Give me back my tail

Aunt Li in the teacher canteen and Aunt Jiang in the staff dormitory have many things in common.

They all have short, sharp hair, and they all wear reading glasses with a speed of [-] baht. The old man in the family loves to play chess, and they always like to go to the square to dance during the days off from shifts... Also, they often see a A handsome boy.

The little boy's eyes are big, drooping slightly, his chin is pointed, but his face is a bit round. He tends to squint his eyes when he smiles. He seems to be shy easily, and always bows his head.He looked smaller than most of the students here, not quite a college student.

The little boy is always by the side of the famous and handsome Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao had greeted them all, saying that they were distant relatives, and they filled out the general school when they volunteered to fill out the report, but recently they found it troublesome, so they always lived and boarded with him.

Aunt Jiang nodded and said yes when she registered them. She looked up and saw Teacher Zhao reaching out to touch the child's hair. The child looked embarrassed for bothering others.

Aunt Jiang thought about it, and she didn't say the phrase "you didn't come back to live very often" in her heart, so as not to make other people's children feel even more sorry.

Unexpectedly, the little boy came, but Mr. Zhao really came back frequently, and took him with him every day.

Aunt Jiang wondered where to find such a good man, he was handsome, tall, and considerate, but it was a pity that none of her relatives were of marriageable age, otherwise she would have to drag someone to introduce him.

As soon as she finished thinking about it, Teacher Zhao happened to walk in with a plastic bag in his hand, followed by the little boy named Ji Rong.

Teacher Zhao greeted Aunt Jiang with a smile: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No," Aunt Jiang also laughed. She is still a woman even if she is over 50. She always likes to see handsome guys, and she is willing to talk to Teacher Zhao more. Go to the square and dance for a while."

Teacher Zhao smiled politely and said that was good.

When the two got closer, Zhao Zecheng revealed something in his hand. Aunt Jiang glanced through the reading glasses, then smiled again: "Mr. Zhao is going to cook by himself today?"

The faculty dormitory at University B has good facilities. Although it is small, it has all the basic appliances needed, and there is an additional small kitchen with its own pots and pans. Although Zhao Zecheng hardly used it before Ji Rong appeared.

After getting along, Zhao Zecheng found that Ji Rong loves meat very much. Although he didn't say anything, if two people ordered the same dish, Ji Rong would definitely put the meat first, and he didn't even eat much rice.

But when eating out, you don't get much meat. Zhao Zecheng noticed Ji Rong's hesitation before daring to put his chopsticks on several times, and even secretly looked at him, looking a little pitiful.

After that, Zhao Zecheng often brought Ji Rong to cook by himself.He bought a large piece of meat, and he simply boiled it in soup or braised it in brown sauce, and Ji Rong could eat it happily.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, but Zhao Zecheng didn't stop at his feet.He was born tall and his steps were big, which was much different from the boys behind him. Aunt Jiang saw that the little boys were following him. One deliberately walked slower, and the other deliberately walked faster, and the pace was tacitly maintained.

The two walked to the elevator door, and the little boy was still standing diagonally behind him one meter away.

Teacher Zhao looked back, and Aunt Jiang laughed seeing him.

The next moment, Teacher Zhao changed the bag he was carrying, and took the little boy over.

The shoulders of the two of them leaned together at once, and Teacher Zhao rubbed his head affectionately with him.

The little boy had always been shy, probably because he was shy again and shrank his neck, but he was quickly caught by Teacher Zhao.

Aunt Jiang watched the two of them get into the elevator, and then withdrew her eyes, and sighed in her heart that the relationship is so good.

In the elevator, Ji Rong flinched again and pushed Zhao Zecheng.

Did not push away.

Zhao Zecheng put his arms around Ji Rong's shoulders, bent his elbows around his neck, and put his hand into Ji Rong's collar. He didn't know what he was doing inside, which made Ji Rong's face hot.

Ji Rong failed to push the person away twice, so he could only complain: "Don't press it..."

The ending sound changed because of Zhao Zecheng's sudden tugging.

Zhao Zecheng was very bad, he clamped the object on Ji Rong's chest with his index finger and middle finger and rubbed it, and his fingertips brushed the front end intentionally or unintentionally. On Zhao Zecheng's body, his chin rested on Zhao Zecheng's neck, panting.

Not only did Zhao Zecheng keep moving his hands, he also smiled softly in Ji Rong's ear and told him, "***."

Ji Rong buried himself deeper in Zhao Zecheng's arms.

After getting out of the elevator, the walking posture of the two changed from a safe distance of one meter to an intimacy. Zhao Zecheng embraced him and entered the room, then pressed his hands on the door and kissed for a long time.

The bought meat was thrown aside, and it was picked up again more than an hour later.

Ji Rong's face was already red, but after being steamed by the heat from the bathroom, it became even redder.

The place where his back was leaning against the door panel was also a little bloody due to the high-speed friction, and the shoulder blades were particularly obvious, while the back of his neck, which was protected by Zhao Zecheng, was much fairer.

