Chapter 52: 52 Boyfriend

Ji Xingchuan grabs Fang Zhiran's hand and punches himself.

hp dropped, it's good, not a dream.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Oh, my God, what am I talking about?

You got Snowflakes?

Fang Zhiran realized.

The heat started in his cheeks, spread behind his ears, and then swept through his body, melting him.

Okay, you Snowflakes are gone, now it's just Splash, take it or leave it.

"You turn around first." The other man's unmistakable voice sounded behind him, "Get off your wall."

The hand wrapped around the gauze rested on the side of his neck, the skin behind his ear was gently scraped by the gauze, Fang Zhiran unnaturally turned his head sideways, and just being touched so gently, the back of his neck felt like it had a small electric current again, even his spine was tingling.

Teacher, are you leaking electricity?

He fumbled, found the glass of water on his desk, and dunked himself, turning the little splash into a big one.

"Stop wobbling, are you cosying up?" Ji Xingchuan wrenched him upright, "Fang Snowflakes I'm asking you, why did you say yes?"

"I'll say yes if I want to." Fang Zhiran said, "You're the famous cosplayer, have fun."

He lifted his chin slightly, rocking his chair.

Talking crazy, acting scared.

"Is it because I saved you in the lab?" Ji Xingchuan asks, "And Ms. Snowflakes is going to give her life for me?"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"By conservative estimates, I hit three cabinets and two chairs while you were dragging me away." Fang Zhiran said, "Whether it's payback or revenge, I'll have to think about."

"You want me to give my life for that, dream on." He said.

"But ......" he slumped onto the table and rested his head on his arm, his voice plummeting as if he was bottoming out, "it's because I don't want you to save me, I think... ..."

I may have ...... liked you when I didn't want you to risk your life.

The office was quiet again.

Fang Zhiran is getting cranky.

What? You're not talking to me?

Snowflakes are on their way, and you're being picky?

One hand broke over his cheek and cupped his jaw to make him tilt his head slightly.

Unable to see with his eyes, Fang Zhiran did not know what the other party wanted, but could only feel the other party's somewhat burning eyes resting on his face.

"What are you up to, old winter thief?" He asked.

"Pre-ordered limited edition little boyfriend, waited so long for it to arrive." Ji Xingchuan said, "Hurry up and unpack it to see how beautiful it is."

"Do you take me for a valley?" Fang Zhiran laughed in anger.

The other man seemed to really treat him like a valley, pinching his face, tugging at the tips of his ears, ruffling his eyelashes again, and finally rubbing his hair.

Fang Zhiran was so nervous that he lost his breath and pinched his desk with his hands, not knowing where to put them.

"Are you done checking?" The corners of his mouth pressed up, "Want to return it?"

"Check it out." The other said, "Exclusive winter valley, pretty good quality, love it."

"Why are you so mushy." Fang Zhiran, who felt like he was being rubbed round and flattened, knocked away the other's hand.

Oddly enough, with a body of a middle-aged teenager, he has been wandering in the secondary world for many years, so it is said that his face skin is already difficult to break through the defense, so why does he soften his legs when he is rubbed by the other party for two times.

This hand, what is it?

But like, it's not annoying?

"Coming coming." Jiang Feng gently pushed the door open, "Senior Brother Ji, Junior Brother, dinner for you two."

"Thanks." Ji Xingchuan accepted his campus card.

"Senior Brother Ji, I took the lab coats you two changed out of and threw them away." Jiang Feng said, "There was blood all over the clothes, it looked strange."

"Throw it away." Ji Xingchuan said, "Ask the college for a new one."

He had just finished explaining to Jiang Feng, when he turned his head, Fang Zhiran had already unwrapped the plastic bag, opened the lunch box, took the disposable chopsticks, and picked up a piece of Sheng Jiang and was about to put it into his mouth.

Ji Xingchuan : "...... Ginger!"

Jiang Feng: "?"

"I didn't call you, go out." Ji Xingchuan said.

Jiang Feng ohs and closes the door behind him.

In the office, Ji Xingchuan sighed, "Sit down and let your boyfriend feed you."

The word "boyfriend" made Fang Zhiran freeze.

