Feng Wu's pupils shrank.
Like? What do you like?
Do you like him because he is good-looking, or... do you still like him?
The boy's palm was covering the side of his face. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but the other person's soft palm felt a little hot.
Feng Wu felt the heat flowing along the touching skin and gradually reaching his face.
"How could there be such a good-looking person..." Lin Anan muttered drunkenly. There seemed to be a stream of spring water in her eyes, and the blush on her fair cheeks seemed to be dyed by the setting sun. She was quite beautiful.
Feng Wu pursed his lips. His mind told him that he should take a step back and increase the distance between them, but he found that he couldn't do it.
I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, but his emotions are so fluctuating right now.
——I want to be closer to him, want to be closer to him, want to hug him and kiss him...
This voice played in his mind on a loop, forcing him to hold his breath, lest his rapid breathing reveal his current mood.
Lin Anan's hand rubbed Feng Wu's earlobe, as if she had discovered something interesting. She gently poked the blood-red earlobe flesh with her soft fingertips, and then stretched out two fingers to pinch it.
"Soft compress..." He muttered softly, and after playing with it with interest for a while, his fingers slowly slid to Feng Wu's brow bone and landed on the slightly hideous scar.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
Feng Wu looked up at him and saw the pain and worry in the boy's eyes. The moonlight outside the window gently shone on his face. Such an expression...
Feng Wu swallowed hard, and all he could hear in his ears was the sound of his own heartbeat in his chest, and he could hardly hear any other sounds from the outside world.
Lin Anan pursed her lips: "Did you bleed a lot?"
The soft and slightly hot fingertips gently stroked along the scar, as lightly as if being rubbed by soft gauze, it was itchy, and Feng Wu felt that his heart also began to itch.
"Yes." Feng Wu's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he heard his voice become slightly hoarse. "It hurts a lot, but now it doesn't... Be careful!"
Before he could finish his words, the young man in front of him suddenly bent down, but because he was drunk, he didn't sit steadily and almost fell off the bed.
Feng Wu supported him dangerously and helped him back to his original position.
Lin Anan shook her head and muttered in confusion: "My head feels so heavy... Brother Wolf, do I have a fever?"
"You don't have a fever, you're just drunk." Feng Wu explained patiently.
"I'm not drunk!" Lin Anan suddenly shouted. He angrily grabbed Feng Wu's wrist and pulled his hand, which was several sizes larger than his own. "Touch me and see if I have a fever!"
Lin Anan pulled his hand to her cheek, and Feng Wu's fingers curled up subconsciously. The next moment, a soft touch that did not belong to him came up.
Very soft and a little hot.
Lin Anan asked: "Is it hot? Do you have a fever?"
Feng Wu: "...It's a little hot."
Hearing this answer, Lin Anan was a little proud, as if she had won the competition: "I said, I have a fever!"
"Well," Feng Wu followed him, "you have a fever, so you need to have a good--" rest.
Before he could finish his words, Lin Anan interrupted him again: "Brother Wolf, come closer, I can't see you clearly."
"An An, you need to rest." Having said this, Feng Wu still obediently stood up slightly and moved closer to the young man.
"Rest for a while." Lin Anan muttered, "Not close enough, get closer."
Feng Wu had no choice but to move forward again.
Lin Anan frowned in dissatisfaction: "It's not enough..."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hands, held Feng Wu's head with both hands, and pulled his head towards his eyes.
Feng Wu couldn't keep his balance for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his arms to support Lin Anan's body on both sides. Only then did he stabilize his body and did not fall directly on the boy.
“An An——”
The voice stopped abruptly, Feng Wu's breath hitched, and looking at the enlarged face in front of him, his heartbeat suddenly became irregular.
Too close, he thought.
This distance... is a bit dangerous.
Lin Anan's fingers were still tracing the scar on his brow bone. After a moment, he suddenly leaned forward, pouting his lips and breathing a few times.
Feng Wu opened his mouth: "...What are you doing?"
"I'll blow it for you." Lin Anan said seriously, "It hurts if you're injured. Blowing it will make it go away."
Feng Wu: "I don't have any more..."
His words were interrupted again, but this time, it was the soft touch on his scar that interrupted him.
The boy seemed to have a special liking for the scar on his brow bone. He kissed it from the top of the scar to the end of the scar, one kiss after another, delicate and gentle, and the breath he exhaled carried the rich aroma of grapes.
Feng Wu didn't dare to move. His heart was beating too violently, so violently that it hurt a little. He thought his chest would be broken in the next second.
He wanted to step back, but he didn't want to. He wanted to take a step forward, but he didn't dare to move.
He could only maintain his posture with a stiff body, but his hands, which were supported on the bed, were so strong that they left clear wrinkles on the sheets, and his joints began to turn slightly white.
Feng Wu closed his eyes, feeling the boy's kiss lingering on his brow.
After an unknown amount of time, the soft and warm touch finally left him.
Feng Wu couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment. He seemed relieved that Lin Anan left, but also seemed to regret that she left like that.
The next second, a soft and moist touch suddenly appeared on his lips.
