my you

Chapter 43

The alarm clock that was set on the mobile phone rang without fail. Fang Sheng habitually touched the head of the bed, but stretched out a hand behind his back to turn it off for him.

The man was still in a daze, and softly pressed against Fang Sheng's ear, and said, "It's only six o'clock, go to sleep."

Fang Sheng remembered to pour water, but was dragged down by him.

Lu Ding touched his mobile phone impatiently, and transferred 30 yuan to Fang Sheng, "30 yuan will buy you an hour, and sleep with me again."

"I'm thirsty." He dragged Fang Sheng down on the bed, and was held in his arms again, unable to get out even after struggling.

"Kiss me," Lu Ding put his face in front of Fang Sheng's, "kiss my husband to help you pour water."

"Boom~"

Lu Ding quickly sat up from the bed, dangled in his big underpants to boil the water, and then ran back quickly and got under the covers.

The living room and kitchen are all supported by weak heating, and the temperature is as low as that of the outdoors. Even though it has picked up in March, it is not warm enough for him to walk around in a pair of underpants.

It's cold, Lu Ding took a deep breath, and hugged the warm handbag next to him again.

"Baby," Lu Ding put his hand on Fang Sheng's waist, and asked half awake, "Do you want to train today?"

Fang Sheng smiled slightly, "Yes, do you want to see it?"

"I want to go, but I'm afraid I can't help but touch you." Lu Ding hugged him tighter again, "It used to be unfair, but it's different now."

"Come if you want," Fang Sheng looked at him, and touched Lu Ding's lips with his fingers, "Since I want to be with you, I don't have to be afraid of anything."

Lu Ding lowered his head and put the finger in his mouth, bit his upper and lower teeth gently, and licked his fingertips with his tongue inadvertently, "Okay, anyway, if other people want to scold, they will scold me too."

A pot of water boiled quickly, and the steam rushed out from the ventilation holes, fogging the glasses of the person who poured the water.

"It's still early," Lu Ding brought water to Fang Sheng, and looked at his watch, "Do you want to go back to the cafeteria or let me make it for you now?"

"You do it," Fang Sheng blew a cool breath on the surface of the water, "I want to eat egg pancakes, I left some hot and spicy soup last night, you can add some water to heat it up, and I can make do with it."

Lu Ding lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it, frowned slightly, "It's better not to drink, go back to school and eat, and there seems to be no pan here, so you can't fry omelets."

Fang Sheng leaned over to take a look, and the remaining bowl of Hu spicy soup had a layer of oil on the surface, which really didn't look very tasty.

"Wait for me to clean up the pot, you can play games," Lu Ding rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, "We will go for a morning run before eating when we go back to school."

Holding up his mobile phone, Fang Sheng immediately retorted: "I don't, I hate morning jogging the most."

Holding the steel ball in his hand, Lu Ding didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "The reason."

"In the early morning, plants have just finished respiration all night, and at this time the sunlight is not very strong, and the photosynthesis is not strong. At this time, the oxygen content in the air is very low. Speaking of it, it is better to run at night. "

The person who washed the pot nodded, "That's the truth."

Those who play with mobile phones stopped playing with their mobile phones, and ran over to wrap their arms around Lu Ding's waist from behind, "Look, I'm going to train all day today, it's not bad for a while, is it?"

"Yes," Lu Ding shook his head helplessly, "Go and play on the sofa, don't get in the way here."

Fang Sheng kissed him lightly on the back of his neck, and planned to run away after touching the fire.

Lu Ding grabbed Fang Sheng's wrist and pulled him into his arms cleverly.

The foam from the dish soap stained Fang Sheng's wrist, and even his cuffs were a little wet.

"Take off my glasses." Lu Ding looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

Fang Sheng took off his glasses by one of the temples, and threw them on the kitchen counter.

Those beautiful eyes looked much better without the glasses. Fang Sheng felt that he was fascinated by them.

The kiss that smelled of mint toothpaste first landed on Fang Sheng's forehead, then the corners of his eyes, then his nose and the side of his face, and finally landed on his mouth that also smelled of mint.

With the consistent rhythm, the steady breathing collided together, and the familiar aroma rushed into the nasal cavity, soaking every cell in Lu Ding's body, forcing him to deepen the long kiss.

Lu Ding turned his head to look at Fang Sheng, who was sitting next to him, nibbling on an egg pancake with relish, and licked the corner of his mouth with great aftertaste.

"You take out the basketball I gave you later," Lu Ding handed him a tissue, motioning him to wipe the oil from the corner of his mouth, "I want to take a photo as a profile picture."

"I want to take a picture too." Fang Sheng piled the bowls and chopsticks of the two of them together, and stuffed the freshly peeled egg into Lu Ding's mouth.

Lu Ding finished chewing with his head on his back, staring at his side face, "How do you want to shoot?"

"Give me your hand." Fang Sheng said.

There are not many people in the restaurant on the weekend morning, but there are still many people around them who are eating.

In doubt, Lu Ding put his right hand on Fang Sheng's left hand, interlocked his fingers, and looked around, "Why?"

But Fang Shou didn't seem to be afraid of being seen by others, so he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of their hands together.

In the photo, two white hands are intertwined, with distinct joints, and they hold each other tightly. The background is the black solid wood table of the restaurant and a pile of egg shells thrown not far away.

Lu Ding watched the man let go of his hand, and then replaced all the avatars with the photo he just took.