Ji Xingchuan is a senior, a winter teacher, and now his boyfriend.

The boy's lips have delicate lines and rounded lip beads, he pursed his rouge-colored thin lips, the lips that had just finished drinking water were full and glistening, like dew-soaked flower petals, his eyes opened slightly, and he opened his mouth somewhat hesitantly in the direction of the sound, vaguely revealing a small section of his soft tongue.

The blocked vision probably made him a little nervous, and the boy bit his lower lip shallowly, forgetting that every little movement he made at the moment was exposed to the other man's view.

"Will you feed?" He dropped his eyelashes slightly, trying to keep his tone raw, "So hungry, I'm going to start ordering."

"What do you want to eat?" The other man's voice was suddenly a little muffled, onomatopoeic, but not as lazy and casual as it usually was.

"To be delicious." As he spoke, the corners of the boy's mouth curved in a nice arc, the shape of the bit of lip bead even more rounded and beautiful, "If it's not delicious ......"

The words were gagged, his mouth warm to the touch, and Fang Zhiran's eyes widened in bewilderment.

At first touch, if not for the faintly disorganized sound of the other's breathing in his ears, everything would seem to be an illusion on his part.

Ji Xingchuan, kissed him?

It was as if he had touched a beam of blazing summer sunlight and melted with his brain, soft and warm, wanting to spread himself out on the floor into a little snowcake.

Favorably, the other's voice had regained its composure and changed to a swimming accent, "Do you like what I picked?"

"Not like that." Fang Zhiran said assuredly.

This guy is so shady, secretly kissing him.

It's still an office. Someone could come in at any time.

A shallow kiss was magnified several times by the occasion in which it was placed.

He had a white fog in front of his eyes, and he didn't know what he looked like now.

The thin redness at the ends of his eyes and the tips of his ears betrayed him, and his pursed lips, as if they couldn't withstand much treatment, also seemed to follow his cheeks in becoming redder.

That "don't like it" was as faint as a kitten's murmur, saying it was a refusal, but scratching the itchy heart, more like a refusal.

Worthy of being a famous cosplayer whose popularity has soared recently, Ji Xingchuan coughed lightly, "Let's eat first."

Fang Zhiran "hummed", this time with experience, and smelled the warm scent of food before opening his mouth.

The office door pushes open again and Jiang Feng and Gan Wanhe walk in together.

Ji Xingchuan only returned his head, his hand movements did not stop, only Fang Zhiran, faintly vain.

I was, surprisingly, in love with my senior!

He thought with hindsight.

How to guard an office romance?

In his brain, "Days and Nights Entwined with Senior Brother" automatically flipped open, and the white light in front of him suddenly turned to gold.

"The lab coat was disposed of ...... Oops, I didn't think of that." Jiang Feng said, "I just should have bought two steamed buns or bread, and Fang Zhiran could have eaten by himself."

Jiang Feng: "It's my fault."

"No, you're fine." Ji Xingchuan said.

Jiang Feng: "?"

What was that sound, so raucous in his ear hehehehehehehe.

Jiang Feng: "Sister, why are you dancing around?"

"You two are pretty lucky." Gan Wanhe said, "Lao Guo's spirit must have insured our Guo Men's two good faces, Qin Fan next door has been stabbed into a hedgehog."

"Lao Guo, for now, is still on earth." Fang Zhiran said.

"Poor Fang Zhiran, hey." Gan Wanhe said, "I can't even see, hey. How can I go back to the dormitory at night, how can I take a shower when I get back, hey, how can I change my clothes, hey."

"Sister." Fang Zhiran asked, "Are you here to sing a mountain song?"

"She has a point." In his ear was the serious voice of Ji Xingchuan (in the form of Dr. Master), "You'll need someone to look after you for the next two days."

"Yay, Brother Ji." Gan Wanhe says, "You have a single room in that dormitory, don't you, or you can take care of Fang Zhiran for a while."

Jiang Feng: "Or Fang Zhiran's roommate ...... ouch."

His senior sister kicked him.

"I also think it's fine." Jiang Feng says, "Senior Brother Ji, why don't you take Junior Brother back to take care of him for two days."

Ji Xingchuan: "That's fine."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Don't just arbitrarily decide where people are going ahoy!

