02 A boy's first kiss was forcibly taken by his teacher, and he was filled with longing for love every day.
"Why aren't you in bed? Your fever hasn't completely subsided yet." Su Chan shook the water off his hands.
"I need some fresh air; lying down for too long is uncomfortable." Qin Feng stood by the bed, looking at the lush greenery outside the window.
Su Chan was both in pain and angry, making a lot of noise while serving tea and water.
"Are you in a bad mood?" Qin Feng took the hot water he was offered.
"Mind your own business? Can't you take care of yourself? What if you catch a fever again? Won't your girlfriend worry?" Su Chan rolled her eyes at him.
Qin Feng remained silent, quietly sitting down on the sofa. In front of him was a fruit platter prepared by Su Chan, with mangoes on the left and strawberries on the right. Suddenly remembering something, he picked up a strawberry, put it in his mouth, and slowly chewed.
"Huh? Didn't you say you didn't like strawberries? The mango was specially prepared for you." Su Chan was surprised. He remembered that Qin Feng had said he only liked mangoes and hated strawberries, and always ordered mangoes at the coffee shop.
"I sometimes want to eat it often, it's really delicious."
An anger, which seemed to come from nowhere, burned Su Chan, making him feel increasingly wronged. Suddenly, he realized that this man hadn't told him a single truth. He picked up the fruit plate, swept the mangoes into the trash can with one hand, and then slammed the plate down on the coffee table, splashing a patch of strawberries.
After doing this, I suddenly felt extremely impolite, ashamed, and even more embarrassed and indignant. I picked up my backpack and was about to leave.
"You're almost fully recovered, I'm leaving now." Her voice was almost choked with sobs.
Qin Feng suddenly stood up to block him, feeling dizzy and unsteady, still weak.
Su Chan felt sorry for him and helped him up.
"I'm going back now. Don't move around too much. Sit down and eat your strawberries."
Qin Feng grabbed his wrist, not with much force, but enough to restrain the boy.
Why are you leaving?
The gentle tone touched Su Chan's heart, and he could no longer hold back his grievances, so he burst into tears.
"Didn't you say you didn't like strawberries? Why are you suddenly saying they're delicious?"
"I... I just ate some strawberries and you cried? Are you that stingy? You can have them all." He was still gentle, so gentle it was almost melting. The gentler he was, the more aggrieved Su Chan felt.
He twisted his arm, trying to break free from Qin Feng's grasp.
"Let go, let go! I want to go home. You don't need me anymore."
Unfortunately, the more she twisted, the tighter it became, and she couldn't break free. She simply burst into tears, threw down her backpack, and pounded her fist on Qin Feng's chest.
"Who wants to eat your strawberries? You never tell the truth! Didn't you say you didn't like strawberries? Didn't you say you only liked men? How come you have a girlfriend? Liar! Liar!"
She pounded her small fists on the man's chest like raindrops, while her other slender wrist was pinched painfully by the man, and tears streamed down her face.
The man suddenly tightened his grip, pulling his swaying body into his arms with ease.
Su Chan was startled and blushed as she tried to back away, but she heard the man still breathing heavily and weakly. Not wanting to make any big movements, she just kept squirming in his arms.
"You're jealous."
Su Chan froze, as if a secret had been discovered; his eyes trembled slightly, and his gaze darted away.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I be jealous? What does it have to do with me?"
"She is my sister."
Suddenly, a sense of reassurance came over him, and Su Chan's tear-stained face brightened instantly. The young man, after all, did not know how to hide his emotions, and he burst into tears and laughter at the same time, feeling ugly even to himself.
"Oh, so it's your sister. She's very pretty, but you don't need to explain to me."
He finally stopped hitting him. Qin Feng released his wrist, but then wrapped his arms around his waist. He lowered his head, but Su Chan tried to lift his face and push away his chest.
The man's dark eyes were filled with tenderness, and he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his breathing quickening. Held in his arms, Su Chan looked as small as a kitten.
"What are you doing? Let go! Ouch, it's so hard, let go!" He seemed even weaker than the patient, unable to push him away no matter what he did, his body trembling slightly.
"You're very nervous." The man's face drew closer and closer, his warm breath tickling the boy's face, making him feel unbearably hot.
"I won't... um..." Before he could finish speaking, the man had already pressed his lips to his small, red mouth.
He froze, not daring to move, his two big, watery doe eyes wide open, his blinking eyelashes brushing against Qin Feng's skin, his lips trembling as Qin Feng's thin lips pressed against them.
Qin Feng felt ticklish from his brushing and suddenly chuckled.
Su Chan felt as if he had been electrocuted.
"What are you laughing at? Am I funny?" My pride was hurt.
"Let go, I don't want you to hug me." He struggled like a kitten, rubbing his head against Qin Feng's chest, his hair all messed up.
