Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu took another nap in Song Yuanxun's car.

The distance between Song Yuanxun's home and Fang Zhaomu's home is about three kilometers. When pairing with Mu and Andrew, the distance displayed by the software is very close.Song Yuanxun parked in the garage, and Fang Zhaomu woke up again, so he took Fang Zhaomu up to the second floor.

The guest rooms are cleaned all year round and come with toiletries.Song Yuanxun helped Fang Zhaomu put away his things, and he didn't stay long, so he went out first.

Fang Zhaomu tossed and tossed all day, didn't wake up just now, and lay down on the bed after washing.

Waking up the next morning, Fang Zhaomu felt dizzy, his limbs were sore, and his throat was sore, like a precursor to a cold.He was very thirsty and went downstairs without changing his pajamas.

Song Yuanxun's house is quite big, Fang Zhaomu walked to the restaurant based on his impression, and Song Yuanxun was already there.He was tinkering in the kitchen, probably cooking porridge.

"Song Yuanxun." Fang Zhaomu called out to him.

Song Yuanxun turned around and saw Fang Zhaomu, and asked him, "Wake up?"

"I might have a cold," Fang Zhaomu said, and yawned again, "Is there any water, I'm so thirsty."

Song Yuanxun put down the long spoon that was stirring the porridge in his hand, walked over and picked up the coat that was put aside, put it on Fang Zhaomu, turned up the floor heating two degrees, and went to pour water for Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu took the water, took a sip, and Song Yuanxun said, "Why did I catch a cold? I didn't go to a place that was too cold yesterday."

"It was infected by you." Fang Zhaomu said.

"I'm wearing a mask." Song Yuanxun tried to deny Fang Zhaomu's point of view.

Fang Zhaomu reminded him ruthlessly: "I didn't wear it when I kissed later."

Song Yuanxun looked at Fang Zhaomu and paused for a while, then said, "I'll go find medicine."

"No need," Fang Zhaomu held the cup in one hand, grabbed Song Yuanxun's sleeve with the other, and pulled him to the kitchen. Fang Zhaomu didn't have much strength, but he was able to pull Song Yuanxun, "What are you cooking? Why does it smell weird?" Strange, is it burnt?"

"Porridge." Song Yuanxun said.

Song Yuanxun's cooking skills are not very good, and he doesn't often fire at home, so he can only cook the simplest food.I woke up early this morning and wanted to make porridge for Fang Zhaomu, but the pot was overcooked, so I quickly poured it out and redid it.

Holding the water glass, Fang Zhaomu looked around the kitchen and asked Song Yuanxun, "Why don't you cook porridge with a rice cooker?"

Song Yuanxun glanced at Fang Zhaomu, and explained smoothly: "It's delicious."

"Oh," Fang Zhaomu nodded knowingly, and translated on his own, "You didn't know that your rice cooker can cook porridge."

Song Yuanxun wanted to refute at first, but after Fang Zhaomu finished speaking, he smiled at Song Yuanxun, revealing two shallow dimples, and Song Yuanxun stopped talking.

Song Yuanxun had seen Fang Zhaomu's nightgown before, and it was the one Fang Zhaomu wore in the video.Fang Zhaomu looked very gentle in gray. He was still wearing Song Yuanxun's coat, and he came to Song Yuanxun's side to watch the water boiling in the pot.

When Song Yuanxun didn't like Fang Zhaomu, he felt uncomfortable looking at Fang Zhaomu, because Fang Zhaomu would always affect him, and he couldn't do things normally.

When he knew that he liked Fang Zhaomu, Song Yuanxun figured it out. Fang Zhaomu was good in all kinds of ways. I want to take it off.

"Song Yuanxun," Fang Zhaomu waved his hand in front of Song Yuanxun, "Your porridge is going to burn."

When Song Yuanxun came back to his senses, Fang Zhaomu pushed him aside, put down the cup, lifted the lid of the pot, and stirred the porridge with a long spoon on the side.

He turned the induction cooker to a small setting, stirred it again, and suddenly turned to Song Yuanxun and said, "Your kitchen is quite big."

This was the first time that Fang Zhaomu mentioned to Song Yuanxun what he had said to Andrew when he came back from Seattle, so Song Yuanxun responded cautiously: "Just as long as you like it."

"Why did you tell me that your kitchen is big?" Fang Zhaomu asked Song Yuanxun, "What were you thinking at that time?"

The porridge was gurgling with tiny bubbles, rising from the bottom of the pot and breaking open on the water surface.

Song Yuanxun couldn't recall how he felt at that time, but if he had to investigate the reason, since he said this, he must want Fang Zhaomu to come to his house.

Fang Zhaomu continued: "Song Yuanxun, what do you like about me? How much do you like me?"

He raised his head slightly and stared at Song Yuanxun with all his attention.Fang Zhaomu was also like this when he was doing experiments and class, concentrating on nothing else.

But Song Yuanxun was a bad student, he couldn't even answer the questions, he only answered the second half, vaguely but clearly said to Fang Zhaomu: "I like you very much."

Song Yuanxun knew in his heart that Fang Zhaomu didn't necessarily feel too much when he heard that he liked it.But when he said it, he was a little embarrassed and shy.

After all, Song Yuanxun had never said such a thing to anyone, and he hadn't even thought about it before. This year, the other party Zhaomu said it a few times, but he didn't receive any good response.

"Then why did you hate me so much at first?" Fang Zhaomu asked Song Yuanxun again.