*

The labs are blowing up, the college is urgently tinkering with safety regulations, and no one's working late tonight.

It was just after 20:00 p.m. when Ji Xingchuan led Fang Zhiran out of the college building while navigating and guiding the blind.

Gan Wanhe borrowed a bicycle from somewhere, Fang Zhiran sat on the back seat, and Ji Xingchuan drove him all the way back to the doctor's dormitory.

He was led into the elevator and through the corridors, finally stopping in front of his dormitory door.

"Ran, you're at your boyfriend's house." A low voice pressed against his ear, trailing off soft and raised.

Fang Zhiran felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and his entire body winced.

Dormitory is dormitory, why suddenly change the name.

Places that hadn't been visited much earlier suddenly became ambiguous because of the change in the relationship between the two.

Fang Zhiran stood in the center of the dormitory, with the sound of Ji Xingchuan closing the door behind him.

Shit, I'm in a den of thieves.

He was an afterthought.

Wrists were grabbed and Ji Xingchuan pressed him into a chair.

It was probably the obstructed line of sight that made the other person's every action at that moment take on an ambiguous meaning.

Nope, not his problem.

It was Ji Xingchuan who was making too many little gestures at the moment, either touching his head or pinching his cheeks, very much like a cotton doll who had just gotten something out of the way, and who wouldn't stop until he had pinched every bit of it.

"Later." He called off the other man's hand that was helping to undress, "I hurt my eyes, not my limbs, I'll take them off."

He pushed the man out of the way and crossed his own arms, grabbing the hem of his white sweater and lifting it upwards to remove it.

The other man's fingertips suddenly stroked across, stopping at his collarbone, and the fingertips pressed slightly harder, gently pressing down on the side of his neck.

"Does it hurt?" He heard Ji Xingchuan ask.

"A little." Fang Zhiran said, "Hurt?"

Ji Xingchuan didn't say anything.

On the side of the boy's white and slender neck, there was a very shallow scratch, and the beads of blood that oozed out had already dried up, lining that section of the neck more and more fragile and snow-white.

It looks like Mr. Snowflakes has also gone a bit Ou and drawn the Beaker Shard.

"Small wound." Ji Xingchuan's voice was low, "I'll put a waterproof band-aid on it."

"Just as long as your face is okay." Fang Zhiran said, "I'm a dinner guy."

The sound of a Band-Aid being ripped off sounded, and Fang Zhiran cocked his head again.

He raised his hand to the side of Ji Xingchuan's neck.

Ji Xingchuan: "What's wrong?"

"Do you feel itchy?" Fang Zhiran asked.

"It's okay." Ji Xingchuan finished his reply, and as if he remembered something, his voice was tinged with laughter, "Ranran, you might be a bit sensitive."

Fang Zhiran : "...... roll."

It doesn't sound good.

"I'm going to take a shower." He picked up his pajamas, "You can return a message for me, and if anyone looks for me, tell them that my eyes are sealed by evil forces."

The boy fumbled to remove his pants soiled by the burst of flame, revealing two long, beautifully shaped legs, the skin on the sides of his legs a glistening jade color in the light.

Only on the side of the leg, there's still a patchy bruise-

Hit it this afternoon while being dragged around.

These blue and purple marks, did not destroy the beauty, but more inconvenient to say more charming, so that people more imaginative of the scene in front of them.

He headed toward the bathroom from memory, his slim ankles showing by his black fuzzy slippers.

Ji Xingchuan only dared to look at it and then averted his gaze.

He opened his cell phone, turned on the recharge software, and charged 500 yuan to Fang Zhiran's number.

[Your number has been reset.]

Ten seconds or so later, message after message came in.

[ Su Jia ]:[Image], this pink-haired vampire is so cute, out of a look?

Ji Xingchuan replied on his behalf.

[F]: Hi, I'm his senior, there was a small accident in the lab, he got an eye injury and can't look at his cell phone for a while.

[ Su Jia ]: Yes, yes, yes. QwQ

[ Su Jia ]: I'll give him a call later.

Next message.

[ Pan Xu ]: Holy shit, Ji Xingchuan is so horrible, he threw me a compressed package, dozens of documents ah, let me read them all years ago.

