Chapter 42 Chapter 42 I’m going to take a shower.
When Fu Xize heard Xin Ai say "I am a mojito now", he looked stunned and confused.
What's the meaning? !
It's not that Fu Xize is too slow, but he was so confused that he couldn't react at all. He himself didn't dare to think about it that way. They had just started dating. Slowly he came to his senses and got Xin Ai's hint. It was nothing more than that they had just taken turns to drink a glass of mojito, and now they should take turns to treat each other as mojito.
Fu Xize's Adam's apple rolled, he lowered his head and looked at Xin Ai.
The lighting in the rental house was dim. Xin Ai's eyes were blurry and his breathing was a little disordered. He seemed to notice the ambiguity and anxiety in the atmosphere and fluttered his long and curly eyelashes.
That scene is inexplicably alluring.
Fu Xize's heart was beating wildly. He couldn't help but hold Xin Ai's face and kiss her.
Xin Ai's lips were dyed with mojito flavor by half a glass of cocktail, slightly cool, sweet, and with a long aftertaste.
This is the wine mixed by Fu Xize, and Xin Ai's lips mixed it to create a unique flavor. When Xin Ai actively invites you to taste this wine, the mood and atmosphere can make Fu Xize fall in love. You people from the Academy of Fine Arts are really good at falling in love.
Fu Xize thought that this was definitely the best mojito he had ever tasted.
Fu Xize almost reluctantly pulled away from Xin Ai's lips, and looked down at him again, his eyes filled with drowning tenderness.
Xin Ai got the kiss he wanted and smiled softly. It turned out that being a normal person and falling in love with Fu Xize could be so pleasant. He raised his head slightly, glanced at Fu Xize, then kissed him and tasted the mojito on his lips.
Fu Xize was well trained. He let Xin Ai kiss him and then lowered his head to kiss him actively.
Xin Ai then kissed...
The two of them kissed each other affectionately, until the coolness and alcohol on their lips faded away, leaving only a warmth and restlessness in their hearts and bodies.
A couple, in a rental house, late at night, drinking...
That's not a crime.
That's what love is all about.
Xin Ai has started to take care of her lower body. It is normal for us adults to drink a little wine and do something in the middle of the night.
Xin Ai glanced at Fu Xize indifferently, wondering what the success rate of seducing someone into bed was. Well, it was not difficult actually. Fu Xize had always doted on him, so he would probably listen to him on such matters. Fu Xize had indeed drunk some wine, so having sex casually was nothing big. They were a serious couple who had officially announced in front of their parents, relatives, friends, and classmates, and were a recognized couple. It was reasonable for them to have sex.
The next second, Xin Ai regained her senses——
Be a human being, Xin Ai.
Your boyfriend is only eighteen years old and has only been dating you for two or three days.
I kissed you before, but I never took the kiss seriously.
It's not appropriate to get on the bed.
This is the boy you want to spend your life with. If you kidnap him now, it feels like an old man in his thirties kidnapping an innocent boy who has not yet entered society.
Xin Ai was torn between inner and outer struggles, but ultimately chose to hold back. He always felt that everything was turned upside down after his rebirth.
In his previous life, it was Fu Xize who was patient and restrained.
In this life, it's his turn.
Maybe this is cause and effect.
Xin Ai smiled lightly, bright and clear, open and honest. The Big Bad Wolf finally let go of his new boyfriend. He thought he had to take a shower to cool down, so he said in a low and hoarse voice: "I'm going to take a shower."
Fu Xize didn't think this topic was inappropriate. After the kiss, the next step was to take a shower. He uttered a sound from his throat: "Hmm."
When Xin Ai said he was going to take a shower, he really meant it. He didn't have a procrastination problem, and there was no way he would just play with his phone for an hour or two before taking a shower. He took his toiletries, put them in the bathroom, and went to get some clothes to change. He brought two large suitcases last time, so he had everything he needed, so it would be no problem for him to stay here for a while.
