Overwinter

Summer is the halfway point of a year. Since Wen Yan wears a ring to school and goes to work every day, everyone agrees that he has started a family, and his elegant and easy-going personality makes everyone speculate how happy his family is. .

Teacher Zhong successfully divorced, but life after the divorce was not easy. The parents of the two parents competed to have children. Teacher Zhong’s income was not as high as her ex-husband’s.She told Wen Yan that she was going to leave her job after this semester, and use her savings to open a small shop, and watch the shop with her mother to take care of the children, with more time flexibility.In addition to the incident last time, no matter how she is involved, public opinion has the greatest influence on her.

"I'm really sorry for what happened last time. He's just a lunatic with a very paranoid personality. He doesn't get along well with his parents, and he often has a childish temper."

Wen Yan said in relief: "Anyway, I'm divorced, and you can start your new life."

Teacher Zhong apologized slightly: "It's just that our class is going to change the math teacher again, and the parents will appoint you to talk about things at that time."

Wen Yan said: "It's all trivial matters."

Teacher Zhong decided to finish teaching this semester before resigning, and as the weather got hotter and hotter, this semester's teaching was coming to an end, but Wen Yan seemed to have been lowered by something, and began to get sick as soon as the end of the semester.

It's been a season with a lot of rain in summer recently, Wen Yan got a little cold and didn't add any clothes.In fact, it was just a mild cold, but his body was weak, and the common cold also made him dizzy, and he was exhausted after working all day.

However, at the end of the semester, there are the most homework and practice, and after work, I have to go home with a large stack of test papers to read.

When Song Zhuangtong came back from get off work, the two of them had already had dinner, Wen Yan was sitting on the floor reading the paper, Song Zhuangtong squatted down, picked him up and put him on the sofa, and said, "What are you doing sitting on the floor?"

The air conditioner in the living room had been turned on for quite a while, and after being mentioned by Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan realized that he was a little cold now.

"Go and help me get the bed blanket out."

Song Zhuangtong did as he did, and after covering Wen Yan with the blanket, he lowered his head and bit Wen Yan's lower lip, and asked, "How long are you going to watch?"

Wen Yan showed him the thickness of the remaining paper.

"There are so many more."

"Then look quickly, I'm going to eat."

Wen Yan nodded. He lightly pressed his temple with the thumb of his left hand. His eyes quickly scanned the test paper, but this paper belonged to a naughty little boy in the class. His handwriting was very ugly and hard to read. Wen Yan After frowning for a while, he gradually became angry, and commented next to him: The noodles are too bad.

Song Zhuangtong ate, took a shower, and blew his hair. Wen Yan was still sitting on the sofa reading the paper. His speed was very slow, and Song Zhuangtong was reading next to him with a mobile phone.Wen Yan was wearing pajamas, wrapped in a gray blanket, and there was a faint red mark on his exposed arm.Song Zhuangtong's gaze sticks from his smooth neck to his small chin. He has already eaten this piece of soft tofu from inside to outside. The taste is soft and delicious.

When Wen Yan put away the last paper with a sigh, Song Zhuangtong, who had been staring at him for a long time, threw him down on the sofa before he could put his pen down.

Thinking that Wen Yan's frown was just blaming himself for being too rude, Song Zhuangtong blocked Wen Yan's lips with even more rude movements, and his tongue couldn't help but go in to tangle with old acquaintances.

The rude and domineering kiss made it difficult for Wen Yan to breathe, sobbing, he pushed the man on him, and the strong man remained motionless, pressing Wen Yan under him to bully him.

Wen Yan is tender everywhere, the mouth is tender, and the back is also tender.

Song Zhuangtong tore off Wen Yan's pajama pants impatiently, and the movement of messing with Wen Yan's mouth didn't stop, but Wen Yan bit him hard the next second.

Only then did Song Zhuangtong realize his resistance, and when he let go of Wen Yan's lips, the desire and aggression in his eyes had not dissipated, and Wen Yan was a little startled.

It's just that he is really uncomfortable today, and he really can't bear to have sex.

Song Zhuangtong is very good in everything, but he can't listen to a little bit of gentle words on the bed. He always says to be gentle, but he doesn't have the slightest chance to breathe when he does it.

