Professor he started chasing stars

"Then your mother must be a poetic woman."

Fu Jinyan guessed this from Fu Shengyu's few words.

"Actually not." Fu Shengyu sat down next to him and said, "My grandparents' hometown is in the north, and my grandma was also the daughter of a wealthy family back then. Although her family was in decline, she wanted to teach my mother to be a lady of everyone. The kind of poetry book. She and my dad are in the same high school, and she belongs to the school's poetry club.

Fu Jinyan listened intently.

"and after?"

"Later you also knew." Fu Shengyu chuckled, "So Fu Shengyu was reincarnated precisely."

Fu Jinyan nodded: "You really know how to vote. According to this... your grandparents must not agree to this marriage."

"Until now, my grandma and my dad are incompatible, the kind who never get along with each other."

Fu Shengyu had already taken out the clothes from the suitcase and handed them to Fu Jinyan.

"Brother Yan, are you taking a shower now? Try this set of pajamas to see if it fits you well."

"Ah."

Fu Shengyu knew that he only wore basic long-sleeved pajamas. The material of this set was delicate and soft, and the size was just right.

Fu Jinyan came out after taking a shower and drying his hair.

"I'm done washing."

Fu Shengyu was very disappointed.

Fu Jinyan's clothes were intact from the time he entered to the time he came out, not showing any excess flesh.

"Go." Fu Jinyan urged him.

"it is good."

Fu Shengyu threw away his shirt and began to take off his close-fitting T-shirt. He grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt with his backhand and rolled it up. His flat stomach was exposed first, and his abdominal muscles were clearly visible. The T-shirt slowly went up, and the outline of his chest muscles was strong. Strong, he stretched his limbs, and the muscle lines of his whole body were stretched slender.

As beautiful as a lingerie ad model.

Fu Jinyan swallowed unconsciously.

But Fu Shengyu didn't take it seriously, as if there was no one around, he untied his own rope and was about to take off his pants.

"and many more."

Fu Jinyan stopped him.

But his vocal cords are tight.

Fu Shengyu tugged on his trousers, paused his movements, and turned his head to look over.

"Ok?"

"You...you go to the bathroom to take off."

Fu Jinyan turned his head away, pretending to be serious, but his heart was beating wildly.

"Why?" Fu Shengyu said innocently, "Take off the dirty clothes and put them outside."

Fu Jinyan disagreed: "There are still people in the room, so many of you... how unsightly it is."

Fu Shengyu laughed facelessly.

"Hey, which one of us is with whom..."

"Go in."

Fu Shengyu reluctantly went in wearing long trousers. Not long after, the sound of the shower was heard inside, followed by Fu Shengyu's comfortable singing, which sometimes sang softly and sometimes sonorously.

Fu Jinyan sat uncomfortably.

In order to divert his attention, he squatted down to store the dirty clothes, but there was too much movement in the bathroom, and Fu Jinyan even suspected that he was dancing a folk dance in it.

The shower stopped for a moment.

Next is the sound of the shower gel rubbing on the body and making foam.

Fu Jinyan clenched his hands tightly.

Fu Jinyan has never been honest with anyone except when he was a baby, and other people's bodies are an unfamiliar territory for Fu Jinyan.

This part of him was missing in his childhood when he formed his awareness of the sexes.

His knowledge of the human body is limited to biology textbooks.

Fu Jinyan can accurately describe the systems, organs, and cells of the human body, but these do not constitute a reason for attraction.

Only Fu Shengyu.

He is to Fu Jinyan what "David" is to Michelangelo. It is a perfect work of art and the limit of imagination.

He turned Fu Jinyan's knowledge into emotion, and his reason into impulse.

Fu Jinyan wanted to see it.

It was a kind of primitive attraction, and he couldn't help walking towards the bathroom door. The frosted glass revealed an ambiguous yellow light, and the swaying figure made him imagine.

This kind of fierce curiosity made Fu Jinyan ashamed, he felt like a voyeur.

The bathroom door was suddenly opened.

Fu Jinyan woke up with a start, it was too late to go away, he buried his head and didn't even dare to glance at Fu Shengyu.

"Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

Fu Jinyan felt guilty, he looked like a pervert who was caught on the spot.

It is the kind of person in the news who candidly film people leaving, despised by the public and condemned by morality.

He couldn't say a word.

"Are you done washing? I'm going in to get something..."

Even if it was a clumsy little lie, it was enough to make Fu Jinyan feel a little relieved.

But he raised his head and glanced down, and returned to his original shape.

Because Fu Shengyu was wrapped in a bath towel.

He just... stood in front of him openly.

Fu Jinyan didn't even know if he was naked under the towel.

"Why don't you wear clothes?!"

Rather than accusations, Fu Jinyan felt that he was the grief and indignation that was about to fall.

"Oh, I just helped you get your clothes, but I forgot my own."

Fu Shengyu passed him, bringing with it the scent of milk shower gel.

Fu Jinyan felt like he was about to faint.

He hurried into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face a few times.

In the mirror, his face was completely red, as ugly as a monkey's butt.

"Fu Jinyan." Fu Jinyan bit his lip, and cursed at the mirror, "You're an idiot."