"I wasn't laughing." Qin Feng looked at him with affection.
"You laughed, I heard you laugh. You were the one who forcibly kissed me, and yet you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was forcibly kissed again. This time, Qin Feng didn't tolerate it. He took the opportunity to fall down, and the two of them fell onto the sofa. Qin Feng held him in the corner of the sofa, unable to move.
The man still had his arms around his waist, his thin lips pressed against his round forehead, then his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, and finally his eyelids. Suddenly, he stuck out his tongue and gently licked the undried tear stains.
It was slightly salty, but he liked it very much. He licked it clean little by little, then kissed his small, pointed nose, and then his mouth.
Su Chan was so nervous that he felt weak all over, and he was panting as if he was suffocating. His fragrant breath tantalized the man, and he invaded the boy's lips.
The boy, however, tightened his lips, unsure of what to do.
"You don't?" The man's deep, magnetic voice almost melted the boy's heart.
"Um......"
"Open your mouth."
The boy opened his mouth slightly, and the man's tongue slowly probed in, sweeping across his teeth from left to right, and then probing further in.
"Stick your tongue out."
The boy gasped, his tongue trembling as he met the man's tongue, only to be suddenly caught and tightly wrapped by the man's tongue, with nowhere to escape.
The man stirred and lingered in his mouth, swirling his saliva and swallowing. The boy gradually relaxed, immersed in the intimacy, and quickly grasped the technique, responding to the man by offering his sweet little tongue.
The man took turns sucking on his lips, and an electric-like pleasure spread from his lips. The boy's mind gradually went blank, and he could only whimper softly in his throat. Good little kitten.
Wearing soft pajamas, Qin Feng couldn't help but press one leg against Su Chan's lower abdomen. His breathing became heavier, and he pressed his leg down forcefully, squeezing the boy's leg tightly.
The man kissed downwards, sucking on the boy's pointed chin and then his neck. The boy couldn't help but tilt his head back, leaving glistening saliva on his delicate neck.
The man's tongue roamed over the boy's neck, and the sensitive boy groaned unconsciously.
"Uh-huh......"
Her tongue landed on his small, delicate earlobe, the ear canal tickling intensely from the man's breath.
"Zen......"
"Um......"
Call me...
"Brother Qin Feng..."
The soft, panting moans stirred the man's heart, like being scratched by tiny claws. Suddenly, the man felt an impulse, and his fingertips quietly lifted the boy's shirt, caressing his ribs before covering his bulging breasts.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm, full breasts had hard, small nipples. He suddenly pinched them, applying force with his fingertips, and a strong electric current surged through him.
"Ah!" the boy cried out, suddenly waking up. He opened his eyes abruptly, his small mouth trembling with fear.
"No, brother, no!"
Qin Feng was puzzled. He let Su Chan push him away, got up like a gust of wind, and hurriedly found his backpack.
"Are you feeling better? I really need to go home now, my parents will be worried."
She bowed apologetically, not daring to look the man in the eye, and then quickly started having sex.
Qin Feng sat silently on the sofa, then suddenly let out a soft hum, looking at his right hand that had just touched the boy's chest.
Su Chanfeng boarded the subway like a whirlwind. All the way, he felt like everyone was watching him, and his face burned. He was too scared to look up.
She ran home like the wind, hid in her bedroom, and said she was studying in the evening so her family wouldn't disturb her.
He curled up in the blanket, his head covered, his heavy breathing making the blanket uncomfortably hot.
My mind is filled with Qin Feng's face, his kisses, his embrace, and his hands.
Good heavens, his hand, he touched his own strange body.
What will he think?
Su Chan angrily pounded her head with her little fist. How could she let Brother Qin Feng touch her?
He'd definitely think he's a freak! If, if he saw what's below...
He dared not think about it; he could not piece together the look of disgust in Qin Feng's eyes. If he truly despised him, Su Chan could not face this fatal pain.
He looked at his phone; Qin Feng hadn't sent a WeChat message.
He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Qin Feng's tender kisses one moment and himself with his legs spread wide in front of Qin Feng the next, but he couldn't see the expression on the other's face at all.
Waking up from such a frantic and conflicted dream, it's already Monday.
Qin Feng didn't contact him for a whole week, and he didn't dare to start a conversation.
On Wednesday, he encountered a difficult physics problem. He mustered up his courage, took a picture, and sent it to the other party. The other party quickly sent a video of the solution, speaking in an indifferent tone, with slender fingers writing quickly on paper, without any emotion in his voice.
The cold video and the longing caused the boy heart-wrenching pain, and he cried while lying on his desk.
That jerk, is it really true that he can't accept himself like this?
He was so angry that he smashed his phone and vowed never to talk to that scumbag again.
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