Fanservice Paradox

The test of high altitude made Fang Juexia confused, untied the ropes, and returned his feet to the ground. The tread is not true, each foot is still walking in the clouds, ups and downs, deep and shallow.

"How is it now?" Pei Tingsong walked to him a few steps, "Aren't you so afraid?"

afraid.

After this disaster, he finally calculated the heavyweight between these dangers and dangers. There is nothing like Pei Tingsong, he is the biggest and most uncontrollable risk.

"Much better." Fang Juexia replied looking at the shadow on the ground.

Afterwards, he had ambiguous memories of his trip to the amusement park, and half of his soul seemed to remain at a height of twenty meters away. Later, after playing and doing what he did, he seemed to be only involved in a daze. Even the director joked that Fang Juexia was terrified, so scared. Later, there were more and more fans watching, and they had to end the shooting early.

After playing for a day and finishing work early, everyone was very happy. Lu Yuan returned to the company to meet the choreography teacher, and He Ziyan also went back to discuss the arrangement with him. Jiang Miao's sister was about to celebrate her birthday, and Ling Yi, who had always been in the business, accompanied him to buy gifts and order cakes, preparing for surprises.

Fang Juexia's plan was to return to the dormitory and take a shower. After an hour of rest, he went to the practice room to practice dancing. But when he came out, only he and Pei Tingsong were left in the dormitory. The other person was similar to him and had just taken a shower. He wore white cotton and linen pajamas and took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator.

I don't have a good cold, so I wear so little.

He didn't say such nagging words because it seemed to have nothing to do with him. Fang Juexia closed the bathroom door and went straight back to the bedroom, helping Ling pick up a little yellow man doll that fell to the ground and put it on the table, then went to bed.

The twilight of orange twilight climbed from the balcony to his dark blue quilt. He set an alarm clock and retracted into the quilt. The illusion that the sequelae of high altitude is turning is most obvious when eyes are closed. Very uncomfortable, he turned over on his stomach and buried his head in the pillow, trying to reduce this weightlessness and dizziness, but with little effect.

[You are grown, brother. ]

Pei Tingsong's voice repeatedly appeared in his ears, and his heart could not sleep well.

Suddenly heard footsteps, Fang Juexia turned her head to the side and saw a pair of long legs beside her bed. He was a little scared, and somehow subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover his head.

"What are you doing?" Pei Tingsong wanted to pull his quilt down. "I thought you were sleeping."

"I'm going to sleep." Fang Juexia said muffledly.

"You forgot what you promised me?"

Correct. He really forgot. He was messed up by bungee jumping and the so-called adult ceremony.

Fang Juexia was afraid of facing Pei Tingsong, but every time he tossed and turned, Pei Tingsong appeared again, always holding a strong reason that he could not escape.

He gave up struggling and let Pei Tingsong pull the quilt away, squinting halfway, and saw Pei Tingsong and the medicine chest he was carrying.

It's getting more and more squeamish now. It used to be so **** that it was so strong that it didn't make you bandaged.

Forget it, he bit it anyway, and has to be held responsible. Fang Juexia lifted the quilt and sat cross-legged, took the medicine chest and opened it to find the powder of oral ulcers, trying to show the calm posture of hanging pots, "You sit down."

Pei Tingsong sat by the bed and found a hair curled up on his head, looking silly.

"You sleep now, do you not sleep at night?"

found it. Fang Juexia took out the box of medicine powder and shook it. "I went to the practice room after a short sleep, but I didn't come back at night."

"You are not afraid of training your waist if you continue to practice like this every day."

"I had a back injury." Fang Juexia said that the wind was light, and he drew out a slender cotton swab to dip the powder.

But Pei Tingsong doesn't sound too tasteful. He obviously also spent time with Fang Juexia for two years, and he didn't know that he had been injured in the waist. Glancing at his waist, he thought about how he saw him changing clothes in the apartment before. Pei Tingsong opened his eyes, "Then you need more rest."