"Brother Yan...Brother Yan!"

Fu Jinyan tidied up his embarrassment and walked out pretending to be calm.

"what's up?"

"Grandma is urging us to have dinner!"

"Okay..." Fu Jinyan paused and asked him, "Then you still don't wear clothes?"

"Wear it now."

As Fu Shengyu said, he was about to tear off the bath towel.

"Stop! Bastard!"

Fu Jinyan almost shouted out.

"Eh?"

Fu Shengyu turned his head to see his violent reaction.

"What's wrong with you? Brother Yan?"

"what?"

Fu Shengyu sized him up and said, "You're weird, your face is so red."

"I do not have."

Fu Jinyan had nowhere to put his eyes. Wherever he put it, he felt that he was violating a young man who had just turned [-] with his mind.

The more you dodge, the more vain your eyes will be, and Fu Shengyu managed to catch them.

"Oh, you're shy."

Fu Shengyu came over.

"do not come."

Fu Jinyan stretched out a hand, trying to stop all his movements.

But Fu Shengyu discovered this fun thing, so how could he give up on it, he just walked over with bold steps, just like the prince who saw the flower girl.

"No way, no way? Brother Yan, I'm just taking a shower in the same room as you. Are you so ashamed?"

It was only then that Fu Shengyu noticed that Fu Jinyan's earlobes looked like they were about to bleed, especially rosy.

"I do not want to see you."

Fu Jinyan's denial was rough.

"Huh? I didn't say you wanted to see me." Fu Shengyu was overjoyed, and asked frivolously, "Do you not want to, or dare not?"

Fu Jinyan stopped talking.

He is distraught now.

Too much to say.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Fu Shengyu also looked down at himself strangely.

He took a step forward, and Fu Jinyan took a step back. Finally, there was no way to retreat, and his back was against the door of the room.

And Fu Shengyu had already walked in front of him, just a stone's throw away.

"Fu Shengyu..." Fu Jinyan said, "Go away."

His tone was soft, and because of a guilty conscience, he had no confidence in ordering.

Fu Shengyu saw the panic and avoidance in Fu Jinyan's eyes.

He didn't know why Fu Jinyan was tearful, like a kitten driven into a corner, helpless and pitiful.

"Hush——" Fu Shengyu said in a low voice, "Brother Yan, have you never been to a public bathhouse? That's why you haven't?"

Fu Jinyan bit his lower lip, his eyes were always avoiding.

"Don't push me away, give me your hand."

Fu Shengyu's voice was very bewitching.

But Fu Jinyan was in a daze, unable to react at all.

Fu Shengyu had no choice but to pull up his right hand, and then put his palm on his shoulder.

Fu Jinyan did not hide.

"Is there nothing to be afraid of?"

His shoulders are very solid, Fu Jinyan nodded dully.

Fu Shengyu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and asked, "Do you want to try other places?"

Fu Jinyan quickly shook his head and took his hand away.

Fu Shengyu snorted and said, "Forget it, don't worry, our days will be very, very long. Anyway, I am young and I can afford it."

Fu Jinyan couldn't laugh at his playful jokes.

"Then let me get you used to it in advance, Brother Yan?"

When Fu Shengyu's tricky little expression appeared, Fu Jinyan knew that he was holding back nothing.

"Look, Brother Yan."

Fu Shengyu grabbed the towel with both hands, and Fu Jinyan realized what he was going to do.

It's just that Fu Jinyan didn't have time to stop it, Fu Shengyu had already pulled the bath towel...

"pay……"

Fu Jinyan's eyes widened, his heart almost jumped out.

Then he saw that Fu Shengyu's beach pants were neatly dressed, which was not what he expected at all.

Fu Shengyu succeeded in playing a prank and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! I'm not a streaking madman... Huh? Brother Yan, is your expression very disappointed?"

"you……"

Fu Jinyan was so angry that his lungs hurt, and he wanted to hit someone with the clothes hanger next to him.

dong dong dong-

Three knocks on the door from behind almost knocked Fu Jinyan's soul out.

"Master Fu! Grandma said the food is getting cold!" It was Jia Zhao's voice.

"Okay! Come right away!"

Fu Jinyan opened the door just to escape.

"Brother Yan."

Fu Jinyan closed the door halfway, but was blocked by Fu Shengyu's hand, and the two looked at each other through the crack of the door.

Fu Shengyu smiled at him with the corners of his mouth pulled up.

"With such a good body in front of you, you can't hold back the first day of junior high school, but you can't hold back the fifteenth day."

Snapped.

Fu Jinyan closed the door.

He was sweating profusely, as if he had escaped death.

After walking into the yard, the sea breeze hit his face, Fu Jinyan's disordered breathing slowly returned to normal, and his mind became clear.

His various reactions were not resistance, but strong stimulation.

Except for that sliver of self-moral condemnation.

If you are not a saint, in fact, this kind of contact gives people great joy.

Fu Jinyan rubbed his fingers, reminiscing about the feeling of the skin touching just now, which still made his cheeks feel hot.

Love makes people mean.

Despicable be despicable.

Fu Jinyan is willing to be a mediocre person.