Fang Zhaomu looked serious, as if he was saying that he had to figure out everything from beginning to end today.

Song Yuanxun thought for a while, then asked Fang Zhaomu: "Shall I start from the beginning?"

Fang Zhaomu put down the long spoon, turned around and crossed his arms, nodded to Song Yuanxun: "Well, let's start from the beginning."

"The first thing I knew about you was because of Li Wei." Song Yuanxun said.

"Oh," Fang Zhaomu's eyes turned slightly cold, as if he understood something, "I see, I said I snatched his spot."

"I didn't grab it. I and his grade points are indeed the same. My professional score is higher, so I'm here. He didn't tell you, did he?"

Song Yuanxun's silence confirmed Fang Zhaomu's statement, and Fang Zhaomu said: "The matter of perfume...you know anyway. What else?"

"I thought you..." Song Yuanxun felt that the word was a bit difficult to say, so he didn't continue.

Fang Zhaomu said for him: "Think of my mother?"

The porridge was ready and no one wanted to eat it.Fang Zhaomu turned off the fire, turned back to look at Song Yuanxun, and asked him forcefully, "Is it?"

After about 2 minutes, Song Yuanxun admitted, "Yes."

"At first, install the engineer." Fang Zhaomu started for him.

Song Yuanxun said slowly, "Curiosity."

"Curious about what?" Fang Zhaomu paused, and said bluntly and without any embellishment, "Curious about how gays have sex?"

"No," Song Yuanxun denied embarrassingly, "I knew it was you from the beginning."

Fang Zhaomu fell silent, and after a while, Fang Zhaomu called him again: "Song Yuanxun."

"Do you really like me?" Fang Zhaomu said, "Or do you just want to sleep with me?"

Fang Zhaomu stretched out his hand to grab Song Yuanxun's arm, and raised his head to kiss Song Yuanxun.Song Yuanxun tried to hide twice, but finally met Fang Zhaomu, pressed him on the marble counter in the kitchen, and kissed him fiercely.Fang Zhaomu's pajamas fell apart, and Song Yuanxun finally touched Fang Zhaomu's body again.His body was soft, and there was warmth mixed with sensuality.

Song Yuanxun picked him up and let him sit on the table. Fang Zhaomu finally moved a little away from Song Yuanxun, panting with his mouth open, his lips were red and swollen from being sucked by Song Yuanxun, his eyes were out of focus, and his hands were on Song Yuanxun's On the shoulders, it slid down Song Yuanxun's chest and pressed against his bulge.

"I want to go to bed." Fang Zhaomu helped Song Yuanxun choose the answer.

Song Yuanxun grabbed Fang Zhaomu's wrist. He felt that he didn't use much strength, but Fang Zhaomu cried out for pain, and Song Yuanxun let go.

"I want to go to bed," Song Yuanxun didn't avoid Fang Zhaomu's eyes, "I like you, of course I want to go to bed with you."

"Yes, you like me today." Fang Zhaomu twitched his lips.

"Not only today," Song Yuanxun said, "every day."

"Where did you come from every day?" Fang Zhaomu said again, "You like me now and treat me well, but what if you don't like me tomorrow?

"When you don't like me anymore, do I have to go back to my previous life?

"Song Yuanxun, why do I like Andrew? Why do I use dating software?

"Because I'm so miserable at your school, because I don't talk to anyone every day, because no one likes me, because you don't like me, no one of you welcomes me.

"Did you think about this when you lied to me?

"Your likes are worth money, but my likes are worthless. What about the likes I gave to Andrew, who do I go to get back?"

Fang Zhaomu burst into tears, not loudly, but emotionally brought out the tears, which slid down his face and dripped on his own legs.

Song Yuanxun's heart doesn't seem to be beating anymore.

After Fang Zhaomu came into contact with him, he cried countless times.Cry when walking, cry when you turn on the light, cry behind the door, cry when kissing.

"Fang Zhaomu," Song Yuanxun pressed Fang Zhaomu's shoulder, looked straight into Fang Zhaomu's eyes, and forced Fang Zhaomu to look at him, "Fang Zhaomu."

Fang Zhaomu raised his head, his eyes were full of water, he looked so sad, Song Yuanxun felt that as long as he could stop him from crying, Song Yuanxun could do anything.

"Twilight," Song Yuanxun said, "If you want Andrew, take it from me. If there is something different, I will make it the same.

"What was wrong before, I will correct it bit by bit. You can scold me as much as you think it's not good.

"My likes are worthless, you can take them away and use them casually, but your likes are valuable, so don't ask me to go back."

Later, Fang Zhaomu was tired from crying, and Song Yuanxun carried him back to the room. Fang Zhaomu lay on Song Yuanxun's shoulder, exhaling and exhaling with a nasal sound.

Song Yuanxun put Fang Zhaomu on the bed and wanted to go downstairs to get him porridge, but Fang Zhaomu held him back.

"Turn off the light." Fang Zhaomu said.

Song Yuanxun closed it as he said, and Fang Zhaomu said again: "Lie down."

"Porridge—" Fang Zhaomu interrupted Song Yuanxun after he said a single word.

"Porridge, porridge, lie down."

Song Yuanxun thought for a while, and lay down on the bed in the guest room of his house in the dark. The soft body lay beside him for a long, long time before moving and leaning against him.

Fang Zhaomu's hand grabbed Song Yuanxun's, and gently inserted his fingers into Song Yuanxun's.

"Song Yuanxun," he said close to Song Yuanxun's ear, "everything has to be changed."