself first when there are many people." He looked up and looked at Fang Juexia.

How many times he will jump. But he said the truth, Pei Tingsong will not give up, in order to coax him first, Fang Juexia can only nod, "Got it. I will wash your hair."

He moved the bench to the side near Pei Tingsong's head, and the warm water was carefully poured onto it, "Is it hot?"

"Not hot."

Squeezing some shampoo in the palm of his hand, rubbing it with both hands, Fang Jue Xia Cai put his hand on Pei Tingsong's head and rubbed it gently. Looking at his silver-white hair, Fang Juexia smiled, "You are doing pre today with this, didn't the teacher say you?"

"I wore a hat." Pei Tingsong said again, "The teacher said me, I said that I spoke very well. There are also many girls who secretly photographed me, and I saw them all."

"Because you are handsome." Fang Juexia's tone was calm and direct, as if to state a proposition, "This hair color is also very beautiful, like my favorite anime character before."

Pei Tingsong looked up at him with his head back, "Is that good-looking or is he good-looking?"

"Um ..." Fang Juexia looked up, as if thinking very seriously. Pei Tingsong was dissatisfied and felt that he should blurt out of himself, so he flicked some water backwards with his hand and got Fang Juexia on his body. Fang Juexia escaped with a smile, "You, you look good."

Perfunctory.

Suddenly Pei Tingsong narrowed one eye, "Ah, it got in my eyes, it hurts."

"Self-feeding." Fang Juexia pulled his clean face towel and pulled away the hand that Pei Tingsong wanted to rub his eyes. "I'll wipe it for you, don't move."

He leaned forward with his upper body and moved closer, his fingers gently pressed his upper eyelid, and the index finger of his other hand wrapped a towel and tapped a few times, "Are you better?"

Suddenly, he held his back neck with one hand, and Pei Tingsong raised his head and kissed his forehead, then let go, "Okay."

Fang Juexia straightened up and didn't know why he covered his forehead. "You lied to me again?"

"No." Pei Tingsong looked up at him and smiled. "I just got my eyes."

Always so passive. Fang Juexia complained a little in his heart, and then warned him, "You are not allowed to move, I will flush you."

"Can you still count it? How many do I owe you now, math genius."

He was talking about the number of kisses. Fang Juexia certainly knew, but he could not hear, but the small clock in his heart became a small account book, and he jumped out a number of times.

"Who says I want to count."

The hot water ran between the fingertips and the hair, and the foam could not stay, sliding down the wrist. Fang Juexia's eyes couldn't help but look away, Pei Tingsong closed his eyes, the two lashes were very long and dense, and the sharp and youthful face lines were rare, extending down, his full muscle lines, Submerged in foam.

"Flush." ​​Fang Juexia wiped his face with a towel. "I'm out. Don't soak for too long."

"No." Pei Tingsong sat up all at once, and when Fang Juexia flicked up his wet hair, "Don't go." He said that he picked up the box of ice cream, "This can be eaten. You can sit here Eat ice cream and stay with me for a while. "

Fang Jue Xia Han couldn't but him, "They will come back later."

"Not so fast," Pei Tingsong held the ice cream box. "Besides what they fear when they come back, we don't do anything." The steam in the bathroom steamed, and the spoon extended into the soft ice cream. He dug a little, eaten it himself, and dug a bigger spoon, and handed it to Fang Juexia's mouth.

They really did nothing.

Just help Pei Tingsong take a bath, listen to him, and stay to eat ice cream.

Fang Juexia is not used to being fed, especially the smallest one in the team. This feeling of being taken care of is slightly subtle. The ice cream had reached his mouth, and he had to open his lips to eat this bite. The milky white ice cream touched his lips and stuck to it softly.

When Pei Tingsong raised his eyes and looked at the past, his heart was hot and put the ice cream aside, "You have eaten your mouth."

Fang Juexia subconsciously reached out and touched, "Where."

"Here." Pei Tingsong didn't point his finger at the location, but moved forward at the moment the voice fell, licking the melted cream from his lips.

Suddenly, Fang Juexia watched him leave, watched him pull his wet hair back, and smiled at him.

"too sweet."

