Pei Tingsong was left in place, thinking about the sentence Fang Juexia left to him repeatedly in his heart. Every syllable was disassembled, surrounding the heart like a butterfly, spinning in his chest.

He has never liked someone so much.

Pei Tingsong, who has been immersed in humanistic imagination since childhood, is always arrogant because he is good at playing small tricks of writing. Only after meeting Fang Juexia did he truly see a new world, a world completely different from that in the cage.

Because of the emergence of the proposition, there are conditions for liking.

Fang Juexia is the romanticist and a natural poet in his heart.

He satisfies a person's entire fantasy of first love.

When he returned to the dormitory, He Ziyan and Lu Yuan had not had enough fun, so they occupied the game console in the living room, put on VR glasses and played double rows together. Fang Juexia helped Pei Tingsong remove the rope. His hands were much better, not as inconvenient as before.

"I can just rush it myself."

Fang Juexia was still a little surprised, "Don't I need to help you?"

He had just finished playing basketball, and his fair face was red after exercise. He was like a plump peach under the light of the bathroom. Every tiny fluff became translucent. His red lips opened slightly when he spoke, moving vividly, and he could vaguely see the tip of his tongue hidden inside.

"If you really help me." Pei Tingsong's eyes unconsciously focused on his lips, lowered his head slightly, and leaned closer to Fang Juexia, "Maybe it's not something that can be solved by just rushing around."

Perhaps because of the fact that he had said a lot during the day, Pei Tingsong's voice sounded a little hoarse.

What does this mean?

Fang Juexia was used to figuring out Pei Tingsong's implicit meaning. It was a good thing in the past, but now if he does this, it seems that he will easily fall into the restricted penalty area. He subconsciously licked his lips, put his lower lip in and pursed it. This was a small move he used to when he was embarrassed, but Pei Tingsong's heart even more itchy.

Outside the bathroom, there was a fierce battle between teammates playing games. When you say something, the situation was urgent. Through a door, the situation inside seemed to be similar.

"Why don't you talk?" Pei Tingsong took a step closer, and Fang Juexia subconsciously took a step back and retreated to the cold tiled wall.

He was forced into a tango with no way out.

"If you don't need help, I'll go out first."

Seeing that he was forced to do so, Pei Tingsong chuckled softly, and this laughter pulled Fang Juexia back to escape. Not long ago, he still loved the boy, but once the initiative was returned, he seemed to be back to the unstoppable Fang Juexia.

Pei Tingsong surrounded him between the wall and his body, and set up a small space. "Are you thinking now that this proposition is true, but not all the conditions are liked."

Pei Tingsong said this, which was joking. But it was indeed his inner thoughts. Sometimes he was worried that his overly straightforward heart would scare Fang Juexia. He was so gentle and restrained, and perhaps he could not accept too frank desires.

So he mostly chooses to hide.

Fang Juexia, who was hesitating to take the initiative, raised her head when she heard this, her eyes were open and confident, "No, it's all the conditions."

Pei Tingsong froze.

Fang Juexia was more honest than he thought, "I may not be fully prepared, but I like it all."

Seeing his upright appearance, Pei Tingsong showed a surrender expression on his face. How could anyone be so good at controlling his life? While confessing to him that he was not ready, he also said that he liked it with such a innocent and clean expression.

While arousing your desire to destroy, it also inspires your desire to protect.

"Okay, then I'll just pre-prove one kiss."

After saying that, Pei Tingsong put his lips on Fang Juexia, held him in his arms with one hand, and pressed him tightly. The compressed air seemed to become a kind of glue, sticking to each other. All the love lingers on the edge of the cliff, and jumping down is the abyss of love and desire.

Fang Juexia raised his head slightly. He did not resist. He was even a little indulgent than before. He raised his hand and gently hugged Pei Tingsong's waist. At this moment, Pei Tingsong pried open his soft lips and went deeper.

His hands were placed along the hem of his shirt, pressed against his waist, and tightened his arms. The tip of his tongue was soft, and the waist was also. Fang Juexia's skin was covered with a layer of sweat, which made him feel hot. So he also became hot, and every splashing blood was burning, warming uncontrollably in the fuzzy fusion of boundaries.

The unmelted ice cream is the sweetest, wet and soft, and it melts with a slight sip, melts in every part of the mouth, flows into the throat and buried in the body with saliva.

