Wild and easy to tame

Chapter 27

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Feng Zhuo was still stubbornly struggling in his arms, but Duan Yi's arms were getting tighter and tighter, refusing to let him go.

"Feng Zhuo, Feng Zhuo," Duan Yi called him with a frown, and then said, "I'm not laughing at you."

He still explained it to him who was drunk: "I respect everyone's sexual orientation, not to mention that I am also the same. I laughed because you said you were afraid of me getting angry, which made me feel that you cared about me."

"do you understand me?"

Feng Zhuo didn't speak, and he didn't make a fuss anymore, he was very quiet.

Duan Yi slowly let go of him, only to realize that he was drowsy.

Duan Yi was helpless and took a deep breath.

It's useless.

He hailed a taxi and took the man back to his house.

Feng Zhuo slept with his eyes closed all the way, leaning on his shoulder.

Feng Zhuo woke up when he got out of the car, but he was still very drunk, and was helped into the house by Duan Yi's arms.

Duan Shulan hasn't slept yet, she is waiting for Duan Yi to come back in the living room.

Unexpectedly, his son brought Feng Zhuo back.

Duan Shulan who was sitting on the sofa saw this posture, got up in surprise, and asked concerned: "Is Zhuo Zhuo drunk again?"

Duan Yi made a "hmm" and said lightly, "I'll take him upstairs first."

"Okay," Duan Shulan walked to the kitchen, "I'll get you some water."

Duan Yi took Feng Zhuo to his room and asked Feng Zhuo to sit by the bed.

Feng Zhuo immediately fell back and lay on his bed.

Duan Yi turned on the floor lamp by the bed, pulled the quilt over him, and then turned and left the bedroom.

With closed eyes, Feng Zhuo slowly opened them.

His stomach was overwhelmed, he lifted the quilt and sat up, slowly slid out of the bed, and sat on the ground with his legs bent against the bed board.

He drooped his head, resting his arms on his knees, resisting the discomfort in his stomach, but he couldn't suppress the bitterness in his heart.

Feng Zhuo's eyes became more and more sore uncontrollably.

The room was so quiet, you could almost hear a needle drop.

Suddenly, there was a sound of opening the door.

Duan Yi walked in with a glass of lemonade.

He saw that Feng Zhuo was not lying on the bed, but curled up beside the bed, frowning.

Duan Yi came over with a water glass, and squatted down in front of Feng Zhuo with his head down.

Only then did he realize that he was crying through the light of the floor lamp.

He was crying silently.

Duan Yi doesn't know how to coax others, and he can't stand others crying.

He frowned slightly, and called in a low voice, "Feng Zhuo?"

Feng Zhuo ignored him, still lowered his head and sniffed.

Duan Yi stretched out his hand without the water glass, trying to wipe his tears, but Feng Zhuo raised his hand to block it.

Feng Zhuo raised his face and turned his head away, looking away, stubbornly refusing to look at Duan Yi.

His eyes were red and brightened by tears.

Duan Yi asked lamely, "Do you want some water?"

He said, handing over the water glass.

Feng Zhuo pushed his hand away resistingly: "I won't drink!"

Unexpectedly, the water glass would slip from Duan Yi's hand, and the lemonade in the glass immediately spilled on his clothes.

Duan Yi was not spared either.

With a muffled sound, the glass fell to the ground, but it was not broken.

Feng Zhuo looked down at his soaked clothes, and pursed his lips tightly.

Duan Yi, who usually has a bad temper, was not angry, but asked, "Did you not listen to what I told you before going home?"

Feng Zhuo said in a muffled voice, "What did you say to me?"

Duan Yi completely lost his temper.

It really is nothing.

He touched the phone, turned on the video recording function in the camera, held the phone from the side, keeping their faces in the camera, and explained to Feng Zhuo again: "I didn't laugh at you, I laughed because , You said that you were afraid that I would be angry, which made me feel that you cared about me."

"Feng Zhuo, I respect and understand everyone's sexual orientation, besides, I like men just like you."

Feng Zhuo looked up at Duan Yi in shock.

There were still traces of tears on his face.

"Did you understand this time?" Duan Yi stared at him and asked in a low voice.

Feng Zhuo didn't speak immediately, only tears fell down again.

