non-contractual relationship

Chapter 18

Ankang, whose heart was beating like a drum, hesitated for a second between going to help or not, and went out first.

When he went out, his mind seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he didn't understand what was going on... Although it was the first time in his 20 years of life that he saw a naked man's body, but... As for such a big reaction?

The drunk young master Zheng watched Ankang go out, so he didn't hide the shower head any more, and poured it on his body indiscriminately. When he poured it on his head, he felt a little more awake, and felt that he had finished bathing himself excellently. For this task, I turned around and hung the turned off shower head on the wall, walked out of the shower with bare feet, and took two quick steps to find Ankang.He still remembers asking for credit, and said in a muffled voice, "I've finished washing."

Ankang, whose upper body was drenched, was squatting next to the bag to search for his clothes. When he heard the bathroom door, he was about to get up, but when he turned around, there were mosaics all over him. He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

Zheng Feihe, who was full of alcohol, looked at Ankang's gaze away, and then at his naked self, feeling a little unhappy, thinking that Ankang thought he was ugly, so he squatted down too, and stretched out a wet hand to cover his face. Ankang's eyes.

Ankang was caught off guard by Zheng Fei and his still watery hands blocking his sight, especially since this person is now "a live ammunition", he did not dare to act rashly.But the water dripping on the face always felt a little uncomfortable, so I stretched my body forward.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Zheng also caught up and was covered by him again. The two people's current posture is like stacking dolls.

Ankang frowned and pursed his lips patiently, hoping that the hardworking Young Master Zheng would fall asleep.

Zheng Feihe hiccupped uncomfortably, looked at the dimple on Ankang's face because of the corner of his mouth, freed up a hand, and poked it curiously.

Ankang, whose nerves were still tense, silently chanted in his heart: "...I don't care about drunks." But he couldn't control his heart that had already jumped to his throat.

Feeling the restless moving eyes in the palm of his hand and the tickling eyelashes, Zheng Feihe didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly withdrew his hand, both of which were propped on the ground. Face to face with Ankang's four eyes.Then, he moved a little in the direction of Ankang.

Ankang saw that Zheng Fei and his supporting hands were bent, and the distance between the two was getting closer, so he panicked a little.Trying to push it, I found that Young Master Zheng's chest was like an iron plate, and he couldn't push it away at all.

Zheng Feihe, who was pushed, moved a long way in the direction of Ankang unhappily.

Ankang lay on his back, with nowhere to hide, he sensed Zheng Feihe's scorching breath and the smell of alcohol mixed in this breath.

Zheng Feihe stared at Ankang's lips, maintained a posture of staring at Ankang in a daze, and suddenly stopped moving.After reacting for a while, he still felt aggrieved by Ankang staring at him, so he simply changed his hand to support the ground, and covered Ankang's "staring at him" eyes with the other hand.But after being blindfolded, he didn't know what he was going to do next, so he rubbed against the tip of Ankang's nose lightly, but didn't move.

Ankang's mind froze, and his Adam's apple kept going up and down—when the man lowered his head just now, he closed his eyes reflexively.

Both of them were in a state of stagnation.One second, two seconds, three seconds... The time passed little by little, and no one moved.

Zheng Feihe, who was still resting on the ground with one hand, felt his wrist was a little sore, moved it quietly, and then leaned into Ankang's ear and said loudly: "You look the best!" Resting on the side of the neck, holding back for a long time, then sticking it on Ankang's neck, he finished the second half of the sentence in a moderate voice: "I like it very much. But it's not the kind of liking they say when you see one and love the other..."

Ankang didn't hear what he muttered behind him. He was a little confused and just looked at the ceiling in a daze.

Zheng Feihe, who had recovered from talking to himself, braced his body as if he had been spat out, and stared at Ankang again.It seemed that he enjoyed the act of staring at Ankang.

Looking at it this way, Zheng Feihe found that Ankang didn't stare at him this time, but had a look of wandering.Being drunk amplified many of his thoughts, including not liking to see Ankang like this.So he covered Ankang's eyes again, but now his arms were a little sore, and he lost his strength when he moved, and the weight of his lower body was all on Ankang.

Ankang, whose sight was covered, felt something strange on his thigh, and couldn't tell what it was like, maybe a little relieved, a little bit lost, and in a certain corner of his heart, there might be a little surprise.

Suddenly, Ankang took off Zheng Feihe's hands that were covering his eyes, stared at Zheng Feihe, and made up his mind: If you want it, you can do it.This is all he can give.

Seeing Ankang approaching him, Zheng Feihe subconsciously leaned back.On Ankang's side, he had just kissed like a dragonfly, and was avoided by this man.

Ankang smiled.

Zheng Feihe was taken aback by the bright smile, the distance he had finally opened seemed to be glued by something again, getting closer and closer, and then he also tentatively gave He gave Ankang a light kiss.

Ankang, who was still smiling, put his arms around Zheng Feihe's neck and greeted him.

Ankang's kiss had neither rules nor skills, it was more like a small animal gnawing on a person, it was more active and calm, and immediately set Zheng Fei and this pile of dry firewood splattered with alcohol on fire.

In the remaining rationality of Young Master Zheng, he seemed to see himself split into two people. One cautiously sighed and advised him to think twice, while the other wished to beat the gongs and drums to announce to the world that this was an unsolicited delicious dinner delivered to the door, and it was enough to be responsible afterwards.