While wiping his body with a towel, Ji Rong stared at himself in the mirror. After a few seconds, his back was covered in water vapor, and his skin color quickly changed from red to normal.

It wasn't until the shoulder blades were fully recovered that Ji Rong's squinting stopped.

The boy who was turned sideways in the mirror stood up straight, and a few plush objects with soft light extended from his back, which could barely sweep over the slightly painful shoulder blades just now.

But Ji Rong stared, but what was in his mind was not the length of the tail.

He was thinking that Zhao Zecheng's hand was also rubbed against the door, wondering if it would hurt.

This idea appeared when I felt the pain in my back when I just took a bath, and then I tossed and turned, always hovering there.Ji Rong even quickened his washing movements, put on his clothes and went out, and saw that Zhao Zecheng was already standing in the kitchen with his back to him, one arm was not moving, and the other was swinging up and down regularly.

Zhao Zecheng is chopping vegetables.

Ji Rong walked over a few steps, leaned out from behind him, and glanced at the back of Zhao Zecheng's hand.

Probably Zhao Zecheng is thicker than him. The back of his hand is clean and fair. Because his fingers are long and slender, even doing trivial tasks such as pressing the flesh and holding the knife, they look beautiful, and there is no sign of pain.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Zecheng noticed his small movements, stopped the knife, and turned his head to look at him.

Ji Rong always felt a little embarrassed to say look at your hands, so he said, "Look at your cooking."

Zhao Zecheng smiled at him, and he naturally raised the hand that was not holding the knife, avoiding touching Ji Rong, took him into his arms, and placed him between himself and the operating table.

Zhao Zecheng said, "It's more convenient to look at it this way."

Ji Rong's hair was just blow-dried, with some cool water vapor and the pleasant fragrance of shampoo.

Zhao Zecheng buried himself in Ji Rong's hair, sniffed it, and kissed him again, before continuing with his hands.

He cut the beef under the knife into pieces, washed it with water, and then walked slowly with Ji Rong in his arms, moving from the chopping board to the stove like a crab.

Ji Rong felt that this posture was a bit funny, so he curled up in his arms and smiled, Zhao Zecheng didn't ask him why he was smiling, but just kissed the top of his head again.

The beef is cooked in a pot with onion, ginger and garlic.

The water was very hot, and tiny air bubbles rose up, slowly cooking the surface of the meat and changing its color.

The two of them stared at each other for a while without speaking. Zhao Ze propped himself on the stove with one hand and stirred the pot with a tool in the other. A closed space was formed between him and the stove, which kept Ji Rong safe and sound. frame post.

Zhao Zecheng's arm rubbed against the skin on the outside of Ji Rong's arm slightly because of the stirring, and his back was also pressed by a large area of ​​heat, which made Ji Rong feel a feeling that is hard to describe, but if Ji Rong had to describe it, he would probably Said that he didn't want to leave, and hoped to post for a while longer.

After the water was fully boiled, Zhao Zecheng turned down the fire a bit, stopped stirring, and embraced Ji Rong, saying, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, I have to go home."

Ji Rong was stunned briefly. As a student of University B, he filled out the admission information clearly. Zhao Zecheng also had a brief exchange with him about the identity background of "orphan", which can not be completely regarded as real.

Ji Rong is not as lucky as Qian Nuo, and he can take care of his family in the form of a transformation, and has a younger sister like Qian Bing.There were hundreds of years before he turned into an arc, and he had long forgotten what his parents were like. Moreover, growing up in an environment where everyone in the Yaozu had no relatives, he had always been a little slow to family affection and even all emotions.

Ji Rong didn't think the "orphan" was like that, but Zhao Zecheng seemed to feel sorry for him. On the day he talked with him, he took him to an expensive restaurant and ate delicious beef, and it was especially special when he pressed him at night. gentle.

Zhao Zecheng is also very gentle now, he holds Ji Rong just right, not tight or loose, which always makes Ji Rong feel comfortable, after speaking, he moves Ji Rong around like a child, and asks him again: " Do you have any plans for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Ji Rong tried hard to think about it, but there was no arrangement.

Since the suspension of classes there, he didn't even go back much. He lived in Zhao Zecheng's staff dormitory almost every day. He only went back once to get some clothes, and he didn't see Qian Nuo.

If Zhao Zecheng hadn't mentioned it, Ji Rong would have almost forgotten that time flies so fast.These days, Ji Rong has been living under the shadow of "Zhao Zecheng", and every minute and every second of his actions is related to him, almost forgetting what the world without Zhao Zecheng is like.

Ji Rong was lost in thought, and Zhao Zecheng came over and kissed his face before he came back to his senses.

"Why are you in a daze?" Zhao Zecheng complained to him, and kissed him again.

Zhao Zecheng seemed to like Ji Rong's face very much, and kissed him very hard, and the tip of his nose would poke a hole in Ji Rong's face.

Ji Rong didn't hide, and after he finished kissing, he honestly said: "No."

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