Fanservice Paradox

"I'm tired." After trying many times and unable to pull Fang Juexia's arm, Pei Tingsong was tired and sat down against the wall, gasping next to him, but Fang Juexia still hummed there, "ache ..."

"Where does it hurt?"

With his head buried, Fang Jue Xia Urg complained violently, "Head and hand."

Pei Tingsong was helpless, "So what should I do, if you get up, will I show you whether it is knocking?"

"It hurts!" This time the little ostrich seemed impatient and his tone became irritable.

"Good, it hurts." Pei Tingsong really had mixed feelings. He was still worried about how embarrassing he would be with Fang Jue Xia, who had just shown off, but now the object changed unexpectedly and became demented. Fang Juexia is out.

"Touch your head!"

The little ostrich began to give orders, and Pei Tingsong didn't dare not listen.

"Okay, you know, touch your head." He put his hand on Fang Juexia's head and touched it gently. He couldn't help but think of the Maltese dog he raised when he was a child. He was very beautiful and liked to touch his head.

After only three or two strokes, Fang Juexia sullenly said, "No more pain."

"Does this work?" Pei Tingsong is a little bit happy, feeling that he is now a man who is very good at taking care of people. "Well, then wake up and wake up."

Unexpectedly, the little ostrich with his head still stretched out an arm towards him, "arm hurts."

Looking at the thin white arms, Pei Tingsong was confused, "Then ... touch your arms?"

"Ok."

How to touch this. Pei Tingsong felt that something was wrong, how could a man touch his arm against another man?

"I'll squeeze it for you." After he finished, he began to act like an abnormal blind masseur, kneading his eyes to Fang Juexia's arm with his eyes closed, and he didn't dare to make it too hard. Rebound.

He really paid too much for this family. Pei Tingsong thought.

"Okay, brother." Pei Tingsong was half tired, holding his wrist, "Can we get up?"

"It's so dark." Fang Juexia still didn't mean to get up at all, but shrank even more.

Pei Tingsong was very helpless, "Isn't it black? If you raise your head, it won't be dark, I'll turn on the light." As he moved closer, he turned Fang Juexia, who was facing the wall, to face him and stretched Trying to help him raise his head, this is not always a problem.

But Fangjue Xiafei not only did not cooperate, he even bit the hand that Pei Tingsong reached to his chin, biting it to death.

"Ah, it hurts so much ..." Pei Tingsong was angry and anxious, holding Fang Juexia's back neck to make him relieved.

"Look, you bit me, you look up at this tooth mark, the bite is bleeding!"

Fang Juexia still didn't look up, not only didn't look up, but also moved the fart and the unit to face the wall again, without any guilt.

This time, Pei Tingsong's patience was exhausted. He shook his bitten hand twice. Without a word, he picked up Fang Juexia and carried the whole person on his shoulders. Fang Juexia fluttered like a little fish on the shore, and the slippers were thrown away. Pei Tingsong hugged his legs with his arms, "Be honest."

"I don't want to fly! I don't want!"

Pei Tingsong was so angry and funny, "Why fly, I still want to fly." He supported Fang Juexia's back and put him on the bed, exhausted and panting, he was half on his back, his hands on the bed, The loss is mine, if you were with Ling Yi today ... "

Halfway through the words, he suddenly froze.

Fang Juexia was right under him, his lips half open, his chest falling together, and he was trying to breathe. Those beautiful eyes, always stubborn, were covered with mist, and even the eyes looking at him were soft.

Pei Tingsong's throat moved up and down, and his breathing became unnatural.

Probably because of drinking, Fang Juexia's eyes were red and connected with the extended red birthmark. His skin was too white, and when he was drunk, large patches of pink appeared, as if rubbed.

"Thirsty ..." Fang Juexia twisted on the quilt, tilting her head to the side, her mouth sticky, "I'm thirsty."

