Social temperature

Chapter 21

Fang Zhaomu landed at [-]:[-] p.m. time in West Eighth District.

It was raining again in Seattle, Fang Zhaomutu had light luggage and didn't take an umbrella.

Before Fang Zhaomu boarded the plane, Andrew sent the address of the hotel. Fang Zhaomu checked and found that the hotel was a bit far from the airport, but Fang Zhaomu was afraid that he would get lost by public transportation, so after much deliberation, he took a taxi.

Sitting in the car, Fang Zhaomu told Andrew, "I'm here."

Andrew quickly called him back and asked Fang Zhaomu, "Are you in the car?"

The taxi drove up, and the scenery outside the window continued to change from slow to fast. Andrew spoke calmly. Fang Zhaomu couldn't tell where Andrew was, nor could he distinguish his attitude, so he said "um", yawned, and asked Andrew: "If I take a taxi, how long will it take?"

Andrew paused and said, "If there is no traffic jam, it will take four to 10 minutes."

Fang Zhaomu sat on the plane for too long, and felt suffocated in any sitting position. He opened the car window a little bit to breathe, and asked, "When will you arrive at the hotel, and how can I get up?"

"I'm also on my way back to the hotel," Andrew said. "The room card is at the front desk. You tell the front desk my room number, and they will give it to you."

Fang Zhaomu obediently said "Okay" and asked Andrew, "How soon will you be there?"

"Not necessarily," Andrew said, "You can just take the card and go upstairs."

Fang Zhaomu said he got it, hung up the phone and stared outside in a daze.

When he arrived at the hotel, Fang Zhaomu went to the front desk as Andrew said. The waiter at the front desk knew what was going on as soon as he heard the room number, and gave him a room card without asking any questions.

Fang Zhaomu walked towards the elevator passage, looked around, and thought that Andrew's professional ability was probably very strong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay in such a hotel on a business trip.

Walking into the elevator, he texted Andrew that he was going upstairs. Andrew lives on the 28th floor, and the elevator is fast, and it won't take long.Unable to wait for Andrew's reply, Fang Zhaomu pulled the suitcase awkwardly, found the room according to the room card number, swiped it, and opened the door.

The door was pitch black, Fang Zhaomu walked in, the door closed, and he couldn't see anything.

Fang Zhaomu was afraid of the dark, and he didn't know if Andrew was inside, so he was very nervous, and he didn't dare to go any further, and even wanted to run away from the door.

Facing the front where he couldn't see his fingers, he whispered: "Andrew?"

After waiting for a while, there was no response. Fang Zhaomu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Andrew hadn't returned to his room, so he raised his hand. Just as he was about to feel for the light switch on the wall, he suddenly heard a familiar voice not far away: "Little Mu."

This was the first time Fang Zhaomu heard Andrew's voice face to face, and Fang Zhaomu's heart beat instantly.

Andrew's voice is much more three-dimensional than it sounds in the voice. As soon as Fang Zhaomu heard the word "Xiaomu", Fang Zhaomu could imagine Andrew standing there.I don't know how much taller Andrew is than him, but I can't tell just by looking at the photos.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Fang Zhaomu hesitantly let go of the trolley case, walked forward by touching the wall, and asked him.

"I'm afraid I'll scare you." Andrew's voice was a little closer. According to the porch pattern that Fang Zhaomu saw just now when he opened the door, Andrew should be standing at the end of the corridor.

"How could it be?" Andrew said very seriously, Fang Zhaomu laughed at it, and comforted Andrew, "You are exaggerating, I am very brave, I will not be scared."

He fumbled another step, and suddenly caught someone's arm, and he realized that Andrew was so close to him.

Fang Zhaomu let go of his hand, but was caught by Andrew's backhand.

"Bold?" Andrew asked him back.

Fang Zhaomu heard the meaning of teasing from Andrew's tone, and bluffed: "What do you mean? Tell me clearly."

Andrew didn't speak, just smiled.

In the dark room, people's sense of touch became more sensitive, but Fang Zhaomu's mouth became parched when Andrew held his wrist and exerted a little force. He was afraid that Andrew would hear his heartbeat any more.The air with the smell of incense was suddenly filled with obscure and ambiguous feelings, and the heat rose into the air. Fang Zhaomu didn't dare to move, but Andrew did.