[ Pan Xu ]: Come on, say it with me, Ji Xingchuan is a dog.

[F]:Smile.jpg

[ Pan Xu ]: ?

[ Pan Xu ]: Fang Zhiran You don't laugh like that, brother is afraid.

Next entry.

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: Mr. Snowflakes, I would like to discuss something with you. As you know, the company has recently been training newcomers, and newcomers need exposure. The company would like to change the guest of honor to cosplayer Jing Yu for the 2.22 s city exhibition, do you think it's okay?

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

[F]: No.

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: Mr. Snowflakes, I know you have a bad temper, but you have to be clear, Comic-Con is an event that the company has contacted you for, and the company can let you go, or they can let someone else go.

[F]: mcn companies are just that, don't take yourself too seriously.

[mcn Clear Light Culture - Li Li]: ?

[F]: Just so you're clear, Shogetsu Media invited the cosplayer Snowflakes, not you, Harukotsuki Culture.

[mcn Clear Light Culture - Li Li]: What are you talking about Snowflakes, the show that will be hosted by Moon is only a pre-promotion, the guests have not been finalized yet, can you represent will be Moon Media?

[F]: I can.

[mcn Clear Light Culture- Li Li]: Forget it, I can't talk to you, I'll go talk to the person who will be the moon.

Soon after, a group chat message popped up on the job number Snowflakes--

Group Chat [2.22s City Comic Con] (80)

[mcn晴灯文化-嘟嘟]: @Comic-Con Planner, there's been a change in our guest list for show delivery, can we chat about it?

[Administrator Poverty Scribbling] kicked [mcn clear light culture-doodle] out of the group chat.

[Administrator Poverty Scribble] kicked [mcn Clear Light Culture - Li Li] out of the group chat.

[Administrator Poverty Scribbling]: soybean yawn.jpg, not a bit of contractual spirit, what kind of company is the straw man pretending to be.

[Yu Zhuye]: [Share Radio Drama - "Extra-human Tentacle Evil God Falling in Love with a Human" wearing headphones]

[Administrator Poverty Scribble] banned [ Yu Zhuye ] for 30 days.

[Administrator Poverty Scribbling]: every day to engage in h, a moment the group was blocked.

Ji Xingchuan cut back to WeChat and messaged Snowflakes' business assistant back--

[F]: with me it's just hard to tell, with Shogetsu it's impossible to tell.

[F]: penguin waving handkerchief.jpg

The other person was probably pissed off and never returned the message.

The water stopped, and after a crackle of movement, the door was pushed open.

Fang Zhiran walked out cursing.

"Ji Xingchuan, was your washing machine in this position before?" He asked.

Ji Xingchuan : "...... moved down yesterday."

"I'm going to be crushed." Fang Zhiran rubbed his waist.

He lifted the hem of his pajamas to reveal a striking patch of red around his waist.

"Your little Snowflakes, busted up today." He said, "Hey do you think I've been blown out internally, I've always had the feeling of being in a choke hold since just now."

"No internal injuries." Ji Xingchuan said, "Your pajamas are on backwards."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

It's so inconvenient to not be able to see things.

He was just about to take it off when the cuffs were pulled down and he stumbled half a step forward, crashing into the other man.

Ji Xingchuan Presumably to help him, a slightly cool hand rested on the side of his waist.

He had just come out of the warm bathroom, and the warm skin on the side of his waist couldn't withstand that chill, and his backside tingled a little at such a casual touch.

Ji Xingchuan was organizing his clothes when he caught a glimpse of a semi-original version of Snowflakes.

The boy's eyelashes were still clotted with tiny droplets of water, and his hair, not carefully wiped, hung wetly over his forehead, which was now lowering in small splashes, clear trails of water sliding down his cheeks all the way to his neck, and dripping down the back of his waist, wetting his pajama pants.

Ji Xingchuan put his pajamas aside and got up to get a dry towel.

"Aren't you cold?" He swept the man into his arms and dried the water marks with a towel.

Fang Zhiran wasn't cold, but the man was rubbing too carefully, the towel rubbing past the side of his cheeks, the side of his neck, his chest and even the back of his waist a little bit, making him feel as if he was cold as his whole body began to shiver.