A kiss can fill a whole body.

Pei Tingsong had a clear understanding of himself and knew where the bottom line of his concentration was, so he did not continue and let go of Fang Juexia.

Spring retreats from the cold winter, and a trace of melting snow water is involved.

Finally, he printed a long kiss on his lips. Pei Tingsong reluctantly lowered his head and put his forehead on Fang Juexia's shoulder. He really liked Fang Juexia so much that he didn't want to leave any regrets for his first love experience. It would be natural, and the two of them were in love. It would be better that they would be beautiful no matter how long they would recall it.

Because he has missed too much, and the start is so bad that he wants to take every step ahead.

But his birth bad habits are clamoring again, wanting to possess, wanting to ravage, and wanting to destroy him under his own body.

Love is contradictory.

"I'll give you a shot first." His voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was childish. "Some implicit conditions may be more extreme than you think, very scary and very bad."

Fang Juexia had not completely pulled away from the lingering kiss just now, her chest was slightly undulating and her legs were weak. But when he heard Pei Tingsong's half-threatening words, he couldn't help laughing.

"I'm not as fragile as you think." After saying that, he turned his head, kissed Pei Tingsong's head, and whispered, "What's more, I've seen your bad side a long time ago."

As he was speaking, there was a noise of closing the door outside, followed by Ling Yi's voice. Fang Juexia was a little alert, and Pei Tingsong also got up from him and half pushed him out, "You go to the second bedroom to take a shower."

Fang Juexia was just pushing her back and was about to go out. Before leaving the bathroom, she turned around quickly and kissed Pei Tingsong's chin.

Then he left briskly and flew away like a little lark.

Pei Tingsong's heart was also taken out. He returned to the innermost part of the bathroom. The Song and Ming Neo-Confucianism and Kantian moral philosophical theories, which preserved the laws of nature and destroyed human desires, poured them into his mind one after another, and together with the cold water poured from the shower, the fire lit by Fang Juexia was extinguished.

The theory of destroying human desires cannot play a role in destroying human desires, and it is really a torment to be twenty years old.

The busy itinerary has accelerated the days, and it is time for the whole group to record variety shows.

This variety show is already a veteran TV variety show, with a high national popularity. Many families turn on TV to watch this show on Fridays. It is conceivable how difficult it is to win this resource. I think Qiyao's debut variety show was "Happy Friday". After that, he gained countless fans and became a hit. For Carido in the past, he could not even think of such resources.

The recording location was not in Beijing. They flew over one night in advance and stayed in the hotel arranged by the program team. Given that Pei Tingsong's hand injury, Cheng Qiang was worried that it would be inconvenient for him, so he took special care of the room when dividing the room, "Jiang Miao and Lu Yuan, Zi Yan and Ling Yi, get your room card and Juexia lives alone."

Ling Yi shook the room card in his hand, "Hey? Does Juexia live by himself? It's so good."

Fang Juexia didn't expect that he took the room card in his hand and asked Cheng Qiang, "Where is Xiao Pei?"

"Xiao Pei follows me," Cheng Qiang patted Pei Tingsong on the shoulder with a kind expression in his heart, "If there is anything, I can take care of you."

"I don't." Pei Tingsong said disgusted, "You can't take good care of yourself, and you still take care of me."

Cheng Qiang rolled his eyes, "Then who do you want to be with? Your captain can do it? He has become a group mother."

Jiang Miao smiled awkwardly, "I can't. My arms were a little sore when practicing guzheng recently, otherwise..." He pushed Fang Juexia to Pei Tingsong, "Juexia is better."

Of course, Fang Juexia was willing to take care of Pei Tingsong, and it was not the first time they stayed in a hotel together, so it probably didn't matter. When they woke up, they were the first person they liked, and this feeling was also very good.

Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong refused, "Forget it, let's talk to Brother Qiang, I was having fun just now."

"You guys just need to be cleaned up."

Fang Juexia was a little confused, but she didn't expect that her little fantasy would be wiped out. They walked towards the elevator, and Pei Tingsong was beside him, rubbing his left arm with his drooping right arm, swinging back and forth, and rubbing the back of his hands from time to time.

"You go to bed by yourself," Pei Tingsong suddenly whispered, "It's comfortable to sleep by yourself."