He held Fang Zhaomu's wrist, pulled Fang Zhaomu into his arms.

Andrew was much taller than Fang Zhaomu, he hugged Fang Zhaomu, Fang Zhaomu's hand was on Andrew's chest, through the thin T-shirt, touching the even texture of the material.

"Andrew..." Fang Zhaomu called him, not knowing what to say next, he raised his head, his lips brushed against Andrew's chin, and Andrew leaned back subconsciously.

Fang Zhaomu was stunned for a moment, pushed Andrew, and said to him: "You don't need to turn on the light, why are you hiding?"

"Didn't hide." Andrew refused to admit it again.

He put his hand on Fang Zhaomu's back, which was a very gentleman's hug.

Fang Zhaomu gently pushed again, and Andrew let him go.

"I finally know why you go to social software to make friends," Fang Zhaomu leaned back again, leaning against Andrew's body, raised his head, followed his stubble, rubbed his lips precisely, touched and parted, and then Blaming Andrew, "Because you don't take the initiative at all."

In the next second, Fang Zhaomu couldn't speak anymore. Andrew held Fang Zhaomu down and covered his face.

Fang Zhaomu's shoulder blades were firmly pressed by Andrew, and his lips and tongue were occupied by Andrew fiercely, almost out of breath. Andrew kissed him like he was going to eat him, and the room was full of lustful kisses.Fang Zhaomu's legs were weak, and he had to slide down the wall all the time, holding Andrew's arm, and barely stood up.

Andrew noticed that Fang Zhaomu couldn't stand upright, moved a little away, and asked him, "Shall I carry you to sit down?"

Fang Zhaomu put his arms around Andrew, and it took him a long time to say "hmm".

Andrew hugged Fang Zhaomu horizontally, walked a few steps, and let him sit on a soft place. Fang Zhaomu touched it and asked Andrew, "Is it a bed?"

"Yes." Andrew said.

"Still not turning on the light?" Fang Zhaomu said, "Don't you want to see me?"

"I was afraid to scare you," Andrew repeated.

Hearing what Andrew said, Fang Zhaomu felt a little distressed if Andrew had some disability on his face, or a particularly serious problem, and said to him: "If you don't open it, don't open it first. It doesn't matter."

Fang Zhaomu stretched out his hand to tug on Andrew's clothes, and said, "Then come here, let me touch it, it's okay."

Andrew leaned over, kissed Fang Zhaomu's lips indiscriminately, grabbed Fang Zhaomu's hand, and placed it on his face.

Fang Zhaomu touched it from top to bottom, and first commented: "Well, the eyebrows grow very well."

After pausing for a second, Fang Zhaomu leaned over and kissed Andrew's eyebrows, then touched his browbones and eyes, and said, "The outline is very deep."

He kissed his eyes again, touched his nose and face, Andrew's nose bridge was very high, although he couldn't see it, Fang Zhaomu felt that he was not ugly at all, so he kissed the tip of Andrew's nose affectionately again, saying: " The bridge of the nose is also very straight."

Finally, the lips. Fang Zhaomu pressed his lower lip, leaned over and replaced his fingers with his own lips, gently pecked and kissed him, feeling Andrew's heat and breathing, and concluded: "It's all good."

"Really?" Andrew pressed Fang Zhaomu's back, let Fang Zhaomu sit on him, and asked Fang Zhaomu in a low voice.

"Yeah," Fang Zhaomu said, "Actually, I'm not very good-looking. You might be disappointed when you see me."

"I won't," Andrew said.

His arms were very hot, and he spoke against Fang Zhaomu's ear, and said to Fang Zhaomu: "You are beautiful, I know."

"Then you can't keep the lights off." Fang Zhaomu said to Andrew helplessly.

Andrew put his head on Fang Zhaomu's shoulder and neck, and after a while, he said, "Hold me again."

"Why do you make it look like life and death?" Fang Zhaomu laughed, "Then let's not open it for now."

Andrew groped and held Fang Zhaomu's hand, pinching it in his own, with a look of insecurity. Fang Zhaomu's mind was knocked out, and he leaned over, clung to Andrew's ear, and asked him: "Or should we ...do it and then open it."