Seeing Xin Ai packing up to wash up, Fu Xize washed and organized the tools used for making cocktails, then took out the four-piece bedding that Xin Ai had bought before and put it on, and threw the ones he had taken off into the washing machine.
About twenty minutes later, Fu Xize made the bed, and Xin Ai came out after washing up. Fu Xize subconsciously looked over -
Xin Ai was wearing home clothes brought from home, a black and gray striped short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, with no legs exposed.
...I am a big pervert, right? The things I focus on are so weird.
...This is my boyfriend, so I'm kind of perverted because I'm not interested in his legs.
Fu Xize noticed the slight dampness near the shoulders of the striped short-sleeved shirt. Xin Ai's hair was not dried enough, and water droplets occasionally fell. Fu Xize went to get a clean towel and threw it on Xin Ai's head.
Xin Ai looked at him through the towel.
Fu Xize didn't think much about it and just asked, "Do you want me to help you wipe it?"
Xin Ai immediately sat down obediently and said, "Why should I do it myself when my boyfriend can do it for me? My hands will get sore if I dry or blow dry my hair. Thanks." At this time, Xin Ai didn't feel like a 180-year-old strong man at all.
In Fu Xize's simple concept, it was natural to take care of Xin Ai. Since they were in love, he should treat Xin Ai as his ancestor. It was just a matter of drying her hair. It was not a big deal. Fu Xize finished it in a few strokes. He took the hair dryer and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want me to help you dry it?"
After asking this, Fu Xize's expression became subtle for a moment. This remark in the middle of the night sounded like a dirty joke.
But what should you use to blow-dry your hair without “blowing”?
Eh, weird Chinese verbs.
Xin Ai didn't think wrongly. He was just feeling smug that the treatment he received in his previous life had returned. He stretched out his hand with enjoyment: "Come on."
Fu Xize turned on the hot air of the hair dryer, tested the temperature with his hand, and waited until the hot air came out before he started to blow Xin Ai's hair.
Fu Xize is a lazy man, which is reflected in his hair dryer. He will deliberately choose a hair dryer with higher power so that it can blow dry faster. Xin Ai's hair is thick and dense, so it only takes a few minutes to dry it. The handsome guy also has good hair quality. After drying, his hair is dry, fluffy and soft, and very nice to touch. If he was not afraid that Xin Ai would think he was weird, he would have stroked it a few more times. It felt like stroking a well-behaved and beautiful big cat.
Blowing Xin Ai's hair is like blowing a wet kitten's hair, which makes people irresistible.
Xin Ai enjoyed the treatment of being a boyfriend and was in a good mood. In his previous life, he would occasionally wonder if Fu Xize had learned the skills of blow-drying and cutting hair somewhere. Fu Xize was able to serve people very comfortably, just like a professional Tony teacher. Later, he thought that this might be a skill that Fu Xize had deliberately developed in order to take care of him.
Now that I have experienced it, I have to say that some things are innate.
The eighteen-year-old Fu Xize was terrible at recitation, but his hair-drying skills were as good as those of later generations.
Xin Ai thanked him sweetly: "Thank you, boyfriend, you've worked hard."
Fu Xize replied: "You're welcome."
Blowing a cat's hair is a very therapeutic job. If he wasn't afraid of being called a pervert, he would have done it all.
After Xin Ai dried his hair, he went about his evening routine. He tucked his hair behind his ears and found a large, unopened can of Lamer to apply on his face and body.
Fu Xize glanced at it and didn't take it too seriously. He went to get some clean clothes and prepare to take a shower.
The wardrobe was opened, and most of it was filled with Xin Ai's clothes. Fu Xize was stunned and a little dazed. Not long ago, when Xin Ai moved these things here, he felt that this childhood sweetheart, whom he had only met at the age of 18, was too familiar. Now, he could only admire Xin Ai's foresight, which made it very convenient for Xin Ai to come here to spend the weekend.