The body burned in an instant, and the blood boiled under the dazzling light in the bathroom. The scene just played back repeatedly in Fang Juexia's brain, and his heartbeat was almost fast.

He couldn't stand Pei Tingsong's sudden offensive, and he slammed into his heart every time. He didn't even reserve time for first aid.

"You eat it yourself." Fang Juexia was ready to get up, but Pei Tingsong pulled his wrist, "I want to run? I haven't done anything yet."

It seemed ashamed to run, it seemed that he couldn't resist the flirting. Fang Juexia thought of this, the stubbornness in his bones was a little bit out, so he looked at Pei Tingsong, and he was full of energy, "So what do you want to do?"

"I want to do more things, I have to come one by one." Pei Tingsong rubbed his wrists, and the raised bones were covered with a thin layer of skin. Rubbing the thumb up is a very special touch. It has a thin, juvenile and **** look.

"You also know that I am in love for the first time. I am a novice in every aspect. I have to start from the beginning and practice slowly." Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows and approached him in the clatter of water The injured hand rested on the edge of the bathtub, his body was covered with water drops, shining in the warm light of the bathroom, "Aren't you good at practice? Or should we practice kissing?"

Practice kissing?

Fang Juexia's whole body is not good, and his brain exploded with a buzz. He didn't know how Pei Tingsong had said these words so naturally. He is so different from himself, a behavioral logic that cannot be explained at all.

The opponent also chased after the victory, "If you don't speak, I'll just agree."

"Pei Tingsong." Fang Juexia couldn't say anything serious and could only call him his full name.

"Here." Pei Tingsong smiled and continued his proposal just now. It was justified and unfolded naturally. "Look, you are three years older than me. You are a brother. You know more than me. You teach me how to kiss. ? "

"Me?" Fang Juexia's throat choked, and he had no previous experience. Can such things be divided according to age.

"... I haven't kissed before, I won't." Fang Juexia pursed her lips.

"Yes, you are also a novice. What should I do?" Pei Tingsong sighed deliberately, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, "Hey, otherwise, let's play. One person at a time, whoever is better. Whoever is better." Who teaches. "

Fang Juexia's ears were red, "How does this compare?"

Kissing games, it sounds ridiculous.

Pei Tingsong was particularly serious, and the whole person was full of enthusiasm. "Since there is no third person, we can only refer to each other. In this way, we each take the initiative once, you come first." After he finished, he gathered in front of Fang Juexia. What are you waiting for.

"I can't compare," Fang Juexia still kept the last sober, "It won't help to win."

"Who said." Pei Tingsong tempted him, "I won't listen to you if I win. Okay, brother."

This is obviously not a worthwhile bargaining chip, no matter what it is. Fang Juexia, a person who only relies on rational judgment and decision-making in all things, stuns his head when he meets Pei Tingsong, and the logic has long been thrown out of Jiu Xiaoyun. Especially when he heard his brother's last sentence, he simply pinched his life.

"... just a round." Fang Juexia responded with a lowered eye.

"Yes, it's a round." Pei Tingsong smiled contentedly. "A round will determine the outcome. You first."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Fang Juexia felt that his breathing was no longer smooth, but he was obviously several years older than Pei Tingsong, and he shouldn't be so handcuffed at all. Thinking of this, he reached out and covered Pei Tingsong's eyes, brave enough to gather up and stick his lips.

He knew it was nothing, and he didn't rank high in the kiss level. So he tried his best to search for related pictures in his brain, but his knowledge in this area was too barren, so even if he had done his best, he only tasted it. A light bite is already the limit.

This bite is the limit of Fang Juexia, but in Pei Tingsong's perception it is a complete temptation, a simple and awkward temptation.

"That's it, I'm over." Fang Juexia left his face with a hot cheek, and withdrew his hand.

"Okay." Pei Tingsong moved his neck, "No. 2 player Pei Tingsong is ready."

Fang Juexia is far away, full of guarding like small animals hearing the hunter's footsteps. Pei Tingsong wanted to laugh, "Hey, for the sake of the No. 2 player's injury match, can you get closer, it's convenient."

Hearing this, Fang Juexia just moved closer, "I forgot."

