Are there any straight men in your neighborhood?

1.

"I see! I must be allergic to alcohol."

The young master stared at me blankly for a while with hickeys all over his body, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

2.

I was taken aback, almost laughing.

After all, he is still my silly young master.

3.

In fact, I probably understand what the young master is thinking.

But I can't bear it.

but!

But the young master has really gone too far recently.

At the beginning, the young master just didn't dress well, and he skipped a few buttons when he got up early or after taking a shower, and deliberately showed me his thin and delicate collarbone.

Seeing that I was unmoved, he intensified his efforts.

What bare-legged shirt, untied bathrobe, lying on the sofa with slumped waist and playing with mobile phone...

I also endured very hard.

Why do you say I can't.

The young master really has double standards, he is a real man if he can withstand temptation, but I can't if I can withstand temptation.

4.

But, but how can I say that I am also a normal man!

5.

The young master went to drink that day, and he was helped back by the little brother downstairs within 5 minutes of going out.

The little brother said that he had just opened a bottle, poured a small glass for the young master, and poured himself another glass.

When he finished pouring his cup and turned to look at the young master, the young master was already lying on the table.

The small cup was not finished.

I thanked my little brother and took over the young master from him.

6.

The young master hung on me in a daze.

To be honest, I am a little distracted.

He called Big Brother and Fang Xingjiu in a viscous voice, his eyes dimmed as if they were filled with water.

I was shouted by him, my throat tightened unconsciously.

He drank very little, and he didn't smell of alcohol, but still had that sweet smell.

I helped him to lie down on the bed, restrained myself and leaned into his neck to sniff.

sweet.

7.

I couldn't get up again.

The young master didn't know where the strength came from, he turned over and pressed on me, sitting on my lower abdomen and looking at me with drunken eyes.

I was not willing to exert myself, and let him sit in this position.

The young master pressed the middle of my collarbone with his hand, bent down to get very close, squinting at me.

I'm a little nervous.

Then the young master pressed his voice close to my ear and said softly:

"Fang Xingjiu, you can't do it, huh?"

I don't know if it was because of being pressed by the young master, I started to have difficulty breathing.

8.

The young master saw that I didn't respond, so he took off his clothes on his own.

Every time I take off one piece, I will stick to me and say something.

"Can I do it now?"

"now what?"

"Huh? Fang Xingjiu?"

I'm going to have a meltdown.

9.

The young master's murmur mixed with breath was in his ears.

Sweat slid down the side of my face.

My sanity collapsed at the moment when the young master ran his finger across my chest.

……

When I came back to my senses again, the young master was already pressed on the bed by me with red eyes, and my shirt was wrinkled out of shape.

I breathed a sigh of relief, a little glad.

Fortunately, the last step has not been reached.

10.

I believe the young master must have had selective amnesia.

It's not okay to show off when you drink, and you don't remember anything when you sober up, what's wrong with it.

To put it simply: forget it when you sober up, what's wrong with it.

11.

After the young master said the allergy, I was also speechless, so I just leaned against the door and looked at him.

Tell me what to do if I couldn't hold back before.

12.

The young master was stunned for a while, as if he had recovered.

He turned pink from embarrassment, and wrapped himself in a quilt into a strawberry-flavored dumpling.

Oh, remembered.

I suddenly wanted to bully the young master.

13.

I tentatively called him.

After more than ten seconds, the young master poked his head out from under the quilt, his face flushed red.

He glared at me and didn't speak angrily.

"Go get me clothes!!!!"

It can be said that he was very angry.

14.

I did some psychological counseling for myself before, and I think... Otherwise, it's okay to try it with the young master.

He wants me, I'll give it to him.

At worst, he would be scolded by Mr. Shen when he went back.

As long as the young master is happy.

I like him so much.

15.

With this in mind, I went to get one of my shirts for him wickedly.

After he put on his clothes, he was stunned for a long time, and looked up at me in disbelief.

I raised my eyebrows and asked him if he likes to wear boyfriend shirts, what surprised him.

The young master blushed and pointed at the door to let me go.

Have I been bullied.

16.

The young master asked me if I was a man, but I didn't make it to the end.

I:?

Oh, it turns out that the young master is angry about this.

I coughed twice in embarrassment, and explained: "Young master, you see, I was impulsive and couldn't restrain myself before, so please don't blame me, young master."

The young master was so angry that he couldn't speak, he took several deep breaths before rolling his eyes and shouting at me: "Fang Xingjiu, why are you pretending to be stupid!"

I took a step back and stood by the door in an orderly manner, looking like I was waiting to be reprimanded.

The young master was silent for a while, then waved to me calmly: "Come on, Fang Xingjiu, come here."

I walked over.

The young master pointed to the chair beside the bed: "Sit."

I sat down.

The young master stepped on me in an indescribable position, rolled over me a few times, and then raised his eyebrows at me triumphantly.

"Playing stupid?"

I lowered my head and didn't speak.

"Then tell me, what's going on with this reaction?"

I struggled to make a sound, my voice was a little hoarse.

"Young master, you..." I suddenly changed my mind after I finished speaking, so I raised my head and reached out to hold his ankle, "This reaction is because of you, young master."

17.

The young master couldn't help being funny, I'll be honest, he's very profligate, he can say anything.

As soon as I teased him, he became dumb and shrank back into the quilt in shame and refused to come out.

It has been like this since childhood.

18.

I poked the quilt and couldn't hold back my laugh.

"Master, why are you shy?"

The young master snorted, and got angry under the quilt.

I laughed out loud and promised him that I would stop teasing him, and he pushed himself out of the quilt again.

A small head was exposed, eyes drifting, and he asked me in a soft voice: "You just said that you were talking about the boyfriend's shirt."

It's rare for me to see his shy and timid appearance, so I couldn't hold back, stretched out my hand to scratch his face, and said yes.

The young master slapped my hand away in disgust, frowned and asked me confidently: "But this is your shirt, what you mean is that you are me! You are! You are me...boyfriend... right? ?”

The more he spoke later, the less confidence he had, and in the end he stuttered and cried with uncertainty.

Stop teasing him.

I feel bad.

19.

I pulled him out of the covers and sat on my lap.

Brow to forehead, holding hands, said to the young master in a very formal tone:

"My young master."

"I like you. I have liked you for many years. Today I am bold enough to ask, can I try to chase you?"

The young master sniffled, looked up at me, and rejected me decisively.

"No, you are not allowed to chase me."

20.

Before I could choke, he gave me another look, seeming a little shy.

"We, let's be together...but don't call me young master anymore!"

I was relieved.

"Okay, then, Xiaoqian?"

He glared at me.

"Okay baby."