Chapter 15
Fang Chen went to bed just before dawn, and slept on his belly until noon. He was snoring soundly, and only got up dazed when he heard a knock on the door.
He slipped on his slippers, rubbed his eyes and went to open the door.
The person standing outside was Sis. Today the man was wearing a black tank top and a pair of sweatpants of the same color. His neat muscle lines were wrapped in his clothes. What was even more oppressive was the man's exposed arms, with veins winding from his forearms and muscles bulging out.
The boy's eyes unconsciously stuck to him.
Every time Sis hugged him, it was with one arm. When he used force, would the veins stand out more obviously and the muscles bulge more?
Noticing Fang Chen's gaze, the man raised the corner of his lips imperceptibly, and quickly said in a calm tone, "It's almost noon, aren't you hungry?"
It's already noon?
Fang Chen blinked blankly, "Hungry... not so bad."
Sis casually reached out his hand and naturally helped the boy to smooth down his hair. "I'll wait for you. Wash up and then go get something to eat."
Fang Chen said "Oh" in confusion.
After returning to the house, his slow brain took two seconds to react, and suddenly his face felt a little hot.
How come he never realized that he was so... lustful? He always seemed to pay special attention to the body of Sith.
Knowing that Xisi was waiting outside, Fang Chen moved quickly, changed into a random set of clothes, washed up quickly, and ran out.
When he pushed the door open again, he found that the man had lit a cigarette at some point and was puffing out smoke, but he quickly put it out as soon as he saw Fang Chen coming out.
He saw Fang Chen running out, probably in such a hurry that he didn't even button up his clothes.
The man stretched out his hand and tied Fang Chen's belt naturally.
Because of this action, the two people got closer, and Fang Chen seemed to be able to smell the smell of cigarettes on the man.
He raised his eyes slightly. From his angle, he could only see the man's prominent Adam's apple, and above that, a sharp jawline. Sis had a very standard European and American appearance, with deep eyebrows and eyes. His blond hair, when unkempt, would droop slightly, giving him a somewhat cold and unruly look.
He looks a bit fierce, but it seems that he has never lost his temper in front of me.
The buttons were fastened, but the boy seemed to be still in a trance. The man whispered, "What are you thinking about?"
Fang Chen suddenly came back to his senses and met the man's gray-blue eyes. Without thinking, he said, "You..."
Sith raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "Me? What do you want about me?"
Fang Chen reacted and wanted to bite off his tongue. He quickly changed the subject, "I was wondering if you really like smoking?"
Sith was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "No, it's just occasionally. Do you smell it? I'm sorry."
Fang Chen quickly shook his head. "No, I'm just asking casually. Do you only smoke when you're upset?"
He thought Sith was in a bad mood.
Sith glanced at the boy with an inexplicable expression, a half-smile, "I'm not upset."
"ah?"
"You don't want to know. Okay, let's go."
Sis didn't have much of a smoking habit, but he couldn't deny that nicotine could effectively suppress the thoughts in his heart when they were about to arise.
This would allow him to endure a little longer, a little longer.
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Except for Fang Chen, everyone else had already had breakfast.
But at this time, maybe lunch would be more appropriate.
The wooden table outside was covered with a simple linen tablecloth, and on the corner stood a crystal vase filled with a few small, unidentified wildflowers. On the table sat a delicate, beautiful plate, topped with steaming blueberry muffins, drizzled with honey, giving them a beautiful luster.
There is hot milk in the cup next to it, and you can smell the fragrance if you get close.
Meanwhile, Sis on the opposite side was just drinking a cup of pitch-black coffee.
Fang Chen also discovered these times that men seemed to be very restrained when eating outside.
He forked a piece of muffin into his mouth, his voice a little unclear. "Do you want a customized nutritious meal?"
Sith nodded.
Fang Chen asked sympathetically, "Aren't you hungry?"
The boy's lips were rosy and looked particularly bright because of the honey. When his mouth opened and closed, you could vaguely see the pink tongue inside.
The man's Adam's apple rolled over and he nodded again.
"How pitiful—"
Fang Chen was really a little hungry, so he ate up the whole plate of muffins and even finished the milk.
Rubbing his bulging belly, Fang Chen said contentedly, "Where are we going next? Are we going to look for them?"
Sith shook his head, "Don't worry about them, it's just the two of us."
The man asked Uncle Bol to find a one-piece picking suit for Fang Chen to change into, and took him to the garden to pick blueberries.
Fang Chen carried a small metal bucket and followed Sith in a serious manner, looking very imposing. However, when he arrived at the place, he was dumbfounded. How could this blueberry garden be so big?
"Is this all?" Fang Chen asked in shock. "You...you can actually eat this many blueberries every year?"
