Chapter 21
The car stopped, the two people got out, and took the elevator upstairs awkwardly.
One tried his best to restrain himself, while the other was secretly angry.
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat frozen.
Once inside the apartment, perhaps because of the spaciousness, Sis relaxed his earlier nervousness and reluctantly put on his disguise mask again. He tilted his head and said gently, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Eat bread."
Fang Chen was stunned when he saw the man take out a pair of lambskin home shoes from the shoe cabinet. "When did you buy them?"
Sith lied in his usual tone, "Last time, after you came."
After Fang Chen put on the clothes, he couldn't help but mutter, "Then how did you know I would come a second time?"
Xisi didn't respond, but opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of soda and handed it to Fang Chen.
He glanced at the time and said in a negotiating tone, "It's still early. I'll go bake you a little cake. You can review on your own first. If you have any questions, feel free to call me, okay?"
Fang Chen held the small schoolbag, looked up at Xisi for two seconds, and then nodded slowly.
He always felt that Sith was deliberately avoiding him.
In fact, it’s not wrong to think so.
It was difficult for the man to remain calm in the same space as Fang Chen. His smile only lasted for the moment he turned around, replaced by lust-filled eyes, his thin lips pursed tightly, and a few strands of golden hair drooping from his forehead slightly obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, covering up the emotions that were secretly growing.
He strode to the kitchen, took a bottle of ice water, tilted his head back and drank most of it.
After trying to calm down, Sis opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients. He thought that if Joey and the others saw this scene, they would be shocked.
It is hard to imagine that those big hands that can knock out someone with one punch when wearing boxing gloves can also crack eggshells, beat cream, and make cakes.
The problem is.
It wasn't like Fang Chen really wanted to come here to study.
Sith hid in the kitchen, how could he perform?
The lamb was sulking on the sofa.
After a while, Fang Chen's voice came from the living room, "Sis, can you help me?"
The man had just put the container into the oven, and upon hearing this, he immediately took off his gloves and walked out.
"how--"
He stopped talking mid-sentence.
In the living room, the boy knelt on the floor, his waist bent, his butt raised, and reached under the sofa to feel around. "My pen rolled in there, and I can't get it out."
The man stood there, saying nothing, but his hands hanging by his sides were clenched.
Because of this posture, the hem of her dress fell out a little, revealing a small part of her waistline, and even a glimpse of her white and soft belly. Her butt was raised, filling up her shorts. With the trouser legs rolled up, even the base of her legs could be seen clearly, and then further in...
The man took a deep breath.
"Get up." Sis's voice was horribly hoarse. "I'll find something to help you get it out."
Fang Chen finally raised his head. He blinked, looked at Xisi for a few seconds, and then slowly stood up.
The man took a quick glance and saw that his knees were slightly red.
As soon as he helped Fang Chen take out the pen, the boy immediately came over, almost sticking to Xisi's side, and said softly, "Thank you."
Sith lowered his eyes, and the sunlight from outside shone in, casting people's shadows on the ground.
But only Sith's shadow could be seen. As for Fang Chen, it was completely covered by the man's shadow.
This scene brought Sis a strange sense of satisfaction to him.
It was as if Fang Chen had been completely devoured by him, hidden in his bones and blood, invisible to anyone.
After a pause of several seconds, Sis suddenly said, "The pants are too short."
This topic was brought up so abruptly that even Fang Chen was stunned for a moment. Then he reacted and almost couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.
Short pants naturally have their advantages.
"Yeah?"
Fang Chen looked down and said deliberately, "I think it's okay."
Sis looked away, afraid that if he looked any longer, he would be unable to resist prying open her legs and taking a couple of bites.
"I'll go check on the cake."
He left this sentence indifferently and went back to the kitchen. Fang Chen looked at his back and clenched his fists in anger. The little lamb in his heart randomly did a set of military boxing.
Aren’t we good brothers?
My good brother, you care if his pants are too short?!
In the end, Fang Chen could only lie dejectedly on the sofa again, seemingly having lost all his strength and means.
There were computers and books piled haphazardly on the table, but Fang Chen had no intention of studying at all.
He lay down like a dried fish and started playing with his cell phone.
It just so happened that Benjamin was sharing his love with him.
I pushed several posts on Twi about men with abs in one go.
Having seen and touched Sith's, it was simply unbearable to look at these. Fang Chen flipped through them casually and felt that none of them had a better figure than Saoirse.
"The cake is ready."
Suddenly, a man's deep voice came from above my head.
Fang Chen was caught off guard and was so frightened that he couldn't hold the phone firmly and dropped it to the ground.
He stared at Sith with wide eyes, "Why are you walking without making any sound?"
Xisi frowned, put the cake down, bent down and picked up Fang Chen's phone.
As luck would have it, the screen was on, and the picture on it was of a red-haired man holding the corner of his clothes and taking a selfie in front of the mirror, trying hard to show off his abdominal muscles.
Fang Chen, “…”
Xisi sneered, "Maybe it's not that I walk silently, it's that you're too engrossed in watching."
Fang Chen felt guilty for a moment, but soon he became confident again.
What's wrong with looking at guys with abs? Why do brothers care about that? Aren't we all just sharing porn?
Fang Chen snatched the phone back and said in a deliberately calm tone, "No, I haven't seen anything more exciting yet. You need to wear headphones to watch it."