Pei Tingsong pulled away from some not-so-good reveries, and once again took on the responsibility of taking care of his brother, "Yes, I will get you some water." He was so hot that he took off his coat and walked to the table.

Should I drink some hot water if I'm drunk? Pei Tingsong was looking for a kettle, but he was not very good at it, and it took him a long time to figure out how to boil water.

"It's hot." Pei Tingsong glanced back, Fang Juexia was still shrinking in the quilt, just whispering something in his mouth, he couldn't hear clearly.

"I'm so difficult." Pei Tingsong whispered back, "I tell you, I have never taken care of anyone when I was so grown up, I was taken care of. , Your last life might be my ancestor. "

It was easy to wait for the hot water to boil. He poured out clumsily and almost burned himself. The water was just opened and he could not drink it directly. He added half of the mineral water and tried the temperature before Fang Jue Xia Duan passed.

As I got closer, I discovered that Fang Juexia was memorizing the multiplication table.

"Drink and drink." He was startled when he lifted the quilt, and it was all white, "Hey, how did you take off your T-shirt!"

Fang Juexia lay down on her side and drilled to the side of the bed facing Pei Tingsong, "I'm hot."

"I've caught a cold for a while!" Pei Tingsong rolled him up with a quilt and handed the glass to his mouth. "Drink water."

Fang Juexia groaned a whole cup under his feeding, smirked at him contentedly, the smile was sweet and soft, it was like changing a person.

"Close your eyes and sleep."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Juexia closed her eyes obediently.

It's pretty good. Pei Tingsong reached out his hand subconsciously, almost covering his soft hair. But he quickly stopped.

What are you doing?

Pei Tingsong Fei quickly stood up, he guessed he was also drunk.

Why can't you want to touch his head involuntarily?

"It's hot." Pei Tingsong took off his jacket with one hand and took his pajamas into the bathroom.

He needs a bath now to calm down.

When taking a shower, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but think of what Shang Siri said while drinking. Could it be that the traffic that didn't talk to the program crew really replaced Fang Juexia's official debut?

When they were together at Astar, they should be trainees of the same period.

Qi Yao is now the most popular men's group in the country. Guan Tui Liang has the best resources since his debut. The lead choreographer, choreographer is almost a fixed opening and ending C position. Although it is also countless in number, it is blessed by big companies after all, and it goes smoothly all the way.

Aiming at the piece of cake that was born, I still want to set up a high-intelligence merchant for myself.

Liren set up this kind of operation Pei Tingsong has never understood, the fake is fake, the more true it is, the more unbearable the piercing is.

He couldn't help thinking, when he heard the news about Liang Ruo, how did Fang Juexia feel about it, would he feel sorry, would he be sad?

If ... if he had not been forced to leave Astar, what would happen now?

They should not ...

"Boom!"

The sound of continuous pounding made Pei Tingsong awakened from his thoughts. He turned around and was so scared that he almost didn't slip. A series of words beginning with f burst out. Fang Juexia, who thought she was asleep, suddenly appeared at the door of the bathroom. The whole person was lying on the frosted glass door, patting the bathroom glass wall with his hand, "Let me let me in!"

The fogged glass made his figure even more sneaky. Pei Tingsong leaned against the wall and pulled the bath towel to dry the water.

Fang Juexia's face was tightly pressed against the glass, and his face was deformed. "My eyes are broken. How can I not see clearly ..." He took several shots of the glass door again. "I have counted a hundred. ,I caught you!"

Finished, he don't want to sleep tonight.

Pei Tingsong hastily changed clothes and opened the bathroom door. As a result, Fang Juexia, who was always ready, threw himself up and hugged him firmly with both hands.

"Catch you, catch you!"

He didn't wear clothes, so he barely threw himself into Pei Tingsong's arms. The whole person looked like a three-year-old. Pei Tingsong had to follow him, "Yes, you caught me, you won. Can you sleep?"

Fang Juexia looked up, her watery eyes blinked and blinked, "Sleep?"