"Yeah." Fang Juexia nodded and entered the innermost part of the elevator with him. Cheng Qiang and Jiang Miao instructed the recording of the program to block in front of them. When the elevator rose, Fang Juexia lowered her eyes and glanced at Pei Tingsong's half-folded cuffs with his right hand, so she reached out, turned his sleeves down, and pulled them down.

The feeling of touching the wrist was strange, as if something was scratching the heart. Pei Tingsong took a breath silently, resisting the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to hold hands.

In order to be in a better state, they did not stay too late and rested. Fang Juexia had almost never stayed in a hotel before. Most of the time, she was with Ling Yi and occasionally changed others. To be honest, his personality made him more accustomed to being alone, and a quiet and lonely space was actually his comfort zone.

He opened his suitcase, packed up his changing clothes, washed, and blew his hair, then sat on the bed to reply to unprocessed messages, made a phone call with his mother, and everything was done in an orderly manner. He should rest.

It was strange that it was a rare time to be alone, but Fang Juexia couldn't sleep. He lay on the bed, turned over and turned over, and looked at the moonlight outside the hotel window.

He didn't say anything in the hotel lobby, and he didn't even walk towards the elevator. But at this moment, Fang Juexia had to admit that he wanted to be in the same room as Pei Tingsong.

He was very smart and guessed why Pei Tingsong didn't choose to be in the same room with him in the end. But this made him even more nervous and made him have some ambiguous reverie late at night.

Fang Juexia sat up, took the notebook he brought back to the bed, covered it with the quilt. His fingers were indecisively on the keyboard, and his eyes remained in the blank search bar.

He is a good student and has received a good physiological education, but boys and boys have never appeared in the scope of what he has learned. So he feels that he should learn it.

In another room across the aisle, Cheng Qiang helped Pei Tingsong remove the rope on his body, and then helped him take off his coat.

"When will the plaster on my hand be removed?" Pei Tingsong asked.

Cheng Qiang worked hard to help this guy who was taller than him take off his underwear, recalling what the doctor said before, "Last time the doctor said that a wrist fracture can usually be removed in about two weeks. But for the specific situation, you have to go to the hospital to take an video to see how healed. When you go back to Beijing, you will take you to a follow-up visit."

Pei Tingsong nodded, sat back on the bed, stared at the heavy plaster on his hand, and sighed. At the beginning, he felt that the injury was good and he could use it to threaten Fang Juexia to take care of him, but now he felt that this thing was cumbersome and affected his performance.

"Oh, have you received an email from Miss Pei?"

When Pei Tingsong said that, it was funny, "I never read emails. If Mr. Pei still had my younger brother in his heart, he would call me."

The siblings are really. Cheng Qiang sat down, "You are really siblings, one is more stubborn than the other, and they make me feel bad when they are stuck in it. Every time you ignore her, she will send me an email. Every time I see her English name, I feel trembling."

"Then I don't care, she doesn't care about me either." Pei Tingsong lay down on his back.

Cheng Qiang shook his head, "I think so, who can control you?"

"Who..." Pei Tingsong looked at the snow-white ceiling, his mind full of Fang Juexia's face.

When I was a child, I heard my grandfather recite the Journey to the West and thought it was absurd. I described Sun Wukong so well before. The heaven and earth could do everything, and the life and death book would be destroyed as soon as it was destroyed, and the Nine Heavens would be disturbed as soon as it was disturbed. But later, I was held down by one hand and suppressed for five hundred years.

Pei Tingsong thought about it now, and thought it was not absurd at all, but very realistic.

He was also held in one hand, wrapped gently, unable to turn over or escape.

The night is the same, but everyone's sleep is different. He Ziyan woke up early and complained that Ling Yi night was talking to him in his sleep, and even pulled Fang Juexia to ask him how he could endure it.

Ling Yi defended himself, "It was just last night! I was too tired from flying!"

Hearing the two words last night, Fang Juexia thought of his "research" and spoke a little guilty, "Yes... Ling Yi doesn't talk to her sleep."

Several people were making noise in the car. Fang Juexia looked out the car window. It was southerly weather, and the air was moist and a hint of coolness.

Spring in many cities is like here, composed of continuous rain, but spring in Beijing is filled with falling clouds. Once the poplar flying around stops, spring will be almost over.
To be continued...