Dude, your wig fell off

Chapter 9 Dangerous

In a few seconds, An He felt the fire continuously burning from his body.

When Chen put his arms around his waist and threw him on the bed, he felt hot and dizzy lying on the bed.

"Relax," Na Chen pressed on his back, pulling his legs apart, "it will make you comfortable."

That Chen's voice was close to the ear, and it came over like a blow, and An He began to feel a little fluttering in his body, all the way up, the soft thick fur cushion seemed to lose its quality, and became softer and softer.

I couldn't tell whether it was the undiminished alcohol or the medicine, but as the strong desire kept coming up, both my body and my nerves became extremely sensitive.

When that Chen entered his body, he almost felt no pain or discomfort, only excitement.

"Ah..." An He moaned from the thick fur pad that blocked half of his face.

Na Chen lowered his head and licked his back lightly, supported the bed with one hand, put his arm around his waist and lifted it up, pushing himself in completely.

An He's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the expression on his side face seemed a little confused, but it also revealed a seductive desire, which made people have an urge to take possession of him fiercely.

Na Chen straightened up, supported his waist and slowly moved in and out. As An He's breathing became faster and faster, he speeded up, and An He's moaning began to be a little messy, and his voice gradually became louder.

Na Chen couldn't control himself, his hands tightly grasped An He's waist, his fingertips sank into his skin, and every time he entered, his heart beat faster.

"An He, did someone tell you?" Na Chen grabbed An He's shoulder and pulled it back. An He obediently supported his body with his arms, panting and accepting his continuous penetration. Rubbing on his face, "Your voice is very nice."

An He didn't respond to his words, but just lowered his head, grasping the long hair on the mat with his hands, his knuckles turned white from the force, his shoulder blades drew beautiful lines, and his body trembled slightly with his impact.

Na Chen's hand slid in front of him, holding him and playing with his own rhythm, the burning heat and hardness of An He in his palm made people excited.

He pushed An He back on the bed, pulled his arm and turned over, raised his leg and pushed in again.

"Hmm..." An He frowned and snorted, grabbing his leg.

Na Chen pressed his leg, stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, An He's lips were slightly parted, his eyes were a little scattered, and he didn't know where he was looking. Na Chen enjoyed this completely different state from his previous state. .

Na Chen seldom imagined what it would be like to be alone in bed. When he saw An He, he couldn't help but think about it. An He has always been gentle and polite to people, but with a bit of distance, smile and words and deeds. They are all well-proportioned.

What would such a person be like in bed?

Rapid breathing, heaving chest, blurred eyes, sweet and sexy panting and moaning, the uncontrollable trembling of the hands on his legs, every detail made Nachen feel excited.

Such a reaction will make people unable to help but want to keep teasing and seducing, wanting to see him more excited, the way his desire explodes...

An He couldn't remember how many times Na Chen put the bottle under the tip of his nose, he only knew that he was in a state of extreme excitement, every time Na Chen went deep, he floated upwards, dizziness and high desire made him unable to stop , The irresistible pleasure kept stimulating him.

He could hear his own moaning, moaning that he couldn't stop because of pleasure, this moaning made him blush, but his own moaning mixed with that heavy panting was also beating on his nerves, every beat was just right , Pushing him to the brink of explosion time and time again.

When An He's body gradually tensed up, and his moaning became a complete mess and became a little hoarse, Na Chen accelerated the speed, and the manipulation in his hand was no longer provocative from time to time.

The continuous double stimulation made An He slam a bow, and the leg that was lifted on Na Chen's waist was also retracted.

That Chen's movements didn't stop, An He's desire spurted out from his hands, and his breathing suddenly became chaotic.

He pressed down on An He, entered hard, hit it, and heard An He's fragmented moans gradually turned into big mouthfuls of inhalation. He buried himself in An He's shoulder socket, bit on An He's shoulder, and let out a sound. hoarse growl.

For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the gasps of two people.