Xisi laughed and said, "Of course not. They are usually packaged in bulk and sent out."
Fang Chen nodded, and followed what Xisi taught him, picking the blueberries one by one and throwing them into the small iron bucket.
The thump-thump-thump sound when you throw it in sounds very relaxing.
After picking up half a bucket, Fang Chen rubbed his waist and was about to take a break before continuing when he was immediately stopped by Sith.
"If you're tired, go back. We came here to have fun. We don't expect you to pick a lot of blueberries."
Fang Chen was holding up a small bucket of blueberries and was very happy. "I can make blueberry jam when I get home. You can try it when it's ready!"
The man raised the corner of his lips, "Okay."
After working for a while, they felt a little hot. Fang Chen took off his gloves and was walking out beside Sith when he suddenly glanced and saw a big spider hanging next to him. The distance was so close that he could even see the colorful patterns on it.
The boy's mind went blank for two seconds, and then he suddenly let out a "whoosh" and pounced directly at the man.
Sith turned his head when he heard the voice, but before he could react, the boy jumped up and threw himself into his arms.
The lamb is in my arms!
The man subconsciously opened his arms and hugged the person tightly.
Realizing that the person in his arms was trembling, Sis slowed his voice, "What's wrong? What did you see?"
Fang Chen hugged the man tightly like an octopus and buried his head in the man's neck.
I didn't dare open my eyes, hoping it was just his hallucination.
"A spider, colorful and huge." Fang Chen's voice was muffled and even trembling. "It must be poisonous."
Sis frowned and looked over. He quickly recognized it as a common cross garden spider on the farm, not venomous. However, Sis didn't explain it. He simply reached out and gently patted Fang Chen on the back. "Don't be afraid, it's already gone."
Fang Chen still refused to move, and didn't even dare to get off the man. He still held him tightly, "Let's go... please!"
Thanks to the living environment he grew up in, Fang Chen has an amazing fear of snakes, insects, rats and ants.
The man didn't say anything else, but walked out steadily with the person in his arms. Although he didn't say a word, he always kept one hand free and gently patted Fang Chen's back.
Even though they had walked a long way out of the blueberry garden, Sis didn't say a word. Fang Chen felt something was wrong and took the initiative to stick his head out.
We're almost back to the cabin...
Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was still hanging on the man. He struggled a few times to jump down, but the man did not let go, but hugged him tighter.
Fang Chen stammered, "What...what are you doing?"
"Aren't you afraid?" Sith asked him back.
He really was the one who pounced on him and jumped on the other person in one breath.
Fang Chen felt guilty for a moment, and his voice weakened a little, "Hasn't he come out now?"
Sith said "hmm" but still didn't let go.
Fang Chen was confused and embarrassed. He kicked his calves twice and groaned, "Put me down."
Sith lowered his eyes to look at him. The boy seemed a little angry. He was looking up at him with his head tilted back, his dark eyes were round.
He was angry, but... so beautiful, so cute.
The man pursed his lips slightly and put the person down a few seconds later.
Fang Chenyi got off Sith and took several steps back. He looked up at Sith warily, but there was nothing wrong with the man's expression. He just looked at him calmly.
So... why did you hold me tightly just now?
Am I overthinking it?
Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, bit his lip, and whispered, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Sis said politely, "After all, this is on my farm. Of course I should protect you."
Fang Chen pursed his lips and lowered his head, "I...I need to go back and change my clothes."
Sith smiled, "Okay, take a break if you're tired."
Watching the young man burying his head and hurriedly returning to his cabin, the man's gentle eyes gradually became deep, and his gray-blue eyes fell on the young man's figure without missing an inch until he could no longer see him.
A few minutes later, Joey appeared out of nowhere, came up to Sis, and couldn't help but ask, "Where is your relationship at this point?"
He originally wanted to ask directly if they had sex, but he was afraid that Xisi would kick him.
Unexpectedly, Xisi's tone was very calm, "It hasn't started yet."
“For real?”
Joey was shocked. He was a hedonist and preferred physical contact to verbal love.
The man's gaze finally fell on Joey, and he said coldly, "So, don't let me hear you making fun of him again. He's different from everyone else."
Just like the boy himself said. They come from different countries and have different cultures. Compared to the enthusiasm and openness here, Fang Chen is more reserved and doesn't like to show all his emotions.
So, even though he wanted to strip the lamb of its clothes when they first met, Sis had restrained himself until now.
Because you like him, you should respect him.
Joey spread his hands speechlessly, "So, are you sure he knows you're pursuing him?"
The man was silent.
In the small wooden house not far away, Fang Chen was pacing around with a stern face.
What does it mean...what does it mean...what on earth does this Sith mean!!!
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