The one who shoots is the attack, the one who touches is the one who touches

Fang Yishun packed his things, took the homework assigned by the teacher on the weekend, and was about to leave the classroom.

Song Zikai stopped him, with a frightening light in his eyes.

"There is no one in my house this week, do you want to come to my house to play?"

Fang Yishun gave him a strange look, picked up his schoolbag, "I can go back to my home."

Song Zikai grabbed his hand and said forcefully, "No! You must go home with me!"

Everyone in the class was gone, so no one saw this scene.

Otherwise, Song Zikai will have to go to class for the daily newspaper again.

Fang Yishun retracted his hand, but found that he couldn't retract.Seeing Song Zikai's tough attitude, he could only say, "Then I'll call my mother and tell her I'll be back later."

Song Zikai patted him on the back in satisfaction, then picked up his schoolbag, "Let's go, let's take the bus."

Then he added, "You will stay at my house these two days, and I will entertain you."

Fang Yishun was a little scared, "Why did you suddenly let me go to your house to play?" Then he took a step back, "You don't want to kill me because I touched your butt, do you?"

Song Zikai suppressed the desire/desire to hit someone in his heart, and squeezed out a smile, "No, I really sincerely invite you to my house to play."

He glanced at him, then asked him, "So can I touch your ass? When I'm at your house."

"Fuck off! Fuck love to come or not!" Song Zikai found that Fang Yishun could always make himself blow up with a single sentence.

Seeing him like this, Fang Yishun finally felt relieved, took two quick steps to keep up with him, and then tugged at him, "Let's go."

……

Sure enough, as Song Zikai expected, there was no one at home.

He opened the door to let Fang Yishun in, and then locked the door, as if a tragedy would happen soon after closing the room.

Fang Yishun didn't notice it, he took off his shoes nervously, put them in the shoe cabinet, and stepped on the floor with his bare feet.

Song Zikai threw a pair of slippers for him, put on his own shoes and walked into the house.

"You can wander around by yourself, or come to my room later, and I'll take a shower."

Fang Yishun followed his steps and entered his room.

Song Zikai's room was different from what he had imagined.

The clothes that had just been changed were randomly thrown on the ground, but the ground was very clean, so it must have been tidied up.

There were two pillows on the bed, Fang Yishun remembered that Song Zikai had an older brother, and unconsciously wanted to ask him, why are you still sleeping with your older brother when you are so old.

But he didn't ask, thinking it might be his private matter, it's better not to ask too much.

After standing for a while, he found it a little boring, so he knelt down and picked up Song Zikai's clothes one by one, then sat on the bed, folded them one by one, and put them aside.

Then he opened his schoolbag and took out his Chinese homework. He just wrote a question and remembered that he hadn't called yet, so he yelled at the bathroom, "I haven't called yet! Where is your phone!"

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped just when he asked, and after a while, Song Zikai came out wearing a bathrobe.

Song Zikai's hair was still dripping with water, and he was wiping it with a towel.

Fang Yishun watched the water droplets on his head slide down his cheeks, then onto his neck, slide down his beautiful collarbone, and slip into his bathrobe.

Song Zikai's bathrobe was loose, revealing a large area of ​​spring/light, and the two spots on his chest were also faintly visible.

Fang Yishun suddenly felt that he wanted to touch his chest, and then moved his hand down along the chest until he touched the ass that made him want to move the most.

Song Zikai rubbed the towel vigorously a few times, then threw the towel on the ground and walked past him.

Fang Yishun couldn't help but take two more sips from the pleasant smell of shower gel on his body.

The author has something to say: this chapter is not the end chapter QAQ

The final chapter is still under review QAQ