A branch of red apricot came out

There is one and only one activity that can be participated in in the third year of high school, the autumn sports meeting.

On the day when the announcement of the sports meeting was released, Fang Le asked Lover for leave, saying that he had to leave school for two days. The last time he met Yan Nuo was half a month ago. Both of them are busy, and the school will be closed for a week. It's half a day off, and the studio has no time to rest.

The last time we met was on a Saturday night. Fang Le skipped the evening self-study and went to Yan Nuo's house, made dinner together, and took extra cultural lessons until midnight. They didn't even have time to make out. Let's go to sleep together.

Fang Le misses Yan Nuo.

The love saint is a little bit embarrassed. Last year, Fang Le and Chen Yuci controlled the overall situation on the rostrum. This year, the school leaders still named these two people. The love saint hesitated, "I have to ask for leave."

Fang Le nodded, "Teacher, I got the first place in the city unification test."

Is this trying to overwhelm others with points? The lover was a little interested and asked deliberately, "Well, keep it up."

"If the two-day leave is not approved, the Ertong will hand in a blank paper."

Love Saint: "..."

"Approval, I'll approve it for you." Love Saint decided to repeat the original words to the principal verbatim. In the face of the big situation, the intramural sports meeting should not be compared with the municipal examination.

So Fang Le took the bus to the studio on the morning of the sports meeting. This was the first time he went to the studio to find him. He didn't say hello in advance. Fang Le took out his mobile phone to send a message to Yan Nuo after watching the street scene for a while.

Fang Le: Is it too early?

After waiting for several minutes without receiving a reply, Fang Le has gotten used to it, and now his boyfriend must be completely devoted to painting, isolated from the world.He recalled how he was serious about doing things, and he liked it so much that he was addicted to it.

When the bus arrived, Fang Le bought hot milk and tiger skin rolls at a nearby convenience store. When he arrived at the entrance of the studio, he saw a different receptionist at the front desk. It was a young lady with light makeup. She put down the soy milk and said, "Hello, yes Are you here to sign up for an art examination?"

Fang Le said, "No, I'm here to find someone, can I go in?"

Ming Chen passed by with a stack of picture books in his arms, saw Fang Le's familiar face, and asked, "Come to see Yan Nuo?"

"Yeah." Fang Le hurriedly turned around to greet Ming Chen. Although it was the season to wear long sleeves and coats, Ming Chen's thick golden chain was not hidden in his collar. He said, "he Gouache painting is next to the sketch room, go and find it yourself."

Fang Le said Xie and walked towards the classroom. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass partition, he found Yan Nuo among a dozen students, even though Yan Nuo was unusually wearing a black baseball cap today.

Already unable to hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth, Fang Le deliberately went in through the back door, quietly stood behind Yan Nuo, and praised in a low voice to the gouache painting that he couldn't see, "The painting is really good."

Yan Nuo was startled, and turned his head abruptly, his surprised expression instantly turned into surprise. He wanted to hug this baby who came here without authorization, but the gouache paint all over his body made him stop.

Looking around, some students haven’t even started to pick up pens yet, holding steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks while eating while waking up, Fang Le took out the tiger skin roll from his backpack and put it on the small table, “I knew I could do it in the classroom.” If it's too early, I'll buy you something hot."

Yan Nuo finally regained her language, "Skipping class?"

"Sports meeting," Fang Lele said proudly, "I used the second system to hand in a blank paper to threaten the old class to win the leave."

Yan Nuo picked up the cake in one hand, and led Fang Le out of the classroom with the other. The corridors were filled with students who came to class one after another. Usually, one Yan Nuo was enough to watch, but now two handsome young men appeared in the same frame, early in the morning It's pleasing to the eye and makes you feel good.

The two sat by the flower bed outside the studio and ate. Fang Le wondered, "Why did you suddenly wear a hat?"

"I fell asleep without taking a shower yesterday, and I overslept a little in the morning. My hair is so messy that I can't see it. I can't go out without wearing a hat."

Fang Le smiled sullenly, "I went home on purpose last week, just to reduce my guilt in the past two days. I took two days off and didn't go home to see my younger siblings. I came here to meet my boyfriend Overnight or something."

"I will keep it a secret, and I won't tell your mother about it." Yan Nuo laughed.

"So, you can relax a little during the two days I'm here?" Fang Le handed him the remaining half bottle of milk, "Put the drawing board away when I go back at night, and go to bed early."

Yan Nuo raised her head and finished drinking the milk, licking her lips and smiling meaningfully, "Of course."

It wasn’t until Fang Le followed Yan Nuo back to the studio that he realized it. He sat in the rest area at the back of the classroom and studied the questions. "Sleep" has double meanings, he bit the pen, and let the fantasies of Wushan cloud and rain in his head churn wildly. It has been a long time since the last kiss, and he misses it no matter where it is.

When Fang Le took out the comprehensive paper, he was so distracted that he couldn't write, and couldn't even read the title.

Yan Nuo is completely opposite to him. Maybe Fang Le came here to stimulate his tense nerves. Today, he feels very good at painting, just like a writer whose inspiration bursts out, and the [-] daily changes don’t stop. , the more he looked at the drawing paper, the more he was satisfied. He put the palette aside, put down the pen, and the painting was perfectly completed.

