In just a few tens of seconds, Fu Jia went through three stages of doubting the world, doubting Lu Qi'an, and doubting herself.
Then he realized that Lu Qi'an really kissed him.
This is not his imagination, because he has no idea that kissing can be done to such an extent that not only the lips and teeth touch, but even the tongues are intertwined.
Compared with what he did to Lu Qi'an in the infirmary, this is much more comfortable.
The moment he realized this, Fu Jia's body wrapped in the blanket heated up rapidly. The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the blanket was a winter blanket, which was tightly wrapped around him, airtight, and almost suffocated him to death.
He tugged at the blanket, freeing his upper body from the blanket. This time he held back his shame, didn't wrap his hands around his body, and didn't tremble.
After being kissed by Lu Qi'an, this bit of shame is nothing at all.
He was sweating all over, and asked tremblingly: "Why…why did you do this suddenly?"
Lu Qi'an took Fu Jia's face back after pinching Fu Jia's face. There was a long-lasting heat on the fingertips, because Fu Jia's face was too hot. He asked back: "Don't you want it?"
Fu Jia's forehead was full of sweat, insisting not to be distracted by him, and said: "It's not a question of whether I want it or not, the question is, you don't like me…why do you still want me?" Want to kiss me?"
He was puzzled.
People are responsible for what they say. Although there is a position for a while, thoughts and situations change rapidly, often trapping people in what they said in the past.
Lu Qi'an thought for a while, and said: "The time your face was injured, you lied to me that you injured it from a fall, remember?"
Fu Jia didn't understand why he wanted to mention this at this time. He tried to recall his state of mind at that time, but his memory was blurred. A few months were enough for him to separate those dark feelings from his body. Looking back now, he only felt strange and distant.
Fu Jia whispered, "I remember, but I didn't mean to lie to you."
"I know, do you remember why you lied to me?" Lu Qi'an asked.
Fu Jia lowered his head, a little embarrassed to say, "Because I feel very ashamed."
"Yes." Lu Qi'an responded, as if to appease Fu Jia. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from Fu Jia's forehead, and said slowly, "So you should be able to understand that you will lie, and I will lie too."
People are responsible for what they say, and he has already done everything. preparation.
Lu Qi'an's words were too tactful, Fu Jia couldn't turn the corner for a long time, he stammered, "So…so…"
Did you lie to me?
do you like me?
When this critical point was reached, the fleshy bone was delivered to his mouth, but he dared not open his mouth to bite it down.
Lu Qi'an didn't wait patiently for him to figure it out bit by bit. He picked up the towel he had prepared earlier in the morning, soaked it in a hot water basin, wrung it dry, and said to Fu Jia, "Give me your hand."
Fu Jia hesitated for a moment , stretched out his hand.
Lu Qi'an held his wrist, put the towel on the inside of his arm, and asked, "Is it hot?" The
towel was soft and moist, a little hot, but it was comfortable for Fu Jia who had been drenched in the rain.
Fu Jia trembled, resisted not hiding, and said, "It's okay.
After confirming that the temperature is right, Lu Qi'an let go of Fu Jia's wrist, and instead supported his shoulder, wiped from the neck, and then went down a little bit.
When he touched Fu Jia's collarbone, he reacted violently. He not only hid back, but also blocked his chest with his hands.
Lu Qi'an carefully observed his expression, and made sure that he was only blushing because of shyness, and did not show any discomfort. Then he pulled his hand away and continued to help him wipe his body.
Fu Jia is very thin, thinner than Lu Qi'an has always imagined: the abdomen is slightly sunken inward, and the ribs are protruding. This is not what a boy of his age should have physique.
Fu Jia was brought home by Lin Qing after she was eight years old. Before she was eight years old, her life was not optimistic, and she even wandered on the streets for a while. After being taken back to the villa by Lin Qing, although Mrs. Chen was in charge of daily life, Mrs. Chen never gave her sincerity to Fu Jia, and all she did was to keep him alive.