That Chen fell on An He's body, and when his heartbeat slowly calmed down, he propped up his arms and looked down at An He.

An He closed his eyes and didn't move. When Na Chen sat up, An He's legs were still on his lap. Na Chen gently laid his legs flat, feeling that An He was very soft.

He pulled the blanket next to him to cover An He, and got out of bed: "Don't move."

I can't move even if I want to.

An He still had his eyes closed, his mind was still in confusion, and his body still maintained the feeling of losing gravity and floating, as if he was not lying on a bed, but on a cloud swaying in the wind.

Then I didn't know what it felt like, I was very sleepy, and the drowsiness seemed to be suppressed by desire all the time, and now it broke out all at once.

In a daze, he felt that Chen had left the house and came back after a while, as if he wiped him very carefully, tidied up carefully, and then lay down next to him.

The lights in the room were turned off, An He quickly fell asleep, and the last memory was that Chen stretched out his arms to hug him.

This sleep was very heavy, drowsy, alcohol, exhaustion after venting, and that damn rush.

When An He woke up, he lay in a daze for 5 minutes before recovering from his confusion.

His legs and waist were sore, and the feeling of numbness in a certain part made him clearly aware of what happened last night.

He stared at the roof covered in white fluff, unable to describe what it felt like.

fuck it.

depressed.

Want to get angry.

There is also the thrill of being dizzy and replaying in his mind.

"Fuck." An He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and cursed.

Na Chen was not on the bed, there was a set of Na Chen's clothes, sweatpants and T-shirt on the chair beside the bed, and there were snacks and milk on the small white coffee table.

An He had no appetite, grabbed his clothes and put them on indiscriminately, and walked out of the room.

The temperature outside the room was quite low, and the oil drum in the room was taken away, so he put on his shoes and went outside.

The sun was very good, and it felt a little warm on the body. An He looked around, and the strange shapes of broken cars and tires that he couldn't see clearly last night all showed their original shapes.

The surrounding area is very quiet. I don't know why, but the old car yard under the sun is a little more lonely than at night.

The black carriage also looked very lonely in the sun, which was in stark contrast to Na Chen's warm white plush cabin, which made An He's emotions, which had already been panicked because of the absurd things last night, fall to the bottom of the valley.

Standing in the sun, his hands and feet began to feel cold.

The matter of Nachen forcing him to smell the rush last night kept circling in his mind.

Stuffy, blocked.

He never thought that he would be raped in such a way by a person not much older than his student!

Maybe in the eyes of others, this is not a big deal.

But he can't, the humiliating feeling of being pressed on the bed can only be experienced by himself.

This kind of emotionless being entered is a hurdle that he can't get over no matter what.

Little by little, his anger rushed to the top of his head, he gritted his teeth, and walked around the carriage twice, trying to find Na Chen and beat him up hard.

But after turning around twice, he didn't see Na Chen's figure, only his Bombardier was shining bright golden light in the sun.

An He kicked the fuel tank hard, fuck you!

Just when he was about to lift his foot to kick again, An He heard the sound of a harmonica in the distance.

He retracted his legs and stood there without moving.

It was the first time he had heard someone play Greensleeves on a harmonica.

The simple and unmodified melody makes people feel suddenly empty.

But after a few seconds, he realized that this was Na Chen, and the anger in his heart surged again.

He followed the sound of the harmonica, which came from deeper in the yard, in the same direction as he had gone the wrong way yesterday.

After walking for a while, the sound of the harmonica was already very close, and the sound was floating in the sky. He raised his head and saw Na Chen.

That Chen probably didn't hear his footsteps, with his back to him, sitting on the top of the abandoned car that was piled up in a mess like a strangely shaped hill, holding the harmonica and playing it intently.

The sun shone on him and the pile of rusty scraps, reflecting bits and pieces of light.

An He didn't call him, nor did he move.

That day was the same as the surrounding background, even under the sun, there was a sense of loneliness.

An He didn't like this feeling, the depression and the feeling of sliding down.