"Okay." Ji Xingchuan seemed to be in quite a hurry, and the man shoved a hair dryer into his hand, "You blow-dry your hair, I'll take a shower."

Blind, unable to play with his cell phone, and with his hair dried, Fang Zhiran felt the boredom of the night.

The phone perked up and sounded like a call, he tried dialing the screen and the call was answered.

"Little Snowflakes?" came Su Jia's eager voice from across the room, "What happened to you? Did the lab explode?"

"Small fry, not a problem." Fang Zhiran said, "Pentagonal tip, Snowflakes complete."

"You scared me to death." Su Jia says, "Are your eyes okay?"

"For the time being, there is no need to look at the turbid things of this world." Fang Zhiran said.

Su Jia: "......"

"I think I'll be fine tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, don't worry about me." Fang Zhiran said, "I'm quite durable, I can't fight Snowflakes."

"That's fine, let's get down to business, that meetup of yours on January 9th, I'll go and take pictures for you." Su Jia said, "Your mcn's photography technique is too assembly line, it can't capture one tenth of your beauty, although this one tenth can also hang around the cos circle is all."

"Okay." Fang Zhiran said, "You do it, I'll pay for whatever you want to shoot."

"I want to do that little pink-haired vampire prince that's been so hot lately." Su Jia says, "With those little fangs, you'd be cute as hell."

"Vampires, with white hair?" Fang Zhiran asked.

Su Jia: "?"

"Forget it, just come out with that one." Fang Zhiran said.

If I remember correctly, Ji Xingchuan has an academic conference on the 9th, so I don't think I'll go to see him.

"Then it's a deal." Su Jia said, "Tickets for the meet and greet aren't selling cheaply, and several of your biggest fanboys have been talking about going to it in their fanbase, so it's going to be a hoot."

"I'd like to see how frenzied." Fang Zhiran was happy.

"Lift the seal soon oh Yuki." Su Jia sends her best wishes.

Fang Zhiran stretched.

A pink-haired vampire. I wonder if his boyfriend likes it.

Speaking of which, he hurt his eye and can't give Ji Xingchuan any cos for a while.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped at some point.

Finished?

That Fang Zhiran is coming.

Fang Zhiran, with a holy light in his eyes, groped for the bathroom door and clicked it open.

"What's wrong?" The man's voice was a little dull and muffled.

"Are you getting dressed?" Fang Zhiran asked, "Then don't worry about wearing it, my eyes can automatically code now."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Come in for what?" The other asked.

"Your hair dryer doesn't seem to be working too well, my hair is sticking up." Fang Zhiran felt the comb and pressed the hair on her head, "I can't see well, do you want to brush it for me?"

The other person's voice still seemed a bit deep, and seemed to have a bit of a nasal tone to it, a nice voice that Fang Zhiran hadn't collected before.

It's like adding reverb, it's so good.

The paper fell into the trash can, followed by the sound of clothes being zipped up, the rustling of clothes being put on, and the sound of a faucet being unscrewed.

"Wait a minute." Ji Xingchuan said.

In the mirror, the unconscious look of the boys is most provocative.

Ji Xingchuan dipped his long fingers in the stream of water and rinsed his hands a little.

"Help me with my hair!" Suddenly pressed into his arms, Fang Zhiran began to get annoyed, "What are you doing!"

The person next to him leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Here we go again.

Fang Zhiran Not moving his mouth, you really think I am easy to pin down ah!

He simply turned around, closed his eyes and scratched around, grabbed the other man's hair and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

The other man froze, resting one hand on the side of his waist, the fingertips of the other rubbing his cheek, then his palm clasped the back of his head and he kissed back.

The consequence of provocation in such matters is that Fang Zhiran was almost kissed off.

A string of small fireworks crackled in his head.

The other was steady as an old dog when his breath was confused, and steady as an arm around him when he couldn't help making a sound.

Until he couldn't bear to raise his hand and gently patted Ji Xingchuan's back.

Ji Xingchuan (hp-80) lets go of him.

"Don't you need to change your fucking breath?" Fang Zhiran grumpily touched the corner of his sore mouth, "I'm going to die from your kisses."