"Yes, go to sleep." Pei Tingsong pulled him to the bed hard, and put his hands and feet into the quilt. "Look at you, it's cold, I don't care about you anymore."

"Don't." Fang Juexia hugged his arm, and felt so wronged that the tears would fall out in the next second.

When Pei Tingsong's sympathy rose, Fang Juexia screamed sweetly, "Little abacus ~" saying that he still stubbornly reached out his hand and scratched Pei Tingsong's chin, "Are you hungry? Go pour dog food for you ~ "

"I'm not your dog!" Pei Tingsong grabbed his hand. "Fang Juexia, you can see clearly. I'm Pei Tingsong. It's yours ..."

He paused, and Fang Jue's watery eyes blinked.

For a second, Pei Tingsong continued, "I am your teammate, you know?"

"Got a little abacus."

Bai said. Pei Tingsong sighed, and gave Fang Jue Xiaye a good quilt. Now Fang Juexia has a child's heart, he can only use the way of coaxing children, "Otherwise, shall we play the sleeping game? Is it the champion who sleeps first?"

Fang Juexia blinked, "So, is there a reward?"

"Reward ..." Pei Tingsong asked, "What reward do you want?"

Fang Juexia's mouth narrowed slightly, "I ... I want my father to change back to his original father."

Hearing this, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but frown.

What does this mean, what is the original father.

But he can't delve into more now. This is Fang Juexia's private affair. Now that he is drunk, he will accidentally say it. When he is awake, he will not want anyone to spy on his privacy.

"Okay, you can give everything you want, we are about to race!" After finishing Pei Tingsong turned off the lights, and thought of Fang Juexia's night blindness, leaving a bedside lamp. He got into his bed and was already tired from the plane. After so long at the hotel, he was exhausted. Pei Tingsong sighed in bed and closed his eyes.

He kept mumbling about it in his heart, praying that this guy should stop drinking, and gradually he himself was about to fall into a dream, his consciousness flowing out of the stretched body and flowing away.

In a trance, he felt the quilt being torn, something arched from his feet to his side. Pei Tingsong was confused, um. But he heard Fang Juexia's voice in his ear.

"Can I sleep with you, little abacus."

Pei Tingsong, who was almost asleep, awakened violently and opened his eyes to the people around him. Those innocent and poor eyes looked at him like this.

It's crazy.

"Don't you have a bed?" Pei Tingsong was helpless to the extreme. "You are already a big child. You have to learn to sleep on your own."

"But ..." Fang Juexia deflated his mouth and stopped talking.

"But what?" Pei Tingsong looked at him like an adult.

Fang Juexia's tone was pitiful, "But Dad came home today, I was a little scared, he, he was drinking again, would he scold me ..."

He didn't speak the logic and rules of Fang Jue Xia's past. It was completely a panic child. Although it was only a mess of words, Pei Tingsong probably knew.

"No," he touched Fang Juexia's head. "Don't be afraid."

Fang Juexia sucked his nose and looked at him, "Little abacus, my eyes are sick, do you know?"

Pei Tingsong nodded and touched his eyes with his fingers, "I know."

"Do you hate me then?" Fang Juexia had water vapor in her eyes, as if she would cry in the next second. Somehow, Pei Tingsong felt a pain in his heart, which was a strange feeling.

"Of course not." Pei Tingsong squeezed his cheek, "I am the kind of person, yuck, am I the kind of dog?"

Fang Juexia finally laughed, "Will you sleep with me?"

In the end, Pei Tingsong still compromised. He is obviously a bad-tempered, rebellious and unrestrained thorn, but every time he meets Fang Juexia, he will compromise and do what he never did. It seems that this person confiscated all his right to refuse.

"May be," Pei Tingsong knows that some people will turn up tomorrow morning and do not recognize people. Maybe he thought he would take advantage of him, so he took out his mobile phone and opened the recording software, "This is what you have to do with me. Sleeping together. "

"Well!" Fang Juexia was immediately happy, and his voice became sweeter. His eyes were bright, like two beautiful glass beads, which projected Pei Tingsong's face. "Can I hug you?"

