Auxiliary super fierce

When we came out after dinner, the rain had completely stopped, and the group of people were all the type who could lie down and never sit down, so there was no such thing as a walk after dinner, and they all got into the car and went back to the base.

The car couldn't go in when it reached the side of the road, and there was still a small section of road for them to walk by themselves. Several people got out of the car with their peripheral bags and walked slowly to the base.

There were a few small puddles on the rainy road, and several people walked back and forth, carefully avoiding them.

Wen Tu and Fang Chi walked last, and they were not brave enough to hold hands, but they were so close that they almost walked away together.

"Hey," Wen Tu yelled, "don't squeeze me."

"It's not illegal to squeeze." Fang Chi said so, and leaned aside, after all, he almost squeezed Wen Tu onto the lawn next to him.

"What are you doing squeezing me on such a wide road?" Wen Tu looked at him and asked.

"I don't know," Fang Chi smiled, "I just want to be next to you."

Wen Tu was a little embarrassed by what he said, so he simply stopped talking, and the two walked back to the base slowly at the back of the team.

Just after winning the game and not in a hurry to train, Fang Chi simply took Wen Tu to the dormitory, entered the door and pushed him against the wall, pinched his chin and kissed him.

The previous few kisses were all restrained and simple entanglement, but this time Fang Chi obviously didn't want to bear it any longer. He groped in along the bottom of his clothes and touched a few times on the smooth skin. The kiss fell from his lips to his collarbone. Gently pecking and kissing.

Wen Tu was pushed against the wall by him, his back was a little numb and a little sore.

His breathing was out of rhythm, he touched Wen Tu's waist, and twisted sensitively, trying to break free from Fang Chi's shackles, but subconsciously withdrew his strength, so he failed to break free.

"Don't be like this..." Wen Tu noticed that the man's hands were getting more and more excessive, so he quickly shouted in a low voice.

Fang Chi paused as soon as he made a sound, and then buried his head in Wen Tu's neck, took a few deep breaths before asking, "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing." Wen Tu tilted his head, and rubbed Fang Chi's head with his face, "Conditional reflex."

"...What did you do before to have such a conditioned reflex?" Fang Chi drew circles on Wen Tu's lower back with his fingers, and when the boy couldn't bear it and wanted to break free, he grabbed his clothes and pulled him away. Come back, "It's very exciting."

"No," Wen Tu said, "In the past, in fights, someone would fight downwards, and we would tell him not to do that."

"Just say don't do this?" Fang Chi asked.

"Don't be like this, I have to save it for you to give birth to a younger brother." Wen Tu said the curse words before, in a very low voice, which was barely heard until Fang Chi.

"You used to be a little gangster, right?" Fang Chi squeezed Wen Tu's shoulder with the other hand, "Fight every day."

"Yeah." Wen Tu didn't deny it.

The room was Fang Chi's room. The lights were not turned on, and the curtains were not drawn. The whole room was pitch-black, and neither of them could see each other's expressions clearly. They could only listen to each other's breathing in the dark. It was like meeting the sound of a heartbeat.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Chi pressed on him again, and the two people who were already very close were completely stuck together.The kiss landed on the side of his face, Fang Chi pressed his voice and asked him, "Then, is that okay?"

Wen Tu had never heard Fang Chi speak with his voice under his breath, and never thought that Fang Chi's voice would be so lethal when he spoke next to his ear. The deep and magnetic voice crackled through his body like an electric current. Leaning his head back against the wall, half of his body was about to go limp.

He choked out an indistinct hmm from his throat, slowly raised his hand, and hugged Fang Chi.

"Why do I feel..." Fang Chi suddenly laughed, "Do you feel so guilty?"

Wen Tu ignored him.

Because Fang Chi's hand had already hooked up the waist of his trousers, groping down inch by inch.

Doing this kind of thing can still spare a few words.

Neuropathy.

Wen Tu gritted his teeth, turned his head and bit Fang Chi's ear gently.

I don't know how long it took, but the only sound left in the room without the lights on was the gradually steady breathing of two people.

Wen Tu was still leaning against the wall, holding his wrist with one hand, closing his eyes and trying to calm his heartbeat.

It seemed that the numbness from Fang Chi's stroking on his body just now hadn't subsided, so he thought about it quietly, and glanced in Fang Chi's direction.

"Have I turned on the light?" Fang Chi asked.

"...Let's wait." Wen Tu leaned against the wall and did not move.

"Your son will be dry in a while." Fang Chi waved his hand, regardless of whether Wen Tu could see it, "I can't find where I put the box of tissues next to the bed."

Wen Tu clicked his tongue, took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked it with one hand, turned on the flashlight and took a photo on the bed: "Beside the pillow."

"Hey." Fang Chi couldn't hold back his joy, "Wen Xiaotu, what are you doing?"

"Guess." Wen Tu let out a long breath. He didn't hear Fang Chi's movement, so he walked over to get a tissue, wiped his hands, and threw the whole box to Fang Chi.

"I can't guess." Fang Chi vaguely saw the movement of him throwing something, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and just caught it, "I'm quite reluctant."

"Then you keep it." Wen Tu threw the tissue into the trash can.

The surrounding area of ​​the club was so quiet that there were not even a single bird, so Wen Tu had to take a few deep breaths to calm his beating heart.

He didn't think that he would do this kind of thing with a man one day, and even he rarely did it himself before.But in the car, Fang Chi said to him inexplicably: "Go back and guess." When he was inexplicably hooked, a certain thought in his heart was tickled.

There was something clamoring in his heart, Wen Tu could only hear Fang Chi's panting, mixed with his, it was hard to tell who was whose.

"Have you slowed down yet?" Fang Chi asked again, "I'll turn on the light to see if there's anything that hasn't been cleaned up."

"I didn't get it anywhere else." Wen Tu said, "Don't turn on the light."

"You and I can't get through this light, right?" Fang Chi really didn't turn on the light, and walked over to sit next to Wen Tu in a smear, "I'll take it down tomorrow, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay." Wen Tu nodded seriously.

The relationship between the two of them seemed to be getting closer, they leaned together and talked about something, and Fang Chi sent him back to the room, saying that sending him back to the room was actually a matter of going out and turning a corner.

"Good night." Fang Chi leaned against the door of his room and waved to Wen Tu.

"Good night." Wen Tu turned the doorknob and walked in.

A good night's dream.

The games in the next few days continued as usual, and NK kept winning streak and finally surpassed the No.2 team.

After winning another victory, Yi Fan stuffed the keyboard into his bag, and rushed out the door angrily. Several people in the lounge were stunned for a while, and all looked at Qin Yu in unison.

"It's none of my business." Qin Yu shrugged, watched the people in the room go silent for a while, and then continued, "You don't need to send assists in the future."

In fact, I don't usually send many assists.

Fang Chi swallowed the words back, patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Qin Yu wrapped up the keyboard, put it back in his backpack, turned and went out the door.