Lu Qi'an wiped Fu Jia's entire upper body from top to bottom, without avoiding nipples, navel and other sensitive parts, focusing as if he was doing a job. During this period, he changed the water twice to ensure that the towels were always hot.
Fu Jia was not as calm as he was, and suffered a lot physically and mentally. Everywhere Lu Qi'an wiped with the towel brought goose bumps off his skin, and even after the towel left, there was still a lingering itching.
When Lu Qi'an put the towel back into the basin and didn't pick it up again, Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the ordeal was finally over.
The next second, Lu Qi'an said, "Take off your pants." With
a bang, Fu Jia heard the sound of the world collapsing.
He shrank back with horror in his eyes and said, "No…"
Lu Qi'an stretched out his hand to grab his ankle as if he didn't hear it. After covering in the warm room for so long, Fu Jia's feet were still cold, which made his attitude harden, and he asked, "Why not, do you have an injury on your leg?"
Fu Jia shook his head in a hurry, his eyes were red with anxiety He said, "No! Let go of me first, and talk later, okay? Just wait…"
Fu Jia bowed her waist, trying to shrink her body, and put her hands between her legs hesitatingly, trying her best to cover up wearing something.
Lu Qi'an was worried that he was covering the wound on his body, so he frowned, stood up from the chair, leaned on the edge of the bed and pressed towards him, and broke his hand with all his strength—
even if Fu Jia had great strength, he couldn't fight Lu Qi'an who was serious, and even more so. What's more, he is only half breathed now. Lu Qi'an controlled his hands with one hand, and told him to raise them above his head obediently. At the same time, Lu Qi'an pressed Fu Jia's thigh with his knee, forcing him to spread out.
This posture is very convenient, Lu Qi'an can see at a glance that Fu Jia is desperately trying to cover the place.
There… is the crotch, which is bulging out of a distinct shape.
Also male, Lu Qi'an quickly realized what happened. Seeing that he saw it, Fu Jia almost fainted on the spot.
It's okay if you don't make it clear, but once you make it clear, the lustful color of Fu Jia's body can be seen at a glance.
He got an erection.
Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, the root of his tongue was numb, and he tasted a sweet taste. It seemed that Fu Jia's tongue that he had licked before was still in his mouth.
"You…" He only said one word, and Fu Jia begged, "Don't look at it, it will disappear soon…"
Lu Qi'an pursed his lips, feeling a little headache. Lust is an unreasonable thing, he didn't deliberately tease Fu Jia, but Fu Jia still reacted.
The reason is very simple.
Lu Qi'an closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, relaxed Fu Jia's hands and knees, and sat back on the chair beside the bed.
He clenched his hands and said nothing.
Fu Jia glanced up at him, quickly knelt down on the bed and curled up into a ball, pulled the blanket to cover herself, and remained motionless. "It will be fine soon." Fu Jia buried her face in her arms and said sullenly.
He never dreamed that he and Lu Qi'an would have this day. When he hugged and kissed Lu Qi'an, Lu Qi'an turned blue with anger and called him a lunatic, but today he took the initiative to hug him, kiss him, and wipe his body with a towel.
His movements are careful and gentle, even a stone will be softened, not to mention Fu Jia yearns for Lu Qi'an so much, thinking about him every day makes his intestines break.
He verbally said that it would be good to wait a while, but in fact… Fu Jia was completely hopeless: How could he be soft?
Desire comes very naturally. His thoughts followed Lu Qi'an's hand all the time, and he didn't notice the abnormality in his lower body. By the time he found out, it had been hard for an unknown amount of time.
He puts his hand in his mouth and bites, scratching his lungs to feel it, before coming out hard and fast. He tried his best to endure it, but he still couldn't help twisting his waist, letting his hard cock rub against the sheet.
He buried his head, but he knew that Lu Qi'an hadn't left and was sitting next to him, and he might even be able to clearly see his secretly grinding the sheets. He found desperately that if Lu Qi'an didn't leave, he would most likely ejaculate on the bed sheet.
Just when he was dizzy, the blanket covering his body was lifted off. Fu Jia looked at the past with wet eyes, and found that Lu Qi'an's eyes were as gentle as coaxing a child.