After being asked by him like this, Pei Tingsong suddenly knotted his tongue and his ears were hot. "Just do whatever you want." After he finished speaking, he turned back to the other side and felt that he lived for ten or twenty years. It was his biggest compromise to have people sleep in the same bed.

But just a second later, Fang Juexia grabbed the clothes on his back and gently pulled, "I can't see you anymore."

"Fang Juexia, if you act like that again, you will regret it when you wake up tomorrow." Pei Tingsong sighed and turned to face him. "Let's do this."

"Hmm!" Fang Juexia arched upwards, really hugged his head like a puppy, and patted Pei Tingsong's back, "Little abacus, sleep ~"

Pei Tingsong, such a tall man close to one meter and nine, shrank into Fang Juexia's arms, and was pressed against his collarbone. The atmosphere dared not sip, let alone sleep.

"Sleep sleep ..." Fang Juexia began to sing indiscriminately, as if he really wanted to coax the puppy to sleep. First, the lullaby without tuning, and then somehow singing the snail and the yellowbird, and only singing the first sentence, repeatedly The vine sang Pei Tingsong finally couldn't stand it.

He took Fang Juexia's arm away and took him into his arms. The arm was under his neck, and the arms around him embraced him in his arms.

"I still hug you more comfortably." His chin rested on Fang Juexia's hair and patted Fang Juexia's back gently. "Sleep."

The child's mental Fang Juexia also patted Pei Tingsong's waist like he did, hugging him tightly, "Sleep, little abacus."

Finally settled down. Pei Tingsong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was the first hug between him and Fang Juexia, a real and tight hug, although neither of them was willing.

He once firmly believed that he and Fang Juexia must be two people walking on different tracks. Once they intersect, the consequences will only be bad, not good.

So this moment came too suddenly and too unexpectedly.

If time travel really exists in the world, Pei Tingsong crossed over a month ago and seeing this scene is probably terrifying. Recalling the passing of these days, Pei Tingsong felt as if they were forced into the same dramatic vortex, the more they thought about separation, the closer they were.

Feeling that Fang Juexia had nothing to do, Pei Tingsong reached out to reach his cell phone and turned off the recording. But at this moment, the person in his arms suddenly raised his head, holding Pei Tingsong's face with both hands, and came up under the dim light and gave him a kiss, maybe he wanted to kiss his chin, or maybe it was his cheek, but it didn't happen The thing is, their lips touched.

Sudden breathing.

"Thank you for staying with me, little abacus." He smirked, then drilled back into Pei Tingsong's arms, rubbed against his collarbone, and found his most comfortable posture to close his eyes safely.

Pei Tingsong's nerves seemed to be anesthetized, and he was slow until the dullness of his lips being hit continues at this moment. This time, it was completely and completely soft without the glass sugar paper. The touch in the memory was slowed down, touched, caught, left, rebounded, and the heartbeat of the weight of the pound was put down by the two or two temperatures. He could no longer return to calm, faster and faster, so fast that he was even afraid, across two tight chests, would the mad rabbit in his heart wake up the radish in Fang Juexia's heart.

bad.

He was attacked by a fudge.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, no matter how long he did n’t know how long, this heartbeat did not return to normal frequency. This close hug gave it a steady flow of energy, making it jump crazy and fresh, basically Regardless of Pei Tingsong's brain resistance.

This is his first kiss.

Pei Tingsong tried hard to convince himself that he was cool and very cool. Kissing and kissing was nothing, not to mention that it had already been tried once when passing sugar paper.

But his persuasion didn't seem to have much effect. Epinephrine rose regardless. Fang Juexia's scent of shampoo confused his brain. He felt dizzy and out of breath.

