Fanservice Paradox

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     "Do you want some?" Pei Tingsong walked over, squatted down, and handed the green bean smoothie to Fang Juexia's mouth.

Fang Juexia snapped out of his daze and threw the paper aside. His beautiful eyes widened as he stared at Pei Tingsong.

Seeing him like this, Pei Tingsong laughed. "What's wrong with you? What did you see just now? "

Fang Juexia shook his head. "No." He denied it, but his face was burning. His mind was filled with his carefree words, every line, every word.

Having a good memory was a bad thing.

Pei Tingsong smiled and put down the smoothie. His two arms encircled him on the sofa and he leaned forward. Fang Juexia was a little flustered. He leaned back unconsciously and almost hit the wall, but Pei Tingsong caught him first.

"Be careful."

He fell into his arms completely.

Pei Tingsong's hand slid down slowly from the back of his head to the back of his neck. Fang Juexia loved to wear shirts. There were many similar designs in his wardrobe. They looked ordinary when displayed, but on him, they looked clean and beautiful.

He couldn't help but lower his head.

Fang Juexia thought that he was going to kiss him and instinctively closed his eyes. However, he found that he was much lower than expected and was biting the top button of his white shirt.

He used his mouth to unbutton Fang Juexia's shirt and kissed his collarbone hidden inside. Then he raised his head and smiled childishly at Fang Juexia, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Did you see what I wrote?" Pei Tingsong asked.

Fang Juexia nodded and said, "Just one."

"That was the only one. The rest were all scraps." Pei Tingsong was magnanimous and natural. He took his hand and placed it on his waist, making a hugging gesture. "You're so nervous. Do you think I'll do something to you?"

He didn't know why he was nervous. He was like this every time, but he liked Pei Tingsong.

"Desire and sex are natural, just like love." Pei Tingsong said, "I still have a lot of them on my desk in the dormitory. When I miss you, I will write something, especially at night."

Desire is a derivative of love, a figment of the poet's dream.

"Do you want to see?"

Fang Juexia's ears were completely red. He just looked at him and didn't say anything to refuse. Because he could not deny that his heart throbbed when he saw the poem that Pei Tingsong wrote for him.

Who can refuse the love of a poet?

"Next time." Pei Tingsong kissed the side of his face and ear and whispered softly, "I'll read it to you next time."

Although he only said "next time", Fang Juexia imagined a whole night in his mind. Was this the power of words? He, who had always kept himself desireless, began to gradually loosen the net that imprisoned him. He peeled off the hard shell and slowly accepted the instincts of love and desire. This process is so similar to melting.

The winter snow imprisoned by spring would one day turn into spring water.

Just as Pei Tingsong was kissing him, the phone in his pocket vibrated. He frowned when he was interrupted. He took it out and saw that it was Cheng Qiang. He had no choice but to answer the call.

"Hello, Chang Ge." Pei Tingsong put on his headphones. He was still holding Fang Juexia's face in his hands. His thumb was rubbing his lower lip. His eyes were full of him. "Really? It's already decided. Have you told Juexia? "