He didn't even know he could cry so much.

Or maybe it's just because of the alcohol and the inability to control emotions.

"I thought you were laughing at me for liking the same sex..." Feng Zhuo said intermittently while crying, "I'm afraid you think I'm disgusting."

"Before you said this, I was very confused. Yang Qingqing said that I deserve to be liked, but if I deserve to be liked, why my parents don't want me, and the people I like laugh at me...why, I want love, I can’t get it at all.”

Duan Yi has put down his phone.

He reached out and wiped Feng Zhuo's tears away with his fingertips, then murmured: "I like you, Feng Zhuo."

"I'll give you the love you want." After Duan Yi said distressedly, he hugged Feng Zhuo gently.

"You kept asking me what I lacked before, and I said I don't lack anything, and I will ask you for it when I am missing anything." Duan Yi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he said seriously: "Now I am lacking, and I want to ask you for a copy." Feelings, there is another person."

Feng Zhuo cried even harder.

He buried his face in her neck and shoulders, and said angrily while crying: "It's so annoying! I don't want to cry."

But the tears were disobedient and kept gushing out.

Then he sniffed and complained dissatisfiedly: "The clothes are all soaked, it's so uncomfortable."

Duan Yi said, "I want to know your answer."

Feng Zhuo was silent, and raised his arms to hug him back.

"I'm greedy for your likes."

"I want the love you give me."

"Teacher Yi," Feng Zhuo sniffed, "talk to me."

Duan Yi responded: "Okay."

Although Duan Yi had put his phone aside long ago, the recording of the video did not stop.

Everything they said was captured on video.

Afterwards, Feng Zhuo was pulled up from the ground by Duan Yi, Duan Yi found him some clothes, and Feng Zhuo went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Duan Yi stopped recording the video and sent a copy to Feng Zhuo.

For the sake of it, he wakes up tomorrow morning and refuses to admit it.

After taking a shower, Feng Zhuo came out wearing Duan Yi's T-shirt and sweatpants.

Although Duan Yi is slightly taller than him, the clothes fit him well.

Duan Yi has already gone to help him pour a glass of lemonade again.

He handed Feng Zhuo the water, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When Duan Yi came out of the bathroom, Feng Zhuo had already fallen asleep on the bed.

He had no pillow or quilt.

Just like that, he fell asleep with his legs slightly curled up and his back slightly arched.

Duan Yi came to the bed, moved him up, let him sleep on the pillow, and then helped him cover the quilt.

Then, Duan Yi lay down on the other side of the bed, reached out and turned off the light.

The room suddenly plunged into darkness.

He turned sideways, facing the sleeping Feng Zhuo, and could vaguely see Feng Zhuo's outline.

Duan Yi didn't feel sleepy at all, he didn't know how long he stared at Feng Zhuo like this before he turned over and lay down, closing his eyes to get sleepy.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the person next to him suddenly stuck to him.

In his sleep, Feng Zhuo didn't even know that he got into Duan Yi's arms.

Duan Yi's body became stiff and tense because of his disturbance.

He tilted his head and lowered his eyes, staring at Feng Zhuo who was sleeping soundly next to him for a few seconds, then turned sideways, and stretched out his arms to embrace the person who brought him over.

The next morning.

Feng Zhuo opened his eyes, feeling dizzy.

He lay on the bed for a few minutes before slowly sitting up.

The hangovered Feng Zhuo had almost forgotten what happened last night, and he was even a little surprised that he woke up in Duan Yi's bedroom.

And also wearing his clothes.

When Duan Yi came out of the bathroom after washing, Feng Zhuo just got off the bed.

He said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I slept in your bed again."

Duan Yi looked at him and said, "Look at the messages on your phone."

Feng Zhuo questioned "Ah", but the action was very fast, he directly picked up his phone and opened WeChat.

Duan Yi sent him a video last night.

Feng Zhuo clicked on it, and Duan Yi's words came from the video: "I didn't laugh at you... Besides, I like men just like you."

And in the video, he was sitting on the ground... crying? ?

Fuck!Cry ass! !

Feng Zhuo was completely messed up, he didn't continue to watch, and turned off the video directly.

Duan Yi said: "Read it."

Feng Zhuo's eyes wandered and he didn't know where to look, and he stammered nervously: "I... I'll go back..." Look again.

