I really didn't seduce him

The dilapidated small hotel has poor sound insulation, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor seems to be right next to your ears, mixed with a strong local dialect.

The broken TV at the front desk downstairs was playing an unknown old song, the sound was so loud that it disturbed the people.

The overhead light in the room had been used for an unknown number of years, casting a layer of dim yellow light on the bed.

The mouth seemed to have been bitten open, and there was a faint smell of blood mixed in the kiss.

He was defenseless.

Only now did he know how restrained Lu Zhi was from kissing him lightly.

Luyu in December is no better than midsummer. There is no air-conditioning in the small hotel room. When the hem of the thin sweater was rolled up, a trace of coolness penetrated into his clothes, making him shiver involuntarily, and he shuddered slightly. shake.

Through the thin sweater, the chest was also being rubbed, which was painful and uncomfortable.

It turns out that such a simple touch can arouse the nostalgia in his heart.

Lu Zhi's hand on his waist slowly reached down, hooking a corner of his clothes and pulling them away.

Some images flashed across his mind.

After realizing what this man was trying to do, he struggled violently. Lu Zhi put one knee on his waist, easily clasped his wrist, and pressed it to the pillow.

On the face of abstinence and innocence, the dark pupils are bottomless, no longer concealing the overwhelming desire, which is contrary to harmony and true.

Fang Yanwei pressed his cheek against the pillow, and the rough pattern on the hard pillow stuck to his cheek, making him ache.

The power gap is too great,

His few inconspicuous struggles were no match for Lu Zhi.

In Lu Zhi's hands, he was like a small animal whose throat was pinched, unable to make any movement.

This state of being tightly suppressed made his already sour heart a little bit wronged.

There was something hard against him between his waist and abdomen.

He was stunned for half a second, realizing what it was.

He couldn't tell if he was shaking from the cold or the heat.

"You don't touch me, we broke up." He said.

"Up to you." Lu Zhi said, "I didn't agree."

Lu Zhi let go of him a little, giving him room to breathe.

The boy lying on the bed was panting slightly, his light brown hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, his clear eyes were slightly opened, melting with water, and he looked at the ceiling in a daze.

Like a natural goblin.

Even lying there motionless can arouse people's malice and desire.

The drawer at the corner of the bed was pulled open by Lu Zhi, who pulled out something from it and tore off the plastic wrapping paper.

Little rustling movements.

Lu Zhi pressed back again, he raised his hand to block the light with his arm, and also covered his eyes.

"Boyfriend, I don't like you anymore." He said in a breathy voice, "Brother Zhi, I don't like you anymore."

Lu Zhi's slender fingers caressed the boy's side face.

A failed red fox who can't even tell a lie.

In the kiss just now, he made a mess, Fang Yanwei's cheeks were light red, there were light marks on the pillow, and there were a few hickey marks between the collarbone.

The boy's eyes were extremely innocent, and they were also provocative to the extreme.

"Fang Yanwei." Lu Zhi said in a deep voice, "Has anyone ever told you that when you say 'don't like', don't call someone boyfriend first."

Why can some people hook people to the brink of rational collapse when they talk about breaking up.

He even forgot to struggle, it seemed that as long as he covered his flaming mouth, he could make people do whatever he wanted.

His hand was grabbed and pressed against a hard object, Fang Yanwei heard Lu Zhi tear off the outer packaging of something again.

"I have to go." He struggled to sit up.

The wound on the finger opened a little, and blood dripped out.

Lu Zhi's strength was too great, and he was pushed back on the bed with only one hand.

"You want to leave me too." Lu Zhi said, "What's the difference between you and them?"

Fang Yanwei no longer felt the pain when the nails touched the fingertips.

He wanted to say I didn't.

But he is really a very bad, very bad person who does all sorts of evil.

He claimed to be righteous, and scolded Lu Zhi's family all over. In his heart, everyone was a villain who had done all kinds of bad things.

Then he also left Lu Zhi.

Lu Zhi pinched the heel of his leg, and something was behind him.

He flinched: "Don't..."

Lu Zhi seemed to have suddenly remembered something, cursed in a low voice, took off something, and threw it on the ground.

The transparent liquid in a plastic bottle by the bed was poured behind him by Lu Zhiyang.

The fingertips penetrated into the cloud-like softness.

He is like an egg with a broken shell, his softness and fragility are exposed to others.

It hurts so much.

When Lu Zhi came in a little bit, he started to cry, he blinked his eyes, trying to blink the tears away, don't block his sight, he wanted to see more.

He wanted to engrave the appearance of a boy in his heart in this small southern city.

Fingertips caressed Lu Zhi's face.

My god, may you always be proud and never bow your head.

Almost as soon as he heard him cry out in pain, Lu Zhi backed out.

