Chapter 14
"Sith!"
Fang Chen called his name in panic. He should have pushed the man away and jumped down, but perhaps it was his body's subconscious reaction, he hugged the man tightly instead.
Sith paused deliberately.
The barn was so quiet that even the boy's accelerated heartbeat due to nervousness could be clearly heard.
They pressed tightly together. The man had some calluses on his hands from boxing, and now he was holding the boy's legs, which rubbed a little itchy.
If possible, Sis really wanted to pry it open and take a closer look at the meat there. Why was it so tender? It felt like soft jelly when held in his palm.
The man thought, if he was really a perverted murderer, he would never have let Fang Chen go when he first met him.
He won't be killed, but he will be chained up, but not in that abandoned factory or in the barn like now.
It should be in his manor.
He would lay goose down carpets in every corner of the room, but would not let the boy wear shoes, allowing him to run away randomly dragging the golden chain. When he was caught, he would hold the trembling and crying boy in his arms.
He would also take the boy outside the villa, plant a whole sea of roses for him, and build a butterfly fountain for him.
But at the same time, he would build the walls of the manor extremely high and would never let the boy escape.
As his thoughts wandered to this point, Sith's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Don't move, it's dark in here." The man whispered.
He didn't stop and walked out holding Fang Chen.
It turned out to be a joke...
Fang Chen was feeling depressed. He was carried by the man for a while before he reacted and kicked his calves twice.
"Why are you hugging me..."
Just pick him up and hold him anytime and anywhere.
What's wrong with him being short?
Doesn’t he have any face?
The man ignored him and held the person in one hand until they walked out of the warehouse and into the yard outside before putting him down.
The boy looked up at him angrily, "Don't hug me all the time."
"Hugging is a very intimate thing for us."
The man said casually, "Oh? What about you touching me before? Is that a casual thing in your place?"
Fang Chen's face suddenly turned red!
Damn it! Why didn't Sith lose his memory?
He walked forward with his head down, "I don't know what you are talking about!"
Siskel suppressed his laughter and walked over to follow him, not continuing the topic, "Can't sleep?"
"Who said that?" Fang Chen deliberately said, "If I close my eyes now, I can fall asleep immediately."
"They're lighting a bonfire. I came here to call you over, but—" Sith deliberately dragged out his words, "Do you want to continue sleeping?"
Fang Chen quickly stopped and turned his head. "Bonfire?"
The man's gray-blue eyes were smiling as he looked at him leisurely.
"Playing with fire on the farm is very dangerous." Fang Chen said seriously, "Let me protect you."
What could he actually do? He couldn't even run fast at the critical moment and had to be carried by the man.
But Sith nodded obediently, "Thank you."
When we got there, the bonfire was already lit.
Joey saw them from a distance and waved, "Hey, little lamb."
Why is it called...
Then what should I call him?
Kissing man?
But Fang Chen still waved obediently, "Hi, Joey."
"Your alcohol tolerance is truly terrible!" Joey laughed. "It's only a can of beer!"
Fang Chen lowered his head in shame.
The person involved also regrets it.
"You can drink a lot, right?" Sis asked coldly, "Then next time you drink, please don't use the excuse of going to the bathroom to run away, okay?"
Joey: “…”
I almost forgot, there is a Sith next to this little lamb, watching him closely.
He spread his hands and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
Fang Chen looked at the two people and couldn't help but smile. Unexpectedly, Sith suddenly looked at him, met his curved eyes, and raised the corner of his lips very slightly.
"What are you laughing at?" Sis asked him.
Fang Chen put away his smile in an instant and glared at him.
"Why are you glaring at me again?" Sis asked again.
This person... really!
Do you have to ask everything?
Fang Chen snorted, "In our country, people are very reserved and don't ask many questions out loud."
The man frowned, "Why?"
“…”
Fang Chen's face turned serious, "You still ask!"
Sis paused, then backed off. "Okay, I won't ask. You teach me, okay?"
"Teach you what?"
"Your country's etiquette, ways of interacting, emotional expression... and so on." Sith paused and continued, "And the language."
Fang Chen only caught the last part of the sentence and his eyes widened. "You want to learn Chinese? Why?"
"I will be going abroad frequently for competitions in the future, so it will come in handy sooner or later." Sis found a very good excuse.
Fang Chen hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it. You are so rich, you can hire a very good language teacher."
Xisi looked at him gravely, "I believe you will be able to teach very well."
Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, and his breathing stopped a little.
"Hey! You two! Do you want to stand there and talk all night? Come over and play?!" Joey shouted at them.
The stopped breathing became smooth again.