Sis looked down at him, his expression unreadable. He paused for a few seconds, but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he said, "Try the cake. I poured some blueberry jam on it. It's the can you gave me last time."
Fang Chen felt embarrassed when talking about blueberry jam. He had boasted on the farm and said he would make it. But when he went back home, he made pot after pot of jam and it got mushy. In the end, he managed to make a small bottle. He didn't even taste it himself and asked someone to send it to Sis.
The cake had already been cut by Sis, and Fang Chen directly took a bite with his fork and put it into his mouth. The cake was still warm, soft and fluffy, and paired with blueberry jam, it was like taking a bite straight to a paradise of happiness.
Whenever Fang Chen eats something he likes, he will smile unconsciously, his eyes curved, and he will sit on the sofa and wish he could swing his legs.
Sith didn't eat a single bite, just sat beside him and stared at the boy intently while he ate most of the cake.
Until Fang Chen put down his fork.
"Are you full?"
Fang Chen nodded, partly because he was full and partly because he couldn't eat anymore because of the man's stare.
Eat whatever you want!
Just keep looking at what he is doing.
Sis put the cake aside, raised his chin, and said to the mess on the table, "How's your review progress?"
Forehead……
Fang Chen licked his lips awkwardly and lied with his eyes open, "It's okay..."
“Stop playing with your phone.”
The man sat aside, picked up a book, and said calmly, "Come sit here, I want to check it."
A feeling of nervousness as if my name was called in class arose spontaneously.
Fang Chen reluctantly moved over and sat next to Sis, watching the man pick up a red pen and casually circle a few words he had misspelled.
So embarrassing...
Fang Chen has a very poor foundation. He can barely pass oral English normally, but his true colors are revealed once he puts his words on paper.
Being pointed out so clearly at this moment, Fang Chen subconsciously straightened his back and stole several glances at the man guiltily.
Sith's hands kept moving, drawing, but his eyes glanced down inadvertently. On the black leather sofa, the young man was sitting obediently, his white and soft legs squeezed together, making it impossible to take your eyes off him.
When he was holding Fang Chen before, the man's big hand touched there, and the touch was warm and soft, like a piece of the finest jade.
After a pause of a few seconds, the man restrained himself and looked away.
"You got most of the multivariable calculus questions wrong. If you mistranslate the questions, then the answers are wrong too." The man's voice sounded a little cold. "I think you should focus more on your studies."
Instead of watching those messy things.
When Xisi thought of what he had just seen on Fang Chen's phone, he couldn't help but feel angry.
He really wanted to throw his phone away, hold the boy's arms down, and spank him hard on the butt to teach the kid a lesson.
But Sith didn't even have the right to be jealous.
He could only suppress his restless mood and keep silent as if he didn't see it.
Beside him, Fang Chen was stunned for a moment and unconsciously clenched his pants.
What does this sentence mean!
Are you warning yourself not to have any thoughts about him?
For a moment, it felt like a stone was blocking his heart, weighing him down so heavily that he couldn't breathe.
Fang Chen bit his lip hard, his face turning pale.
But the next moment, the man took out a piece of paper from the side and said in awkward Chinese, "Start with the first question and translate the question first, okay?"
Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, and his voice became a little lower. "You learned Chinese just to translate questions for me."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Now it seems that it is very useful."
Fishing again! Fishing again!!
Fang Chen pursed his lips, trying to hold it in, but couldn't help it, so he raised his eyebrows a little more and leaned his head closer, "Let me see where I made a mistake."
Sith's hand trembled, and the red pen drew a mark on the paper.
Fang Chen was too close, so close that he was almost talking next to Sis. He could almost smell the sweet blueberry flavor in his mouth as soon as he opened it.
Sith rarely felt like swearing.
Damn it!
You really deserve a kiss.
She deserved to be pressed on the chair by him, and her lips kissed until they were red and swollen. She could only pout pitifully, unable to even hold back her saliva, and her little tongue had to stick out and drip down, and he would kiss it all away.
The anger in his heart seemed to be unable to be suppressed and was rising up layer by layer. Sis didn't know if he disguised himself too well. This stupid lamb actually thought he was a good person.
But he didn't know that his mind was full of dirty thoughts about him. Not to mention doing it, just saying it out loud would probably make this little lamb furious.
Xisi closed his eyes and tried to remain calm. He explained to Fang Chen in a normal tone, but his mind was actually in a mess.
The man spoke in great detail. Even though Fang Chen had some messy thoughts at the beginning, they were all gone now. He sat back obediently and took notes.
Sith supported his forehead and never took his eyes off the boy. From his angle, he could just see Fang Chen's drooping eyelashes, which were long and black. If he covered his eyes, his eyelashes would probably tremble with nervousness, brushing against his palms, feeling soft and itchy.
When you lose your vision, your body becomes more sensitive.
Sith thought absentmindedly.
If you touch it, your whole body will turn pink.
"Is this the correct solution?" Fang Chen suddenly asked him.
Sith came back to his senses slightly, lowered his eyes and saw the boy pointing at the question, his nails were round and light pink.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Want to lick.
The man paused, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
Fang Chen nodded and continued writing, completely unaware of the potential dangers around him.
Sis leaned back and calmly placed his arm on Fang Chen's chair. From behind, it looked like he was holding the person in his arms.
He'd endured it long enough.
Sooner or later, he will eat people whole.
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