Walking to the door of his room, Fucheng took out the room card and opened the door. With a crisp sound, the door opened, but Fucheng's hand pressed on the door handle and did not push it open. He turned around and said, "Teacher Zhuo, don't you go back to the room?"

Zhuo Huan stood behind him, looking at him with a smile in his eyes: "Fucheng, what do you like?"

The same problem, an hour ago, the man once told him in the underwater restaurant.

His lips were slightly pursed, and Fucheng replied calmly: "Actually, I don't like monk's hat jellyfish, I like dolphins."

Zhuo Huan showed a surprised expression: "Wow, what you are talking about is the dolphin that is in heat every day, except humans, except humans, and the only animal who is not for reproduction, but simply because she likes **, so she is *** every day?"

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng said expressionlessly: "I'm going back to the room, Teacher Zhuo."

"Fucheng."

When he pronounced these two words in a lingering and ambiguous voice, he should have been very dissatisfied with this person, Fucheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at him. The next second, Zhuo Huan suddenly leaned forward. Fucheng froze. The man leaned against his ears, and his warm breath spewed on his earlobes, and he whispered-

"what do you like……"

"You like me."

The world suddenly became quiet.

When he returned to the room, the door was closed behind him. Fucheng stood quietly against the door panel for a long time. He took a deep breath and finally walked towards the bedroom. He took out his notebook from his suitcase and sorted out the email from Lovens into the document software on his computer. Then, he took a pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

But for a long time, the sound of water came from the room.

When the hair is blown dry, the screen of the phone placed on the wash basin is on.

Fu Cheng picked it up and looked at it, his eyes stopped on the word "Zhuo Huan" for a while, but he still clicked on the message.

【Zhuo Huan:[Picture]】

Fucheng frowned.

The photos on the mobile phone screen are the door handles of the hotel room.

What did he do for filming this?

【Fucheng:?】

[Zhuo Huan: Can't get in.]

…?

[Zhuo Huan: Oh, my two room cards are there for you.]

After a long silence, Fucheng sent a message.

[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo, I remember that the door of the room is a password lock, you can enter the password and enter it.]

[Zhuo Huan: I can't remember the password.]

Fucheng: "..."

[Zhuo Huan: It took half an hour before you replied to my message, what did you do?]

Fucheng didn't answer.

[Zhuo Huan: Don’t you come and help me open the door?]

Three minutes later, Fucheng walked to the end of the corridor with two room cards.

Next to the warm-colored wall of the hotel, Zhuo Huan leaned against the door frame, put his hands in his pockets, and watched him approach step by step.

Fu Cheng calmly took out two room cards from his pajama pocket and swiped open the door lock. He handed both room cards to Zhuo Huan: "You can contact the front desk and ask them to help you open the door."

"You took a shower?"

Fucheng: "…Hmm."

"What a coincidence, I washed it too."

Fu Cheng nodded. The next moment, he suddenly reacted, raised his head, and opened his eyes wide in surprise: "You haven't been at the door..."

The wrist was suddenly pulled by someone. Zhuo Huan pressed the door handle with one hand and pulled Fu Cheng's wrist with the other, pulling him into the door. Two room cards fell on the carpet at the entrance of the door and fell silently in.

After entering the room, Fucheng's eyes were spinning. Everything happened too quickly. He was pressed on his wrist and pressed against the door panel. When he raised his head, he felt a kiss with a faint tobacco smell. Zhuo Huan had just taken a shower. The shampoo was verbena fragrance, but his mouth was filled with a deep and bitter smell of smoke.

He held Fucheng's wrist with one hand and held his cheek with the other, kissing him gently and frantically.

The biting and sucking of lips and tongue made the breath tightly entangled. Fucheng gradually softened his body and leaned against the door panel. He hugged Zhuo Huan's waist with both hands and kissed him with his head.

He lowered his head and kissed the man. Zhuo Huan's hand fell naturally on the buttons of the pajamas. He unbuttoned one by one.

The kiss moves slowly from the soft lips to the eyelids, eyelashes, nose bridge...

Unbuttoned the last button, and the pajamas seemed to be taken off like this, but Fu Cheng grabbed his hand.

His deep eyes stared at the young man in front of him quietly, and Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng without saying a word. He did not speak, but the powerful sense of oppression that could not be ignored made Fucheng's hot lips gradually dry. He raised his throat and whispered: "Don't."

Zhuo Huan looked at him silently.

He didn't move, just hugged Fucheng and looked at him silently.

After a long time, he calmly voiced, suppressed his **, and said with a smile: "Nine months, Fucheng, you let me guard you for nine months..."

Fucheng silently said: "I don't."

Zhuo Huan raised his chin and forced him to look at him: "You like me."

Fucheng didn't speak.

"You like me very much."

"You want to be with me."

"You can't live without me..."

Fucheng suddenly said, "I can't understand you, what are you thinking, Zhuo Huan."

His expression was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, Zhuo Huan smiled.

"Do you really don't understand!"

Fu Cheng pursed his lips tightly, and he felt his whole body burning. He shouted wildly in his heart that he should turn around and leave. He should open the door behind him and leave here. However, he could not move.

Then, Zhuo Huan leaned forward and bit Fucheng's earlobe.

"I like you..."

In an instant, all reason and thoughts collapsed.

Fucheng stared at the man in front of him in a daze.

Zhuo Huan kissed his eyes, his nose bridge, and his lips.

Fucheng couldn't help but kissed him back. Then, he was out of control.

They kissed wildly, and the passion was like a prairie fire, burning everything.

As designed for the purpose, the pajamas were taken off and thrown on the ground. As early as the first day of staying in the Sailing Hotel, Fucheng discovered that its condoms were different from other hotels. They were not placed in the bedside table in the bedroom, but in the cabinet next to the safe.

However, Zhuo Huan reached out and took out the condom from the bedside table.

The mirror on the ceiling of the bedroom reflects mottled colors. A dim bedside lamp was left in the room, and the light and shadow gradually overlapped. The plastic packaging was torn off, leaving only the last step. Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed the young man in front of him. The kiss was lingering and romantic, and the tip of his tongue licked and bit each other.

However, at that moment, Fucheng suddenly became scared. He put his face away and avoided Zhuo Huan's kiss.

But I just avoided the kiss and didn't do anything else.

Zhuo Huan was stunned and looked at him quietly. After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes and the shadows on the wall completely blended together.

Only a low breath.

When the pain was no longer so clear, Fucheng shouted in a hoarse voice: "Zhuo Huan..."

"Um?"

Fucheng shut his mouth and stopped talking, except for the unsuppressed single-byte sound flowing from his lips.

nothing.

He just suddenly discovered...

He really likes this man.

...

Any sport, no matter where it is, will consume a lot of energy as long as it continues to last for fifty minutes.

The light at the head of the bed was shining heavily, Zhuo Huan leaned against the bed board, biting a cigarette in his mouth, and the lighter lit it.

Halfway through the process, the phone rang and someone sent a message. Now that I have finished, Zhuo Huan lowered his head and smoked a cigarette while holding his phone to reply to the message. Qingche's eyes were filled with a rich color, and he slowly exhaled a cigarette ring.

Fucheng gradually recovered from his senses. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that it was not very real. The bend of his right leg was still a little hot. Fucheng inexplicably thought that it was because he was being carried by someone and had been lifted for a long time?

He pursed his lips.

"Is there any cigarette?"

A low and dumb and sexy voice came from the side. Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment and turned around and looked.

I saw Fu Cheng leaning against the bed with a calm expression, and he had already sat upright.
To be continued...