He suddenly no longer wanted to beat Nachen.

At this moment, he suddenly found that he was a little dull. This person who had attracted him more or less before and made him think a lot had a completely different life from himself.

It doesn't make any sense whether to beat or not to beat, whether the anger is ignited or extinguished.

After standing silently for a while, he turned and walked away.

After walking for almost an hour along the road when he came, An He returned to the main road and found a bus stop.

Standing side by side with the stop sign, it was so cold that it almost melted into one with the stop sign. Only after waiting for a bus and backing up three times did I return to the city.

Walking into the community, An He, who had been in a trance since yesterday, finally dissipated when he saw the security guard at the guard box at the gate.

For the first time, he felt that the smile of this stupid security guard was so reassuring.

After entering the door, An He put a tub of hot water and soaked himself and his head in the hot water.

The feeling of being wrapped in hot water can give him a real sense of security. The pores are opened a little bit, and the heat slowly enters the body. He slowly relaxes and begins to feel more tired.

I don't know if it's because he didn't sleep much on Friday night. He basically slept during the two days of the weekend. When Zhang Lin's mother called to thank him for making Zhang Lin change, he kept holding back his yawns.

Fortunately, this state eased on Monday, and when he walked into the school gate on time, he returned to his usual life.

He is still Teacher An, this title makes him feel at ease and calm.

He washed Chen's clothes and just threw them on the sofa.

He never contacted Na Chen again, nor did he contact Q again, nor did Na Chen appear again.

The profile picture of "Scared to Death" was always gray and never lit up.

The final exam started, and An He sat on the edge of the podium to invigilate the exam, looking at the students who were lying on the table and writing hard.

They are also writing hard, some are really writing fast, some are just scribbling on the draft paper, looking for opportunities to look in the drawer, clothes or other people's papers.

An He took a piece of draft paper, slowly tore it into small pieces, and then twisted it into a small ball and held it in his hand. He rarely walks around the classroom as the invigilator, and some students tend to get nervous, so he usually sits.

When the boy in the third row opened his coat, he raised his hand and flicked out a small ball of paper.

The boy was startled by the ball of paper that hit his hand suddenly, subconsciously raised his head and glanced this way, An He smiled at him.

He quickly lowered his head and lay down on the table to scratch on the draft paper.

After the three-day exam, for some students, they breathed a sigh of relief, while for some students, they had to grit their teeth and go through the parent-teacher meeting later.

An He sat at the desk, watching Lin Ruoxue and the others discuss how to spend the New Year in the group, and from time to time he hummed and laughed.

The Chinese New Year is very boring for him. It is usually just him and his mother at home during the Chinese New Year. Except for the New Year’s Eve dinner when he finishes making dumplings and can finish eating with his mother, the family still has the atmosphere of a mahjong parlor at other times.

If he hadn't insisted on making dumplings, my mother would have canceled the Spring Festival a long time ago.

The door of the office was pushed open, Zhang Lin ran in with a face full of pride, rushed to his desk and called Mr. An, full of confidence.

"What?" An He looked at him.

"The parents will meet with my dad today." After Zhang Lin finished speaking, he took a piece of chocolate from his desk, turned his head and ran out of the office windily.

An He smiled, Zhang Lin didn't do very well in the exam, but he promised him to advance fifteen places before, and he did it. He was the last one in the midterm exam, and now he can probably reach the bottom seventeen or eighth.

An He was thinking about what to say at this first parent meeting, when Teacher Cheng Yu, who had been standing by the window looking downstairs, suddenly turned to him and said, "Wow, which parent's car is this?"

"Huh?" An He stood up and walked to the window.

"That," Cheng Yu pointed to the parking space downstairs, "that tricycle."

An He followed her hand and looked over, and was stunned.

Even if he didn't look at the license plate, he knew it was that Chen's Bombardier, probably the only one in the city.

"I don't know." An He responded casually, then turned and returned to his seat.

What the hell is going on?