Fu Jia had a sore nose and couldn't help but said, "I'm so uncomfortable…"
"I know." Lu Qi'an said, and picked him up with a blanket, half in his arms.
Fu Jia stretched her arms around his neck, and all the grievances of the whole day broke out at this moment. He arched his neck without direction, and said, "They teased me first. What happened today is not my fault. It's my fault." They lied to me and asked me to buy you coffee, it was raining heavily outside, I was afraid that the scarf would get wet, so I put it in the classroom, but when I came back, I found that they had taken the scarf apart and stepped on the ground…"
He said There is no beginning or end, but Lu Qi'an can almost piece it together when he thinks about the scene at that time.
Fu Jia not only arched his head back and forth, but also kept rubbing his lower body against him. Although thin, Fu Jia was a boy after all, and Lu Qi'an could hardly hug him.
He reached into the blanket that wrapped Fu Jia, and touched Fu Jia's erect penis through his trousers. The thing was very hot to the touch, and it was raised high in the trousers, protruding a big bag, obviously it had been held in for a long time.
He just touched it lightly, and Fu Jia made a thin and high-pitched sound from his throat, arched his back, and kicked his feet. Lu Qi'an was afraid that he would fall off the bed, so he lightly reprimanded him: "Don't move!"
Fu Jia couldn't hear anything, and gasped at his neck.
Lu Qi'an was a little helpless, let go of his hand, and talked to him to divert his attention: "What's the matter with the scarf?"
Fu Jia shook his head, but still didn't listen. He felt Lu Qi'an take his hand away, straightened up anxiously, and wanted to rub his hand with his crotch.
Lu Qi'an's breathing accelerated, and he felt a burst of hot air from his body, burning his mouth dry. He sighed, put his hand back, and helped Fu Jia move his penis through his pants.
The rough and clumsy technique, but Fu Jia hummed in comfort.
Lu Qi'an endured the heat and listened to him, and asked again: "What's the matter with the scarf?"
Fu Jia's eyes were out of focus, and he stammered, "I wove it for you…"
After finishing the last word, his The body trembled and shot out.
Lu Qi'an felt the shaking of the penis in his hand, and the accompanying wetness, and his body tensed up.
It was the first time that Fu Jia was taken out by someone she liked, and the pleasure was so strong that she couldn't recover for a long time.
That face was full of loss of consciousness after lust was satisfied, Lu Qi'an looked at it for two seconds, then moved his eyes, his voice hoarse: "Anyway, next time you encounter such a thing, don't rush to fight."
Fu Jia now heard Lu Qi'an say Everything is happy, everything is satisfied. He wanted to agree directly and say "Okay, okay", but then he thought about how wronged he was, and he should continue to be wronged and ask Lu Qi'an for compensation. So he forced a dissatisfied expression and said, "Then what should I do, am I being bullied for nothing?"
Although he said this, his voice was soft and his eyes were very gentle.
Lu Qi'an looked at him, thinking about what to tell him to calm his mind. "I know that the other party is at fault in this matter, but if you can't bear to fight him, you will change from the original victim to the perpetrator."
Fu Jia pretended to be serious, and asked him: "What about that?" What should I do?"
Lu Qi'an saw the smile in his eyes, knowing that he didn't listen at all, felt helpless, gave up and continued to reason.
Perhaps, Fu Jia didn't need to worry about so many reasons when he stayed by his side in the future.
He couldn't help thinking that it would be nice if he gave up those unnecessary worries earlier.
It would be great if he stayed by Fu Jia's side earlier.
If he had foreseen today's determination from the first time he met Fu Jia, he would never have just given him a Band-Aid and left. He will not be left alone in the corner of the courtyard, and he will not be let alone squatting on the ground blowing the wound on his hand.
Lu Qi'an took Fu Jia's hand, and carefully searched his palm with his thumb, trying to find the scars from the cigarette burns in the past. He said: "In the future, if you encounter such a thing, you can directly report to me."