The scorching heat receded and was replaced by the dullness of the entire room.

"I'm sorry, Fang Yanwei." Lu Zhi hugged him, put his right hand on his back, and comforted him along his spine.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Lu Zhi messed him up, scrubbed him clean little by little, put him on a school uniform, and helped him smooth out his raised light brown hair little by little.

It's like picking up a doll I like very much.

"So fast?" When checking out, the front desk was surprised, "Not overnight?"

Lu Zhi ignored him, took him out of the hotel, and hailed a taxi.

"Luyu Airport."

The car window was opened a little, and the sea breeze blew in, and the damp smell blew by, and Lu Zhi's voice became colder and colder.

Fang Yanwei remained silent, turning his cheeks to the window.

"Arguing with classmates?" the driver asked after seeing the two of them.

"Break up." Lu Zhi said lightly.

The driver shut up all of a sudden and concentrated on driving.

Fang Yanwei's nails slowly pressed into the palm of his hand.

The fingertips hurt, the heart hurts, and the place behind her that was touched a little also hurts.

Pain is also good.

Luyu Airport, close to boarding.

"Fang Yanwei, please go to the boarding gate and board the plane after hearing the announcement."

The cold voice repeated repeatedly.

"Go." Lu Zhi said, "I agree to break up."

He seemed to have returned to his usual indifference, his black eyes were empty, and he couldn't see any sadness or joy.

"Oh..." Fang Yanwei responded, and walked slowly towards the security checkpoint.

He was all alone, and there was nothing left.

If I miss the flight, can I leave tomorrow?

But tomorrow, don't you have to leave?

"Put the backpack on." The security inspector said, "Hurry up."

Slowly, he took off his backpack.

Someone took his hand from behind.

"Brother Zhi." He turned around.

Lu Zhi stood in front of him, looking at him.

The cold sandalwood beads were wrapped around his left wrist in circles.

108 small wooden beads, implying the resolution of 108 kinds of troubles, peace of mind, and worry-free life for a hundred years.

The cold white jade pendant was in the palm of his hand, and he squeezed it hard.

Lu Zhi turned around and left without saying goodbye.

The plane roared, merged into the night, and rushed into the clouds.

Luyu in the night gradually turned into a thumbnail picture with sporadic lights outside the window.

The sandalwood fragrance is quiet and quiet, as if it can calm the noise in people's heart.

Entering Pingfei, Fang Yanwei unzipped his schoolbag, wanting to take a picture of Luyu from this angle with his mobile phone.

In the side pocket of the schoolbag, something was shining.

It's two toffee wrappers.

He quietly finished eating the candy that Lu Zhi bought, and stuffed the candy wrapper into his side pocket without letting Lu Zhi know.

Didn't expect to see you again at this time.

What a loss.

The breakup shot didn't work out, didn't feel good, and was stabbed a bit, and it still hurts now.

loss.

He buried his cheek in his palm and closed his eyes.

The sea breeze and Luyu went away from him.

His way of thinking is always free.

In the morning, at the gate of Luyu Middle School.

The stall selling oyster omelets left early, and a young man in a dark blue school uniform stood under a tree not far away.

"Student!" The stall owner recognized it and said jokingly, "Yesterday I promised to give you a big one, why did you come so early today?"

"Thank you." Lu Zhi said politely, "But no need."

The stationery store across the street was open.

The shop owner knew Lu Zhi, he had seen Lu Zhi's photo on the award list of Luyu Middle School.

The first grader, every time I come to their store, I will take a box of 0.7mm black ink refills and a stack of draft paper with the name of Luyu Middle School printed on it.

Occasionally, Lu Zhi would bring a boy with light brown hair with him.

The boy is extremely good-looking, and every time he enters the store, a little girl secretly takes a look at him.

The boy likes to talk a lot, and also likes to tease people. Once, he used a cat ear headband from the store to put on Lu Zhi's head.

This schoolmaster seemed to have a good temper, no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't get angry.

Lu Zhi was the only one who came today.

According to his usual habit, he took a box of pen refills, then stopped by the pen holder, and his eyes fell on the color test book next to him.

He rummaged for a long time, as if he had found something.

"Hi, can I have this piece of paper?" he asked.

The shopkeeper said in his heart that there is nothing to ask about a discarded color test paper. A good student is polite.

"You can take the whole stack," said the shopkeeper. "It's full, and I'm going to throw it away."

Lu Zhi just tore away one of them.

"Thank you."

The names of Lu Zhi and Fang Yanwei, and the red line that Fang Yanwei drew between the two names because he was bored last time.

He pushed the door open, stood at the corner of the street, leaning against the wall, crumpled the paper, and pressed it into the palm of his hand.

The smoke burns quietly.