The parking space downstairs belongs to the school, and it is basically the cars of the school's teachers and students' parents. How could Chen's car be parked there?

An He peeled a piece of chocolate and chewed it, and wringed his brains carefully to make sure that he hadn't told Na Chen about his occupation, let alone which school he was in.

That Chen didn't come to find himself, that is... the parents?

When walking towards the classroom, An He kept paying attention to the people passing by, but did not see Na Chen.

He suddenly felt a little nervous, but he couldn't explain why.

He has no intersection with Na Chen, but there is only one reason why he has an intersection with Na Chen.

He doesn't mind his friends knowing his sexual orientation, but he does mind his colleagues knowing, so he has always kept his private life and work strictly separated.

That Chen's Bombardier suddenly appeared in the parking space of the school, which gave him a feeling of approaching danger.

All the way to the door of the classroom, An He didn't see Na Chen either.

Maybe it's just a coincidence?

An He withdrew his messy thoughts and walked into the classroom with a smile.

The classroom was full of parents. He stood on the podium and said with a smile, "Good afternoon, everyone. My name is An He, and I am the head teacher of Class 6, Senior One..."

He didn't say the following words, and when his eyes swept to the last row of the classroom, he was completely stunned.

Na Chen was sitting in the last row near the back door, with a hint of surprise on his face. When he met his eyes, Na Chen leaned his head against the wall, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled meaningfully.

An He stared at him for a few seconds and then looked away. Although he was so surprised that he almost roared, he quickly adjusted his emotions and continued what he said before: "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule. Time to attend the first parent-teacher meeting of our class."

An unknown parent suddenly took the lead in applauding, and there was applause in the classroom. An He wanted to laugh and cupped his fists: "Thank you, I didn't say anything. No need to applaud. The main purpose of our parents' meeting is to strengthen communication. If you want to applaud, it is more appropriate to applaud your children, all of them are good."

After finishing these few words, An He regained his composure, and began to speak according to the train of thought he had thought before.

He didn't talk about grades, and he didn't single out anyone's name for praise or criticism. What he wanted to do in this parent meeting was to hope that parents could have more exchanges with students and have more affirmation of them.

The parent-teacher meeting was not long, and it took more than half an hour after he finished what he wanted to say, An He bent down to the parents in the classroom: "Everyone is my elders, what do I need to improve? It can be mentioned that education requires the cooperation of schools and parents. For me, every student is a plastic material, and I will work together with all parents. Thank you again for participating in this parent conference.”

After saying this, the applause rang out again, An He smiled, and before he could say anything else, he was already surrounded by several parents.

While An He was talking to his parents, he took the time to glance at Na Chen's location, and he was relieved that Na Chen was no longer there.

It took almost another hour to finish chatting with the parents who wanted to chat with him alone. An He felt his throat was a little dry, so he rushed downstairs, wanting to go back to the office and get some water.

Turning to the stairs on the first floor, when he looked up, he saw Na Chen leaning against the wall. An He felt unspeakable feelings welling up in his heart, especially wanting to walk away quickly, pretending not to see it.

But after hesitating for a while, he still walked over and stood in front of Na Chen: "You..."

"Xu Jingyao," Na Chen said with a smile, "her parents are not free, so I'm here."

Xu Jingyao?An He froze for a moment, then smiled: "Who are you?"

"Brother, cousin."

That Chen is Xu Jingyao's cousin?

An He was a little bit unable to connect the quiet, introverted and somewhat arrogant girl with Na Chen, but he still nodded: "Xu Jingyao is very good, has a sense of responsibility, treats people well in everything, controls herself Also very capable."

Na Chen didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes.

"The parents need to let her relax, she puts too much pressure on herself," An He ignored him, added, and then looked at Na Chen, "Is there anything else to talk about?"

"No more." Nachen replied.

An He didn't speak anymore, and walked around Nachen to the office building.

"An He." Na Chen called out behind him.

An He turned his head, Na Chen stood on the steps and smiled at him, and said in a low voice: "You still owe me a meal."