Fang Chen didn't look at the man again and ran towards Joey, "I'm coming!"
Sith stood there, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He remembered that when he first started learning boxing, he spent every day in the training hall. He was young and competitive at that time, and he was eager to get on the field and have a fight.
But the coach told him not to be impatient, because only when the foundation is laid well can he have the ability to kill with one strike.
Just like a wolf hiding in the dark, until it is sure to catch its prey, it will just crouch down in the dark and not expose itself in the slightest.
By the time the man walked over, Fang Chen had already blended in with the group, dancing around the campfire with Joey and the others.
They were singing English songs. Fang Chen didn't know any of them, but he hummed a few lines along and jumped around. Among a group of burly men, he looked like a little lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves.
When the song reached its climax, everyone raised their bottles together. Fang Chen was different. He raised his bottle of juice. He really didn't dare to drink beer anymore.
Xisi walked over and stood beside him naturally, looking at Fang Chen's black hair that was bouncing because of jumping and his eyes that looked particularly bright because of the firelight.
He didn't continue the previous topic, but instead asked him, "Do you feel dizzy after drinking?"
In fact, it was clear from the boy's jumping manner that he couldn't do that, but Sith still asked a question.
"No!"
Fang Chen wanted to say something about how his alcohol tolerance wasn't that bad originally, but he swallowed it down in the end and just raised the orange juice in his hand, "But I won't drink anymore in the future."
Sith looked at him and smiled.
Fang Chen looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "When we first met, I thought you were fierce, but now I realize you actually have a good temper and smile a lot."
Sith remained noncommittal, "Really?"
The boy was the first person to say that he had a good temper, and the first person to say that he laughed a lot.
After all, when Sith was talking to others, there was rarely even a curve at the corner of his mouth.
At night, bonfire, singing and dancing.
This can easily get people excited.
Fang Chen sang the out-of-tune song along with everyone and danced randomly and awkwardly.
But no one thought he was funny.
On the contrary, in Sis's eyes, this scene was like a soft white lamb jumping on the tip of his heart.
I wish I could swallow it in one gulp.
*
Everyone didn't disperse until the early morning.
Sis walked the man to the door of the cabin and asked him, "Do you dare to sleep alone at night?"
Fang Chen was a little furious, "Why don't you dare!"
"Aren't you a coward?"
"I didn't!" Fang Chen immediately denied it, unconvinced, "It's you who always tell those scary stories."
"But it's not me."
Sis paused for a moment, then added, "If you're scared, call me."
"I said I didn't!"
Fang Chen snorted and strode into the room, leaving only a thin white arm stretched out. He twisted his wrist and waved his hand, looking very perfunctory.
Sis raised the corner of his lips and watched the door in front of him close.
After Fang Chen returned, he took a shower, turned on the light, and lay on the bed wrapped in a quilt.
He had slept too much that day, so he didn't feel sleepy at all. He was flipping through the photos he had taken during the day.
Fang Chen picked out a few photos without showing his face and posted them on Twi. Within two seconds, he received a reply.
Saoirse: [Are you drunk? 】
Are you drunk?!
You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic!
Fang Chen held his chin and snorted, suddenly feeling that this ID looked familiar, as if he had commented on it last time.
He casually clicked on the person's homepage and took a look.
Ten minutes ago, this Saoirse just posted a picture. It only showed his upper body, revealing a little bit of his chin. He was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt that looked a bit tight. Or maybe it wasn't tight, but just supported by his muscles.
Even through the clothes, you can seem to see the bulging chest muscles.
Why do foreigners have such good figures?
Fang Chen politely gave it a thumbs-up and exited the homepage. This app was recommended to him by Jieming. Initially, he just wanted to make foreign friends and practice speaking with them, but ended up using it as a social network.
And across the wall, next door, Sis was looking at his phone with a frown on his face.
He rarely uses these social apps, and he just happened to see them on Fang Chen's phone last time.
Is the photo not good enough?
Why didn't Fang Chen reply to me?
The man sat on the sofa, biting a cigarette but not lighting it, his fingers sliding up and down.
It was not refreshed.
Fang Chen indeed only gave himself a thumbs up.
But this like is in the heart type.
What does Fang Chen mean?
Hint at him?
The man's happy mood lasted only two seconds before his face darkened again.
But Fang Chen didn't know that this Saoirse was himself.
so what?
Can he show love to any muscular man on the Internet?
Didn’t they tell me today that people in their country are very introverted?
Sis looked surprised, thought for a moment, and deleted the photo from the homepage.
I don’t want to show it to Fang Chen!
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