Wen Yan's breathing was a little short, and he put his palm between himself and Song Zhuangtong to prevent him from attacking again.

"I have a bit of a cold today, and I'm not feeling well."

Song Zhuangtong, who was rejected, frowned slightly, and said "Okay" in a low voice, then turned over and got up from Wen Yan.

Wen Yan caught a glimpse of the thing pushed up under his loose trousers, felt a little guilty, stuck to it and whispered: "May I help you with my hands?"

Song Zhuangtong held down his hand that was trying to get into his crotch, and said, "It's okay, it will disappear after a while."

Wen Yan asked pitifully, "Are you angry?"

Song Zhuangtong clenched his cheeks, suppressing the burning desire in his stomach, and said, "I'm not angry."

As he said that, he got up and went to find the medicine in the drawer. The figure standing in front of the drawer was very tall, Wen Yan bit his lower lip tightly, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

After drinking the medicine, it is easy to get sleepy. When Wen Yan is sick, he will be very clingy to Song Zhuangtong. He wants to cuddle with him and sleep together. After sleeping for more than two hours, Wen Yan gets up to drink water in the middle of the night, but when he opens his eyes, he finds Song Zhuangtong I haven't slept yet.

"Why haven't you fallen asleep yet?" Wen Yan, who had already slept for a round, had a very lazy voice, he felt something on his thigh almost in a second, Wen Yan was a little surprised, "You..."

Song Zhuangtong's voice was a little tense, he buried his head on Wen Yan's neck and took a deep breath, saying, "I haven't done anything this week, I'm suffocating."

The final exam is coming up next week, and Wen Yan has to work hard every day to go to work. Naturally, Song Zhuangtong will not be allowed to mess around, but after finally having a weekend vacation, Wen Yan fell ill again.

Song Zhuangtong's whole body was hot, and his ears were too red. Seeing that he was enduring so much, Wen Yan frowned and said, "Did you just be hard for two hours?"

Song Zhuangtong buried himself in his neck and shook his head: "You rubbed him later."

Wen Yan pinched his neck with pale fingers, and whispered, "Can you get it on your legs?"

In the end, I helped Song Zhuangtong solve it sloppily, and Wen Yan was exhausted if he didn't finish it. According to Wen Yan's understanding of Song Zhuangtong, he was definitely not satisfied, but Wen Yan couldn't allow Wen Yan to think too much, and sleepiness invaded him.

Wen Yan checked the online homework submitted by the students at home on weekends, while Song Zhuangtong went out for a drink with his friends.

At some point outside the window, the pattering rain sounded, covering the hum of the air conditioner in the house. Wen Yan raised his head and pressed his shoulders to relax for a while. He looked at the time, and it was almost ten o'clock, and Song Zhuangtong hadn't come back yet.

Thinking of Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan thought of yesterday's unharmonious bed life, he sighed lightly, a little annoyed that he was in such a broken body, and couldn't bear it at all.

Song Zhuangtong didn't come back until nearly twelve o'clock, he was drenched all over, the sound of entering the room woke up Wen Yan who was sleeping on the sofa, Wen Yan sat up, frowned and asked, "Why is it raining?"

"Lao Wan sent me back. It rained a little on the way in from the door." Song Zhuangtong said, "Why don't you go to sleep on the bed? Are you waiting for me?"

Wen Yan rubbed his eyes and said, "That's right, didn't it end after ten o'clock?"

"They called me to sing again." The clothes and pants were not very comfortable on the body, anyway, Song Jing was asleep, Song Zhuangtong simply took off the clothes and pants in the living room, and went to the bathroom to take a shower in a pair of underwear.

"Put the clothes in the washing machine." Wen Yan complained, but got up to help him throw away the clothes.

The pockets of his trousers were still heavy, and Wen Yan took out a pack of half-smoked cigarettes, a lighter, and a receipt.

Taking advantage of the dim light on the balcony, Wen Yan identified the content on it. It was the KTV consumption bill for tonight. Besides some drinks, there were two strangely named consumption items, and the price was quite high.

Master?Princess?

Wen Yan frowned, and his heart sank slowly.