14. Aesthetics
47.
Saying it would be delayed for half an hour was completely deceptive. Lin Can was lying on the edge of the bathtub, being restrained by Fu Xingzhi and entered from behind. From the time he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to stop, at least an hour had passed.
Lin Can was nearly in tears, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming current raging through his body. His body was already sensitive, and Fu Xingzhi's actions had aroused all his senses. The slightest friction on his anus sent him into a spasm, leaving him unable to stand.
"Fu Xingzhi... I still have homework..." He had no choice but to come up with this excuse.
Fortunately, the man behind him was finally able to regain his consciousness. Fu Xingzhi pushed deep into him and ejaculated inside.
Fu Xingzhi panted softly. He himself didn't understand why he couldn't control himself every time he touched Lin Can's body. Even now, after he ejaculated, he was reluctant to pull out.
"I'm sorry." He apologized devoutly.
Even though he knew Lin Can had classes tomorrow, he still had no self-control like a young boy in his first love and did it three times in a row.
Lin Can didn't blame him, but hesitantly asked, "Um... can you pull it out?"
Although it was very comfortable to insert it, his waist was really sore and his legs were too weak to stand.
Fu Xingzhi seemed to have just reacted, and reluctantly withdrew from Lin Can's body, and picked him up with his big hands.
48.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, both of them tacitly avoided each other's gaze.
One is at the age of being as hungry as a wolf and the other is just getting a taste of the sweetness. Just looking at each other is like burning fire, and holding hands is like burning desire.
Finally, Fu Xingzhi forced himself to talk to Lin Can about business to divert his attention, "What was the homework you just mentioned?"
Speaking of homework, Lin Can couldn't help but recall the feeling of Fu Xingzhi holding his waist and entering him fiercely. It was different from entering from the front. That posture seemed to rub the most sensitive point in his body more, and it made him almost lose his sanity.
Wait a moment!
Lin Can suddenly realized that he was actually reminiscing about this kind of thing!
"Huh? What's wrong?" Fu Xingzhi noticed his absent-mindedness.
Lin Can tried to correct his increasingly perverse thoughts, trying to steer them in an academic direction. "It's a presentation on the history of British literature."
Fu Xingzhi said, "That's easy. I can help you after dinner."
49.
In fact, this is basically next week's homework, and there is no rush to do it. The reason I just came up with is because Lin Can couldn't bear it anymore.
Lin Can picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, but couldn't help but be distracted again.
In the living room that afternoon, Fu Xingzhi held him and pushed him up the stairs. That sore and numb feeling...
"Lin Can? Is something wrong? Why are you in a daze?" Fu Xingzhi, who was sitting opposite him at the dining table, showed a worried look.
Ever since they just finished, Lin Can would occasionally show a dazed expression like this one. He couldn't help but worry, was she broken by him?
Lin Can shook his head, "It's okay."
You're lying. He's not just in trouble. He thinks his brain must be broken.
50.
Now that he had opened his mouth, Lin Can also did next week's homework.
Fu Xingzhi's home had many books for reference. Lin Can stood by the bookshelf, browsed for a while, picked out a few, and asked him cautiously, "Can I borrow these books?"
"Of course." Fu Xingzhi also took out four or five more books. "You should be able to use these as well."
Lin Can was flattered. He knew that these were very precious books. Normally, he would not even let others clean them, let alone lend them to others for casual reading.
But this is his own idea. As for Fu Xingzhi, he wanted to tell Lin Can directly: You can tear up, burn or bury all my books as long as you like.
51.
Lin Can spent an hour preparing the preliminary materials and planned to spend another half an hour making the PPT.
Fu Xingzhi had almost finished his official duties and turned to ask Lin Can, "How is it going? Is everything going well?"
"Well, all that's missing is the PPT."
Fu Xingzhi stood up from his office chair, walked around the desk and came behind Lin Can. Originally, he just wanted to watch quietly, but unfortunately he couldn't help it.
Lin Can's materials were well prepared, but the PPT template...
“Is this the template you made yourself?”
"yes."
"cough……"
It is a pity that although Lin Can has been a top student since childhood, his aesthetic taste seems to have always been poor.
How could a good young boy like a PPT with a blue screen and black text throughout?
Fu Xingzhi sighed and said, "I'll help you modify the template when you're done."
As a result, the time was changed to eleven o'clock.
Lin Can was really unexpected. Not only did he make a very dark page, he also added all kinds of cool switching effects and sound effects. How could Fu Xingzhi, who had been learning to draw since elementary school, tolerate this?
Looking at Fu Xingzhi's helpless eyes, Lin Can was obviously a little disappointed and asked him: "Is my aesthetic taste really that bad?"
Fu Xingzhi hugged Lin Can and held him on his lap, then kissed him on the ear.
"In terms of choosing men, it's true," Fu Xingzhi smiled lightly, "but fortunately, I finally corrected it in time."
Lin Can was also amused by him, "Mr. Fu, are you bragging?"
"Obviously, yes," he admitted generously.
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