Thinking about these trivial matters, Fu Xize took his clothes, closed the wardrobe, and went to take a shower.
After applying the skin care products, Xin Ai threw herself on the bed. The sheets and quilt covers were all selected by herself. The color is a very high-end and durable gray. The material is a high-quality cotton fabric with a very good texture. It has been washed and exposed to the sun and smells fresh and pleasant. The experience of good bedding is max, very soft and comfortable.
Xin Ai rolled happily on the bed, then took out the iPad from the bedside table, charged it, turned it on, and wrote a diary on the APP.
When Fu Xize came out after washing up, he saw Xin Ai lying on the bed playing with iPad. His calves were raised and swaying gently, his loose home pants piled up at his knees, and his legs, white and straight, swayed back and forth.
Fu Xize had a dry mouth.
...I finally saw Xin Ai's legs.
Fu Xize turned his head calmly and took a hair dryer to dry his hair.
Hearing the noise, Xin Ai quickened her pace to finish writing in her diary, then turned off the screen, threw the tablet aside, then turned around, crossed her legs, and watched Fu Xize blow-dry his hair with interest.
Fu Xize had very short hair, and it dried easily with a high-power hair dryer. He put down the hair dryer, glanced at Xin Ai, and came to the bed. This time he didn't sleep on the small edge, but took up half of the bed generously.
Xin Ai felt the other half of the bed sink, thought for a moment, and then crawled into the bed. She arched her body and leaned most of her body on Fu Xize.
Fu Xize glanced at him, wondering if something would happen.
It was the dead of night, the couple had been drinking, they had washed themselves so clean, and not long ago they had even kissed each other so hard that they were physically and mentally agitated... The atmosphere was set just right, and it would have been inappropriate if nothing had happened.
Xin Ai rested his head in Fu Xize's arms with his hand on Fu Xize's chest. He felt like a little goblin in the Spider Cave. In front of him was Tang Monk's flesh. One bite of it would give him immortality. Xin Ai couldn't resist this temptation at all. He also wanted to eat Fu Xize's flesh. If he couldn't have it, at least he could just lick it a few times.
If he really licked it twice, what kind of greasy man is this orz.
Xin Ai had no choice but to lean over and kiss Fu Xize's chin. At least the part above the neck was pure.
For Xin Ai, the jaw of her relatives was just a temporary solution. She became even more greedy, but she couldn't eat it. Xin Ai could only bury her head in Fu Xize's arms in frustration. I was very agitated, but my boyfriend remained unmoved.
This scene is probably about a 30-year-old scoundrel and his innocent boyfriend...right?!
Oh, it’s so hard to bear!
Sleep, sleep, everything is in the dream.
That night, Fu Xize and Xin Ai drank and kissed each other, then went to take a shower. He instinctively thought that something would happen. It wasn't that they had to do the whole thing, but... he could use his hands or his mouth on Xin Ai, and he was sure that he could make Xin Ai happy.
When they got on the bed, Xin Ai leaned into his arms and kissed them both, which further strengthened her intentions in that regard.
Then, Xin Ai fell asleep.
Fu Xize: “…”
Fu Xize felt that he had met a scumbag who would sleep with him as soon as he was flirted with.
The key is that you have to sleep with this scumbag. This scumbag is full of magical attraction to you. From his appearance to his inner qualities, from his touch to his smell, he is poking at your sexual preferences, just like a large aphrodisiac.
You have to take aphrodisiacs to sleep.
How is this possible? !
Fu Xize reached out and turned off the light.
The night did not calm Fu Xize down, only making him restless, unbearable, anxious, and tormented...
I can't sleep.
From childhood to adulthood, the only thing in Fu Xize's life dictionary is not enough sleep, but not being unable to sleep. He falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed, but in such a late night, he still hugs Xin Ai and cannot sleep until three or four o'clock.
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