Chapter 17 Lu Fangchi, I like you

The corners of Lu Fangchi's lips froze.

Zhou Zheng moved behind him, moved closer to Lu Fangchi, and repeated: "Lu Fangchi, did you hear me? I like you."

His tone was very serious, and the hot air he exhaled while speaking was extremely tingling behind my ears.

Lu Fangchi didn't dare to answer. He ignored his burning earlobe and quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Zhou Zheng, who had not received a response, did not force it and made some sporadic movements.

Lu Fangchi closed his eyes and listened to the movement. He felt his wrist being lifted by Zhou Zheng and a cool feeling touched his skin. It seemed that something was being lifted.

Zhou Zheng held his wrist and examined it for a while. He bought two of them at great expense. As expected, red suited him better. The small brown mole on his wrist and the red braided chain complemented each other. He put his hand back into the quilt and patted it. "Good night, Lu Fangchi. Happy New Year."

Zhou Zheng lay down, staring at Lu Fangchi's back with his face turned sideways. His clothes slightly raised the shape of his butterfly bones, and his thin back added a sense of noble abstinence to him. He slowly closed his eyes in reverie.

A soft snoring sound came from behind him. Zhou Zheng, who had been noisy for most of the night, finally fell asleep. Lu Fangchi opened his eyes in frustration and rubbed his earlobe vigorously. He wanted to sleep but couldn't fall asleep.

Thanks to Zhou Zhenglin's "confession" before going to bed, Lu Fangchi's brain is buzzing, and the only thing flying around in his mind is "I like you".

Lu Fangchi wanted to smoke, so he half-stood up, paused for a moment, and then lay down again. Forget it.

It was not worth waking Zhou Zheng up. He could not confront Zhou Zheng about his so-called "love" now.

Lu Fangchi lay down with his back to Zhou Zheng. He bit his fingernails and began to think. What happened to Zhou Zheng suddenly?

No way, Lu Fangchi tried hard to find clues to convince himself that Zhou Zheng was joking, but the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, because he suddenly realized that the other party might be serious.

The more Lu Fangchi thought about it, the more confused his mind became, like a rope with a knot that became tighter the more it was untied. His brows were twisted into an "eight" shape, and he couldn't find the answer no matter how much he thought about it.

His mind was in a mess until the sky broke outside the window and tiny spots of light danced on the curtains, and then Lu Fangchi closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

"Xiao Chi, Xiao Chi..." A whisper sounded in my ears.

Lu Fangchi opened his eyes with great effort and looked down to find himself sitting on the sofa. Zhou Zheng was half squatting on the carpet in front of him, his chin resting on Lu Fangchi's knees. His peach blossom eyes were tilted upwards, his pupils were clear, and his thick, red, moist lips opened and closed: "Are your legs sore? Let me massage them for you." His expression was full of flattery and coquettishness.

Lu Fangchi couldn't feel his lower body at all. He opened his mouth without uttering a sound, and Zhou Zheng started moving on his own. With the movement, his chest was opened up. His milky white skin and tight, well-defined muscles were really a test of one's will.

Lu Fangchi always wanted to reach out and touch it to experience the feel and elasticity, but he was distracted by a wave of itchiness that extended from his calves to his spine and rushed straight to his forehead. No, how can you pinch your legs with your mouth?

Zhou Zheng's lips were imprinted on the calf, slowly moving upwards, as if burning people. Lu Fangchi felt a burning sensation where he passed by.

They were climbing higher and higher and were about to reach a dangerous area. Beads of sweat were dripping from Lu Fangchi's forehead, but his mouth seemed to be stuck with 502 glue and he couldn't even shout a damn thing.

Finally, he held the zipper in his mouth, his white teeth biting the metal with a "clicking" sound, his cheeks flushed, his eyes were hazy, and his voice was full of charm: "Do you want it?"

Lu Fangchi scratched the flesh of his palms with his fingernails, trying to sober himself up.

Refuse, refuse!

He was unable to utter a word and shook his head with difficulty.

The next second, Zhou Zheng grinned maliciously and pulled down the zipper without allowing anyone to refuse...

No! Lu Fangchi suddenly opened his eyes and saw a milky white ceiling. He raised his hand and wiped his forehead, which was covered with sweat.

It turned out to be a dream, and the ups and downs of Lu Fangchi's chest reflected the reality of this dream.

Shit, what's going on? Lu Fangchi pursed his lips and turned his head to look to the side. Fortunately, the object of his spring dream was not there.

Speak of the devil, the next second the door handle turned, Zhou Zheng poked his head out of the door, saw Lu Fangchi woke up, and said, "You're awake, just in time for lunch, you slept for so long, it's already noon."

Lu Fangchi looked up at him. Zhou Zheng had a refreshed look on his face, with his raised eyebrows making his expression clean and lively. He was wearing a homely white T-shirt and light-colored jeans, looking like a grown man, but somehow his look overlapped with the blushing and heart-pounding look in his dream.

A layer of heat rose on Lu Fangchi's face. He turned his eyes away expressionlessly, slid down, buried half of his face in the quilt, and hummed.

Zhou Zheng thought he was going to stay in bed again, so he walked to the bed, reached out to pull his quilt, and said, "Get up and eat, then go back to sleep."

Lu Fangchi rolled up into the quilt with a big movement, and said with a hint of annoyance: "Get up slowly, don't rush me."