Obviously the energy has been overdrawn, but Pei Tingsong just could n’t fall asleep, he did n’t even dare to move, for fear of waking the person in his arms.

An unexpected kiss stuffed 10,000 butterflies into his chest. They fluttered their wings and tried to fly out of his throat. They conspired to plan a tsunami in a sea full of alcohol.

The innocent killer in his arms was finally tired and fell asleep, motionless like a soft doll, very well-behaved. Only Pei Tingsong knows all over the world that this is a beautiful weapon with great lethality.

And he is a fool holding a small bomb.

Dizzy, I didn't know how long I slept, a headache pulled Fang Juexia out of deep sleep, and the consciousness floated. Confused with thoughts, he couldn't open his eyes. He just felt sore on his body, and he moved. Someone immediately felt a pair of arms around him, tightened, and patted his back.

I heard a familiar low voice faintly, with drowsiness, "Good ..."

obedient?

What a strange dream.

The subconsciously tightened hug compresses the distance between the two to almost nothing left. The embarrassment is that although Fang Juexia is not sure if the sound he just heard is true, but his thigh accidentally touched somewhere, the touch is real Go too far.

He jerked back, pushed away Pei Tingsong who hadn't awoke, and grabbed the quilt and stepped back to the bed.

"Pei Tingsong!"

This was the first time he was so emotional.

Pei Tingsong frowned, "What's wrong ..." He opened his eyes and saw Fang Juexia's standard posture after a bully woman was bullied, and her dull brain was sober.

Sure enough, he knew.

At this time Pei Tingsong had to sigh about his genius for the rainy day.

"Wait, let's calm down." Pei Tingsong moved closer, but he actually wanted to take his cell phone and show the evidence to Fang Juexia.

But Fang Juexia didn't know what he was going to do. He only knew that when he woke up, he found that he was holding his bare upper body tightly in his arms, and the guy who seemed to be the initiator was still approaching. "It's you who should calm down." He coughed, "And below you ..."

below?

Pei Tingsong, who had not yet fully awoke, looked down and then whispered.

"Is this normal in the morning?" He looked shameless and scratched his sleepless hair. "You are also a man. You have nothing to fuss about. This is a function of normal function. You don't do you know?"

"Shut up." Fang Juexia didn't want to listen to what middle school physiology class he was taking. "Why do you want to hold me to sleep? Didn't you say you weren't gay?" His soul tortured.

Pei Tingsong said nothing.

Shouldn't you ask yourself?

Last night, a bit of a small abacus smelt and sticked to him, and he turned his face when he opened his eyes.

Angry and angry, Pei Tingsong is sober, he knows that Fang Juexia is the kind of stubborn personality that does not hit the south wall and does not look back, so he decided to get his carefully preserved evidence, "OK, I will tell you why."

Fang Juexia panicked all at once, and his brain was messed up, and the man kept approaching him again.

What about his coat?

Isn't Pei Tingsong really gay? This thought is lingering.

He stretched out his hand to resist, but Pei Tingsong grasped his wrist and said, "Don't move." After that, he touched the other hand around the pillow, "Where did you go?"

"You let me go." Fang Juexia's remaining hand also began to struggle.

Pei Tingsong was so impatient with him, so he grabbed his other hand and pressed it on him, as if he were a domineering gesture, "I told you not to move. Know how well you were last night ? "

"you!"

"Turning his face after sleep ..." He stared at Fang Juexia, the anger in his eyes softened again, "Obey. When I find ..."

Before he had finished speaking, there was a bang-banging sound from outside, and then a loud voice with great penetrating power from Ling Yi.

"Dangdang Dangdang! Caledo Reunion Special! Raid Check In The Morning!"

Fuck.

The author has something to say: Brother Video: Do ​​you think they are awake?

Ling Yi: Juexia doesn't sleep lazy ~

Brother Video: Is it appropriate for us to go in now?

Ling Yi: What's wrong, they won't sleep on a bed!