"It's okay." As soon as the words fell, Pei Tingsong extended his right hand to support his back neck, and the whole person leaned forward and kissed with the moisture around the body and the offensive posture respecting the opponent. The carefully set trap became slippery and tender at this moment. Spying deep, reaching a depth never before, sweeping away all the predatory oxygen, leaving no chance to resist, not giving him.

I do not know whether it was a coincidence or some kind of punishment from God for back virtue. A voice was worn outside, it was the sound of the dormitory door closing. Hearing became sensitive and abnormal at this moment. Fang Juexia heard particularly clearly across the bathroom door. He heard the sound of Lu Yuan putting the key on the entrance cabinet at the door. He changed his shoes and walked in.

No way. He tried to push Pei Tingsong apart and interrupt this absurd and unfair game.

But it was no use at all, he was just a prey that jumped into the trap.

"Is there no one?"

Across the door and the wall, Lu Yuan's voice became clearer and clearer, "Are you in the room, Xiao Pei?"

The perpetrators were hiding in the bathroom at this time and had no time to respond.

The sound outside the door was replaced by an unsure self-talk, "Would you like to wear headphones again ... It's strange where my cell phone charger went ..."

Fang Juexia's hand rested weakly on his chest, which was originally intended to be pushed away. The soft hook stirred, the whirlpool pulled him down, dragged down, the deeper it struggled.

The remaining creamy aroma exchanged each other's heartbeats in the damp.

Pei Tingsong's hand gently rubbed the soft tendon of his back neck. I don't know why, as if it was the only muscle that he relied on to stand, so when he rubbed it, Fang Juexia's whole body softened.

The ice cream melted on his lips, he melted in the arms of Pei Tingsong.

Sensitive nerves slacken in the intertwined, paralyzed, it is about to reach a critical point of some kind of soul loss. Suddenly, Lu Yuan's voice approached again, this time the most recent, almost outside the door.

"So hot."

The bathroom door lock was twisted, and Fang Juexia woke up suddenly, fearing that his guilty conscience would keep him struggling, desperately trying to push Pei Tingsong's shoulder away, but it did n’t work. .

"No, is there anyone in it?"

"Little Pei?"

The sound is amplified by humidity, amplified by the atmosphere, lingering in the ear, and the tactile everything causes a double attack. The attack is getting stronger and stronger, Fang Juexia feels like a character in the game, the blood bar retreats a little bit, shortens, and shortens again, before the moment before clearing.

He was rescued.

Pei Tingsong let go, his hand on his neck fell to his back, and said casually to the outside, "Far Brother, I am inside, taking a bath."

"I said why I couldn't find you everywhere." Lu Yuan said outside, "Is it convenient for you?"

"It's okay, rest assured."

"That line, call me something. I'm going to play game."

After the last sentence, Lu Yuan's footsteps also moved away. There was only one door, which was too thrilling. Fang Juexia's hand slid down, holding the wet edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath, his brain dizzy, and the oxygen in the bathroom was thin. This kind of palpitations always faded.

Pei Tingsong embraced him, smiled at Fang Juexia, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb.

"Did I win? Brother."

In his eyes was the unextinguished war, burning in the wet rainy season.

Fang Juexia tried to calm his breath, his forehead was hot and humid, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or steam. He directly skipped the topic of winning or losing, because this was originally an unfair game.

"Scared?" Pei Tingsong lowered his head, pulling away the hair sticking to his side.

"It was almost discovered." Fang Juexia sighed and whispered.

"That's how it stimulates." Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow. "Don't you feel like cheating?"

"I don't think so." He replied, trying to get out of this embarrassing description, pretending to accuse Ge Ge and asking him, "Are you really in love for the first time?"

Pei Tingsong likes to see him questioning himself like this, with a little willful temper, which is usually not found in Fang Juexia, and no one can see it.

"Why do you ask? Don't you believe me?"

Fang Juexia looked up at him, "Because you don't look like a novice at all." He deliberately reached out and grabbed his neck, "Say, where did you learn?"

"Do you still have to learn?" Pei Tingsong raised his mouth and hugged Fang Juexia's waist, bringing him closer.

"I saw you graduated."