He was really drunk and crazy. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he didn't know whether his head was dizzy or he was making mistakes.

Bewildered.Maybe Cheng Lin is somewhat responsible, because he hugged his little friend today and said that it was very challenging and exciting.

The little thing couldn't stop crying, Fu Yanzhuo sighed.I thought, what else can do?

A person who is not too young but is still a child in front of me, from head to toe, is rare in the world.

He got up slowly, and with a condescending posture, he could clearly see every reflective soft hair on the soft top of the young man's hair.

He knew it was mean, but apparently, it worked.

Now, Zhang Yao probably won't call for dating and marriage anymore - if it's serious, he might still be afraid of himself.

This is not a good thing. At least in the past few years, he never wanted Zhang Yao to be afraid of himself. At first he hoped that they would get along with everyone minds their own business. Later, he felt sorry for this little thing, wanted to spoil him, and wanted to see him willfulpresumptuous.

He wanted to touch that little head, but he was afraid of causing the little thing to be even more upset, so he hesitated for a while, but he didn't drop his palm, but just sighed lightly.

Zhang Yao choked up, thinking how could Fu Yanzhuo treat him like that?

He could obviously be lighter, slower, and wait for him to react, but he wanted to bite him suddenly, so fiercely and so hard, obviously to teach himself to speak wild words.

"Fu Yanzhuo, you really..." You really don't like me, do you?

Didn't understand what he was going to say, Fu Yanzhuo sighed, and patted Zhang Yao's back: "Go to bed early, don't say these words again in the future, I drank too much, it's my fault, let's just pretend it didn't happen today."It's okay, okay?"

Zhang Yao huddled into a ball, a half-grown boy, with slender hands and feet, but still a small huddle when huddled together, the insecure posture makes people feel distressed.

Such a young life, such a clear boy.

After all, when he stood in front of him and said in one go, "I want to try with you, I want to marry you." Probably no one could refuse.

Not only because of his young and beautiful body, but also because of his paranoid drive forward.

For Fu Yanzhuo, it is even more difficult to refuse, because this is the cat he raised, and it has never changed from autistic to domineering. It is still very pitiful, and it is his child.

Whether it's because of lust or other unclear things, no one has reason not to be moved.

Fu Yanzhuo would not hypocritically say that he was not tempted, and the reason why he seemed to be able to push away soberly was also because this was his Zhang Yao.

I prefer him, so have to consider how to be good for him, how to be good for him is really good for him?

The so-called love is extremely noble, but it is also extremely vulgar, and it is also extremely rare. If you say too much, it is vulgar, but if you say too little, it is not enough. Hiding in your arms and not being seen by others may not be true love, and he is not a saint.It is impossible for him not to understand what fire is.Zhang Yao doesn't understand, he understands too much.

Fu Yanzhuo is very clear that Zhang Yao is a plant that grows in the frigid zone, and his understanding of feelings is very poor. His blood is only because he yearns for the temperate zone. In fact, the little thing doesn't understand what liking is at all, so he intends to sacrifice his whole lifeGive that little warmth, as reckless as a moth to a flame.

If he was a little more selfish, he would make mistakes, and there would be no serious consequences.

They are just going on as they are now, no, no, for Zhang Yao, they will live like this, and he will get the warmth he wants.And it is completely beneficial to oneself.

—he had a young life, utterly beautiful, utterly innocent, utterly admiring of himself.Who can say no?

It's just that Zhang Yao never knew what it was like to be better, so he felt that he was someone he couldn't miss.

Fu Yanzhuo knew that his life had already reached the peak, and the rest would be a leisurely downhill, but Zhang Yao, the long and beautiful life had just begun, but because of this little light on his body, it all hit him.

Zhang Yao thought that those warmths were rare, and he needed to sacrifice himself, but in fact, he didn't need to. His tenderness to Zhang Yao was inexhaustible, and he didn't need to repay him like this—no repayment needed.

So...so...

There are many good people, good friends, good world, and good life out there.

"Yao Yao."

Fu Yanzhuo called his aunt's nickname for Zhang Yao, sighed and wiped his tears, thinking that he still scared him.The kiss just now, in addition to being a deterrent, was partly because he was too anxious. Under the influence of alcohol, he didn't restrain the anger in his heart at all.

The kitten is not scared.

"Okay, go to sleep."

He patted Zhang Yao on the back: "My fault, I drank too much."

Zhang Yao choked up from crying, which gave Fu Yanzhuo an illusion, as if the little thing in front of him was not an adult, but a child of three or five years old, who couldn't understand what the adults said, and could only sob when he was scared or unhappy.

After Fu Yanzhuo sobered up, he also became patient, took all the responsibilities, and gave each other another step.

Zhang Yao refused to look up, avoiding his movements, he waited for the little thing to calm down, the aunt came out rubbing her eyes when she heard the movement outside, and found that the two of them were sitting at the dining table strangely, and asked what was wrong.

Fu Yanzhuo didn't speak, Zhang Yao curled up together, his back was still heaving slightly.

The light in the living room was turned on, Zhang Yao flinched, startled by the bright light, Fu Yanzhuo moved to cover the light for him, and touched the back of the little thing's head.

"It's okay, you can rest and turn off the lights."

My aunt was full of doubts, but she went back to sleep as she said.

"Go upstairs." Fu Yanzhuo asked again.

The small ball on the chair didn't move, Fu Yanzhuo had an illusion, or impulsiveness: he could pick it up with one touch.

When he regained consciousness and found what he was thinking, he thought to himself, the wine was still not sober.

Finally, Zhang Yao stood up silently, and Fu Yanzhuo followed him, leaving a distance, and followed him upstairs.

His lips were still hot, and the smell of alcohol remained in his mouth, as if he had also drank strong alcohol. Those smells rushed in violently, sweeping his body and mind, and his heartbeat has not calmed down yet. He followed the footsteps behind him heavilyTogether, slowly at the same frequency.

Thirteen... Fourteen...

It seems to be very far away from him, always so far away, and will not come close.