Yan Nuo looked back at Fang Le, and saw him lying on the open test paper with his arms folded, his sweater cap on his head, motionless as if he had fallen asleep, Yan Nuo was wiping his hands with a paper while thinking about how to talk to the teacher As soon as he asked for leave, the teacher came in front of him.

Fang Le was indeed asleep, with his head full of charming eyes. When he was gently awakened, he opened his eyes and saw the hero of the boat show. His face was slightly red with embarrassment, and it really buried deep in his heart 19 The hidden attribute of the year is full of color.

The road home was covered with layers of fallen leaves, and it was very autumnal to step on.

Yan Nuo grabbed Fang Le's hand and hid it in his pocket, suddenly sighed, "I haven't had time to get a tattoo, go, go now."

"Aren't you going to the studio this afternoon?" Fang Le asked.

"I asked the teacher for a good vacation, and I will go back to class the day after tomorrow." Yan Nuo held his fingers tightly, with a hint of coquettishness, "Go, see where there is a tattoo shop."

Fang Le looked towards his left ring finger unconsciously, "Use your name as a ring", Fang Le recalled what Yan Nuo said, and he laughed, "Okay, let's go now."

The two took a taxi to a store that had a high rating and didn't have to wait in line. They were asked to show their ID cards as soon as they entered the door. There was a tattoo artist brother with a big waist and a round waist who pulled Fang Le, who looked a little more delicate, and tried to sell him, "Dude, I can tattoo you any pattern you want, my designs are really pretty, take a look."

Fang Le pulled his wrist back while refusing, "No, I'll just use two capital letters."

"The simpler it is, the more it requires a sense of design." The old man didn't give up, but Yan Nuo blocked him if he wanted to be more comfortable, "Microsoft Yahei."

Brother: "..." I won't accept this order.

So I replaced it with two little sisters who look like the clown girl in cos to give them tattoos. The area is small and simple, and it didn’t take long before I was done. Because I can’t get wet for half a day, the plot line of wanting to go home and cook doesn’t work. In order to go to the No. [-] canteen nearby.

Yan Nuo was in such a good mood that he passed by several windows and ordered food, such as bridgehead ribs, octopus balls, donkey rolls, glutinous rice cakes in bamboo tubes, and tempeh. Looking at his hand, although it is still wrapped in plastic wrap, he can't see clearly, but he really likes it in his heart.

"In the future, if we quarrel and break up, we have to chop our hands," Fang Le said.

"Who broke up with you." Satisfied, Yan Nuo raised her hands frequently to admire herself like a bride who had just been proposed and put on a diamond ring, and said, "Have we never quarreled?"

"What's there to be arguing about? Why don't you fight directly?" Fang Le joked casually.

"Okay, when I get home at night and take a shower," Yan Nuo finally put away his hands, peeled a glutinous rice cake and put it in the Fangle bowl with a smirk, "After taking a shower, let's have a good fight."

These words are not mixed with any water. After more than a month of abstinence, Prince Yan, who has been abstaining from sexual intercourse for more than a month, played tricks in his lust after the night fell. , the belt tied on the wrist is famously said to be afraid of scratching the tattoo, and the beautiful name of the belt tied on the bottom is said to be afraid of leaking IQ. Although being controlled by the body, Fang Le feels very in the midst of begging for mercy. Yan Nuo was burning with desire, hugging him and asking for it endlessly.

Fang Le was holding back to the point of breaking down. This is the second round. If he hadn't been restrained, he would have vented out a long time ago. With tears in his eyes, he raised his waist to meet Yan Nuo, hoping to be treated gently, "Tomorrow , I still have time tomorrow."

"It's too much. I want to share it with tomorrow, or I don't have enough. I still want it tomorrow?" Yan Nuo asked him with a nasty smile, and then bent down to rub his chest, putting him at a complete disadvantage The people trembled intermittently.

Fang Le moaned and begged for mercy intermittently, "It's too much, let me go, I...I can't stand it..."

"The sound is nice." Yan Nuo coaxed him, this sentence has almost become the subtext that Fang Le can let go.

Fang Le is also well versed in this kind of routine, sobbing obediently, "Honey."

"No, it's not enough for me anymore."

Fang Le wanted to bite someone happily, and said again with a crying voice and trembling voice, "Brother."

"Good boy, brother loves you." Yan Nuo smiled dotingly and rubbed him, from his chest to his waist, all the way to his thighs, before he touched his lower body which was too sensitive to be touched, and carefully loosened the belt , behind him also cooperates to push hard towards the place he likes, and Fang Le shrinks his body to reach the climax within a few strokes.

But the perpetrator still held up the murder weapon as if he was going to continue to be arrogant. Fang Le was panting tiredly. Yan Nuo pulled himself out and changed to a side-lying position and buried him deeply, hugging him gently from behind, "Here Let me see if my wrist is red."

Fang Le didn't bother to pay attention to him, and just gave him a slanted look, but the corners of the eyes and brows and the rosy cheeks were full of lust, and this look had no deterrent power other than seductive.

Yan Nuo grabbed his hands that were still bound, untied the straps, kissed the red marks, then kissed the ring finger of his left hand, and pecked and pecked at the scabbed tattoo.

"How could I like you so much." Yan Nuo sighed deeply, then murmured in a low voice, "Baby, I like you so much, I love you so much."

"Me too." Fang Le caressed his cheek with his backhand, then turned his head to kiss him, and responded between lips and tongue, "Me too, I love you so much."