In the end, physical desire dominated everything. He listened to the latter's words and opened his body—the two hands that were still on the ground and pulled away by Ankang obeyed his heart, got rid of all shackles, and hugged Ankang tightly.

My brain is burning, but the beauty in front of me is real.

Zheng Feihe only had one thought left: "He kissed me, it was his initiative."

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Morning light soaked into the whole room through the window, waking up Zheng Feihe who was lying on the bed.He stretched hazily first, and was yawning, when he suddenly remembered the sporadic fragments of yesterday—he was planning to go back to his room, but when he was about to reach the door on the second floor, his mind turned again. Ran to the fourth floor.How he got in, he couldn't remember clearly.But he still remembered that he was taking advantage of the alcohol to make trouble, and was pointed out by Ankang to take a bath, but he deliberately took off all his clothes to play tricks like a hooligan.

Covering his forehead, Zheng Feihe felt extremely disappointed with himself who lost his temper after drinking and had a sperm on his head.

Alcohol has always magnified people's desires.To be really drunk is to fall head over heels.Anyone who is crazy about drinking, most of them still have the impression of what they want to do in their minds, but they don't have the courage to do it normally. According to one's own mind.Therefore, Zheng Fei and people who have always hated drunk driving.The vast majority of this group of people are not innocent at all. It's not that they don't know that drunk driving is wrong, but they just don't take it to heart.

But he didn't expect that he also became a member of the "drunk driving", scratching his head in annoyance.After tossing and tossing for most of the night last night, the hairstyle was already ugly enough, but now it will be scratched, and it will directly become a chicken coop.

Probably because he moved too much, alarming the people around him, Ankang turned over unsteadily.

Zheng Feihe's head-scratching movements became slower and lighter, and he began to turn his brain that was almost rusted due to last night's indulgence: Did I force someone?Did I take the initiative while drinking?What did I do after throwing someone down?

After thinking about it, it was the scene where he was kissed by Ankang and kissed back by himself like crazy. The warm touch in his memory made Zheng Feihe, who was trying hard to remember, distracted for a while.Zheng Feihe was annoyed by this for a while, and suddenly seemed to realize something: he remembered!Last night he was still debating whether to kiss or not, but Ankang kissed him himself!Although he should be considered as harassment if he put all his body on other people's body...

In the end, Zheng Feihe reluctantly decided that if Ankang ignored him, he might not have kissed him.After taking a bath, he was even more drunk. If Ankang hadn't suddenly set fire to him, he might have hesitated for another 2 minutes before falling asleep right away?

Thinking of it, Zheng Feihe turned to look at Ankang who was still sleeping soundly, a little confused, not quite sure what the two of them were like yesterday.Did he catch someone by himself, or was it an impulsive one-night stand, or... something else?Then I still have to confess to be more formal, how to confess is better?

A melodious music sounded, and Zheng Feihe realized that it was his cell phone ringing, subconsciously touched the head of the bed, but didn't touch it.After reacting, he was afraid of waking Ankang, so he rushed out of bed, found his mobile phone in a pile of dirty clothes outside the bathroom, and answered the phone.He also tried to keep his voice as low as possible, tiptoed into the bathroom, closed the door of the bathroom, and confirmed that it would not affect his health, before he listened carefully to the person on the other end of the phone.

Ankang didn't sleep well this time, and he always felt that something was still moving around on his body.

After Zheng Feihe finished answering the call, he sent another message to Biaozi, asking him to bring a suitable piece of clothing, so he turned his phone back to silent and came back to the bedside.He was in a mess just now, and he remembered another thing after the phone call - the conditions were not enough last night, they were so confused... Although he confirmed that he should not stay in it in the end, he was still afraid that Ankang would have a fever, and he didn't know Are there any other injuries.

Zheng Feihe put his hand on Ankang's forehead, and Ankang moved uncomfortably, but he didn't wake up, probably because he had tossed too much yesterday.

Zheng Feihe relaxed his movements, measured his forehead, and touched his own. He didn't feel any difference, but he was still not at ease. He gently lifted the quilt, shook Ankang's elbow, and followed After comparing the temperature of my elbow, it was still not hot, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the door was knocked lightly twice. Zheng Fei and Ankang, who hadn't moved at all, looked back to confirm that he hadn't been disturbed. A small slit revealed a chicken coop head, looking at the bag Biaozi handed over, he shook his head.

Biaozi was a little confused.

Zheng Feihe explained in a very low voice: "The plastic bag is loud, please take out the clothes and give them to me." Afraid Biaozi could not hear, he gestured for a while.

Biaozi followed suit and took out the clothes from the bag.I wanted to say something, but just started, my young master booed him back, took the clothes and told him to leave quickly.

Biaozi could only shut up and go down to prepare: Just now the young master said that he wanted to go back, besides those who followed, he had to arrange for a safe person to drive, and in the end someone had to stay here, waiting for the one inside.

Holding the clothes, Zheng Feihe gently closed the door, stood where he was and put them on.As for washing up and so on, he got dressed and went to the second floor to get it done.

When they were about to go out, Zheng Fei and his inspiration flashed, and they tore off the pen and paper hanging behind the door, left a message for Ankang, then took out a card they were carrying, pressed it on the paper, and put it together bedside.

——He must prepare to confess!

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