The eye sockets turned red inexplicably.

He sniffed, took Fang Shou's hand and stuffed it in his pocket again, "Aren't we supposed to be people living under the scorching sun?"

Fang held his hand tightly, "Yeah, that's what you told me."

Fang Sheng didn't take his hands out of his pockets until he reached the gymnasium.

He was admitted to a prestigious school in China and studied the ace major in the school. During the summer vacation when he should be the happiest, the people closest to him made him feel sick again and again.

When he saw Lu Dingfeng stepping on a skateboard like Lu Dingfeng on the basketball court, his heart was moved.

He mustered up the courage to approach, went up to provoke, and had a fight with Lu Ding.

Later, he only dared to keep a distance from him cautiously.

Fang Sheng hated his own cowardice, but he was glad that he was cowardly.

Now they are together, dare to be together.

After Lu Ding sent Fang Sheng to the gymnasium, he came to the basketball court alone.First, he set up the skateboard, then placed the basketball he gave Fang Sheng on the skateboard, took a photo from a distance, and also replaced all the avatars with this photo.

Just a few seconds later, both Lu Xiao and An Shaowen sent him messages with the same content:

- Are you together?

Lu Ding smiled and sent them the photos taken by Fang Sheng, and said triumphantly:

--Yes.

This feeling is different from when she was in love with Xu Ying before.

The relationship between him and Fang Sheng is very comfortable.

This kind of comfort is very simple. For example, if he sends Fang Sheng something, Fang Sheng will send it back. It's not a haggling, but a kind of equality in love.

Lu Ding himself was also happy, after all, Fang Sheng was excellent in all aspects, and it was a blessing to find such an excellent boyfriend.

"What are you happy about?" Fang Sheng was doing plank support, turning his head and laughing at him.

"I'm happy with you."

Fang Sheng's training today is very targeted.He lacked strength in his arms and back, so the coach kept making him lift weights, do push-ups, and do planks.

Sweat dripped drop after drop on the ground, Fang Sheng gritted his teeth hard and kept shaking, but his movements were still standard.

Lu Ding was sitting on the yoga mat next to him, with Fang Sheng's lab report on his slanted legs—he was helping Fang Sheng to check.

"Xiao Lu," the coach called him.

Lu Ding put away those few pages and responded.

In the past few months, Lu Ding always followed Fang Sheng to the gymnasium, and got acquainted with the coach.

The coach pointed at Fang Sheng, "Sit on his waist."

Lu Ding frowned slightly, looked at Fang Sheng on the ground, then turned his head to look at the coach, forced the corners of his mouth into a smile, "I can sit on his ass to death."

"How many pounds are you?" the coach asked.

"One hundred and three four, I've gained weight recently." Lu Ding replied honestly.

"If you don't sit," the coach pointed to a member of the school team who was standing on his head in the distance, "I'll let him come. That guy has also gained weight recently, and he's about ten catties heavier than you."

"Then I'll sit." Lu Ding looked at Fang Sheng, who was still struggling to hold on, and said in his heart: Xiao Fang, it's not that I'm cruel, it's mainly because I changed that buddy to come over, I think I can really sit on your ass to death.

Lu Ding took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the sweat on Fang Sheng's back and waist. Just as he was thinking about helping him to be lazy, Fang Sheng's deep voice came.

"Sit down, I have a lot of fat on my waist recently."

Lu Ding reached out and pinched Fang Sheng's waist. He didn't feel the fat, but touched his abdominal muscles wet with sweat.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Fang Sheng was pinched by him, and fell to the ground itchy, "You can just sit if you want, what do you mean by tickling me?"

When Fang Sheng stood up again, Lu Ding sat on his waist like a stool, leaned into his ear and said, "Check your boyfriend's homework."

"This homework will be checked by the instructor. You don't need it." Fang Sheng's back was shaking a little, but he still managed to talk to him, "Have you finished reading my lab report? Is it okay?"

"No problem, and Xiao Fang's handwriting is very beautiful, here I want to focus on praise."

"It's not as good as yours." Fang Sheng took a deep breath tremblingly, "Why are you praising now? We took a class together for a semester. Oh, I see, you don't care about me at all, so you didn't care about me before." Pay attention to whether my handwriting is good or not."

"You didn't take notes well in class," Lu Ding said, lifting his butt up, "It's hard to write that word seriously."

"Don't let the water go," the coach ran over anxiously, "Don't think I don't know you lifted your butt, put your feet on it too."

Lu Ding pursed his lips and wanted to argue, "I didn't."

The coach looked at him with folded arms and a smile.

"Okay, okay, your eyes are really sharp." Lu Ding also put his feet up, sat cross-legged on Fang Sheng's back, and then stretched out his palms to the distance, indicating that the coach can leave at ease.

Fang Sheng couldn't hold on anymore, the coach collapsed within a few steps, and Lu Ding followed his movements and lay on the side staggeringly.

"If you can't, just take a break." Lu Ding handed him a piece of paper, but Fang Sheng didn't take it. He grabbed the towel beside him with his backhand and wiped from his face to his hair, then his neck and chest. A sense of clutter.

Fang Sheng threw the towel aside, "I'm so tired, please rub my waist."

Lu Ding took the towel and wiped the sweat on Fang Sheng's back, and began to knead his waist like kneading dough, laughing while kneading, "We look like we just did something, it's not serious. "