Feng Wu suddenly opened his eyes and met the young man's dark pupils. His somewhat blurry face was reflected in his misty eyes, but the shock in those golden pupils was clearly visible.
After the kiss, Lin Anan stepped back a little.
He licked the corner of his lips, and as if that wasn't enough, he moved forward again.
This time the kiss was much harder than before, and even made a loud "chi~"
It was not until Lin Anan leaned back on the pillow at the head of the bed that Feng Wu found his voice again.
Feng Wu swallowed hard, and used the greatest willpower of his life to control himself from continuing to kiss her: "An An——"
He breathed heavily, his voice hoarse: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"I know." Lin Anan curved her eyes, raised her hand to touch her lips, and smiled like a kitten that had stolen some fish, "I'm kissing you!"
Feng Wu gripped the bed sheet a little harder: "Do you know who I am? Do you know, do you know who you are... kissing?"
As if amused by his question, Lin Anan suddenly laughed out loud.
He raised his hand and touched Feng Wu's cheek again, then quickly leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, before leaving, Lin Anan even opened her mouth and childishly bit him.
"You are Brother Lang, and you are Feng Wu." Lin Anan said every word seriously, "I am kissing Brother Lang, Lin Anan is, kissing Feng Wu!"
After saying that, without waiting for Feng Wu to react, Lin Anan moved forward again.
But this time, Lin Anan did not kiss him again. Instead, she put her head on Feng Wu's shoulder and said in a faint voice, "Brother Wolf, I feel so dizzy..."
The boy rubbed his shoulder randomly, and his slightly nasal voice made his tone sound like he was acting like a spoiled child.
"It's so uncomfortable." Lin Anan muttered, "Brother Wolf, please help me. I don't want to feel dizzy and uncomfortable."
Feng Wu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the strong emotions in his golden eyes had been suppressed deep in his pupils.
"Have some sobering soup." Feng Wu held down the restless boy, made him lean against the head of the bed again, and brought him the sobering soup on the bedside.
Perhaps knowing that it was uncomfortable, Lin Anan did not refuse this time. Instead, she obediently drank the soup mouthful by mouthful.
Feng Wu put the empty soup bowl back into the kitchen.
The dinner outside was not over yet. Seeing Feng Wu coming out of the room, Xiong Yingjun, who was eating heartily, asked, "How is An An?"
Feng Wudao: "He has already fallen asleep."
"His alcohol tolerance is really poor, hahaha!" Xiong Yingjun laughed twice without hesitation, and then asked as if he suddenly realized something, "Boss, why is your voice hoarse? Your face is so red, did you drink too much?"
Feng Wu turned his head away and ignored him, going straight back to his room.
Xiong Yingjun scratched his head in confusion: "What's going on?"
Si Youlin grabbed his clothes and said, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Just eat your meal!"
When he woke up the next day, Lin Anan rubbed his dizzy head. The first thing he did after getting up was to go to the bathroom and take a shower.
The other bed in the room was tidy and looked like no one had ever slept in it.
But Lin Anan knew that Feng Wu had the habit of making his bed every time he got up.
After taking a shower, Lin Anan finally felt refreshed and her head didn't seem so heavy anymore.
When I pushed the door open to leave the bathroom, the door of the room was opened from the outside.
Lin Anan looked up and saw the familiar golden eyes as expected.
Feng Wu held a kettle in one hand and a plate in the other. On the plate were a bowl of millet porridge and a stack of cut fruits.
Lin Anan clearly saw that when Feng Wu looked at him, his earlobes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Anan wanted to laugh, but she held it back.
Feng Wu put the kettle and the plate on the table, glanced at him, and quickly looked away.
"How do you feel?" he asked. "Does your head still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Lin Anan shook her head, "I'm just a little hungry."
He wiped his hair roughly with a towel, then sat down on the edge of the bed and took the cup of water handed to him by Feng Wu.
"The millet porridge is still a little hot." Feng Wu said, "Drink some warm water to moisten your throat first."
Lin Anan nodded obediently and watched Feng Wu gently stir the millet porridge, trying to make it cool down faster.
As if he noticed Lin Anan was looking at him, Feng Wuqing raised his eyelids and looked back.
"You..." He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he said nothing.
Lin Anan blinked: "What's wrong?"
Feng Wu lowered his eyes again, and raised them again after a while: "You... do you still remember last night..."
"Last night?" Lin Anan smiled a little embarrassedly, "I was drunk last night. Did I cause a lot of trouble for Brother Wolf?"
Feng Wu's tone choked: "You don't remember?"
Lin Anan was at a loss: "Remember what?"
Feng Wu closed his eyes, and a trace of disappointment flashed across his usually calm face.
He looked like a neglected big dog. Lin Anan could almost imagine the big tail hanging down on the ground behind him.
Lin Anan burst out laughing: "What do you want me to remember?"
Feng Wu pursed his lips.
"Remember I said you were pretty? Remember I asked you if it hurt? Or…"
Lin Anan suddenly leaned forward and gave Feng Wu a kiss on his tightly pursed lips.
"Or do you remember me kissing you like this?"
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