"Look now." Duan Yi rejected his escape.

Then he chuckled and deliberately provoked him: "Do you dare to do it or not?"

Feng Zhuo successfully took the trap, "It's a joke, why don't you dare to admit it! Just look at it!"

He reopened the video, bit the bullet and looked down.

Duan Yi finally asked him for remuneration for making up lessons, and what he asked for was his feelings and him.

In the video, he cried and complained to him, feeling extremely wronged.

Then, there was no picture, only sound.

Feng Zhuo heard Duan Yi say that he likes him and that he wants to give him love.

Then he heard himself say: "I am greedy for your likes, I want the love you give me."

Feng Zhuo was shocked instantly, and threw the phone directly on the bed.

How could he say such disgusting words!

"Teacher Yi, talk to me." The video was still playing.

Feng Zhuo's heartbeat continued to speed up uncontrollably, almost taking his breath away.

He stared down at the mobile phone he had left on the bed, knowing that it was a foregone conclusion, but still couldn't help being nervous.

Until he heard Duan Yi replied "Yes", the heart that was dangling in the air finally landed safely.

Next, he cried and complained again, saying that he didn't want to cry, and that his clothes were wet.

The voice was muffled, as if he was hiding in Duan Yi's arms.

Duan Yi has come to Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo felt that he couldn't fall behind in momentum, so he tried his best to resist the urge to retreat.

He raised his eyes, pretending to look calmly at Duan Yiluo's gaze, but his heart was very confused.

In fact, it is more embarrassing.

It never occurred to him that he could still cry when he was drunk, he looked like a completely different person, coquettish and coquettish.

Duan Yi only asked two words: "Are you sure?"

Feng Zhuo stared at his indifferent face without any expression, and he couldn't connect him with Duan Yi who coaxed him to confess to him with a soft tone last night.

Seeing that Feng Zhuo didn't speak, Duan Yi said again: "I don't like coercion. If you want to admit it, we can talk. If you don't admit it, forget it. I'll pretend this never happened."

Feng Zhuo hurriedly said: "I didn't say I didn't recognize it."

After finishing speaking, he made amends for himself, muttering: "If it happened, why don't you pretend it didn't happen?"

He looked at Duan Yi with a serious expression, and said word by word: "Teacher Yi, I recognize it."

"I just like you." The tone was frank and domineering.

This is Feng Zhuo.

The corners of Duan Yi's lips hooked slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"I see," he said.

Duan Yi asked Feng Zhuo to wash up. He changed into his school uniform, took out his other school uniform, and put it beside the bed.

When Feng Zhuo finished washing and began to change into Duan Yi's school uniform, Duan Yi was hanging ornaments on the zipper of his schoolbag.

It was the little pendant that Feng Zhuo left at his house last time. He had no intention of returning it to him, so he hung it directly on his schoolbag.

After Feng Zhuo put on Duan Yi's school uniform, he raised his arm and smelled the sleeves. It smelled of washing powder after washing, a very faint fragrance.

Duan Yi frowned and said, "What do you hear?"

Feng Zhuo grinned, "It smells like you."

"That's how you smell when you sit next to me every day."

Duan Yi: "..."

The two went downstairs to have breakfast with Duan Shulan. As soon as Duan Shulan saw Feng Zhuo, she asked with concern: "Zhuo Zhuo, don't you feel bad now? Do you have a headache?"

Feng Zhuo once again truly felt how good Duan Yi's mother is.

He smiled and said, "My aunt, who is fine, has had a rest."

"That's good," Duan Shulan warmly greeted him: "Come over and have breakfast, and go to school with Xiao Yi after eating, don't be late."

Listening to Duan Shulan's nagging, Feng Zhuo smiled all over his face, then thought of something, and sighed softly.

It happened that Duan Shulan walked away, only Duan Yi and Feng Zhuo were at the table.

Duan Yi asked while eating: "Why are you sighing?"

Feng Zhuo's tone was full of guilt: "Auntie is so kind to me, but I abducted her son."

Duan Yi: "?"

"You're pretty confident."

Obviously he brought back another son for his mother.

The author says:

Zhuo Zhuo has no awareness of being a zero at all.

The next chapter will be updated at zero o'clock.