"Everyone wants to rest. But dancing is such a thing. After a day of rest, the body will be dull for a day. Too many people will rust and become stupid on the stage." He leaned closer. "Tongue sticks out."

Pei Tingsong did so. Fearing to block the light, Fang Juexia tilted his head closer, staring at the little white spot on the tip of his tongue, the source of all evil. Fang Juexia had a strange mood when he thought that this little white spot was bitten and decayed by his own teeth. He couldn't describe it.

Can't think deeply, he was also afraid to return to the night of the incident.

The cotton swab dipped in the powder moved up very slowly, and saw the tip of the tongue shrink. Fang Juexia raised her eyes and observed Pei Tingsong's expression, "Does it hurt?"

Pei Tingsong retracted the tip of his tongue and stared at the person in front of him. He felt like he had made a wrong decision. Clearly thinking about it in my heart is to tease Fang Juexia, but now he is uneasy. When he sees Fang Juexia lying on the bed, he will subconsciously lighten his steps, and he will be guilty and worried when he hears that he has a back injury.

Seeing him raise his eyes, he will be palpitated. At dusk, his eyelashes were translucent and flickered slightly.

It's not a panacea that points to the tip of the tongue, just a butterfly with a light cloud. Pause, flew away again.

"Does it hurt?" Fang Juexia asked again.

Pei Tingsong blinked in a panic. "A little."

"Be patient."

He had to stick out his tongue again and his eyes fell on this close face. When Fang Juexia was serious, her eyebrows would pucker inward slightly, her lips slightly open, and she could barely see the moist inside. It is a familiar place, after all, I have explored it.

Pei Tingsong thought he should be patient, so he tried to divert his attention.

The tip of the tongue is stimulated by the powder, like a thin needle tip stuck in the heart. He gradually became obsessed with this subtle pain. Fang Juexia's shower gel smelled good, clean and comfortable, similar to anesthesia.

Even if I have seen how open and free to make friends, Pei Tingsong knows that friends should not kiss, not even deep kisses. It should be simple and natural to be friends. Talking, chatting, understanding each other's preferences and lifestyle, sharing joy and pain, there will be no burden when interacting, just like holding your right hand when hugging. This is a friend.

However, alcohol took turns to capture their wits, unexpected kisses, and another unexpected kiss, repeatedly superimposed, this friendship seems to be not pure from the beginning.

But he really thinks Fang Juexia is good and really wants to establish a friendship with him.

Looking back, Pei Tingsong accidentally saw Fang Juexia's pajama collar down, which was white and clear. He retracted the tip of his tongue and coughed a few times.

"Is your voice uncomfortable?" Fang Juexia asked.

Pei Tingsong didn't naturally have to straighten up, but also lifted Fang Juexia's shoulders, "Don't you keep the old cat on your waist, your waist is not sore?"

Fang Juexia also sat up straight, her tone was flat, "You always care what my waist does."

"Who cares about your waist?" Pei Tingsong didn't admit it, his voice grew louder.

His clothes were too loose and he looked down clearly when he lowered his head. He didn't know how to avoid it when changing clothes. He looked at others with the same kind of eyes without any consciousness.

Counting the many sins of Fang Juexia, Pei Tingsong seemed to find a way to vent. Yes, blame him. If Fang Juexia was not drunk in the beginning, he did not kiss him. He will not return when he is drunk. Without tangled lips, he would not be entangled in the purity of friendship.

Obviously, he grew up unfettered and didn't care about anything, but now he has to worry about these little things.

All blame Fang Juexia.

"Okay." The ignorance of the originator gently fanned the wind with the palm of his hand to help Pei Tingsong relieve the pain at the tip of the tongue. "Drink more water and eat a little vitamins." He lowered his head to find the vitamin B from the box c, stuffed into the hands of Pei Tingsong with the powder.

He didn't want to apply the medicine himself, he also wanted Fang Juexia to give himself the medicine.

"This medicine is applied three times a day, and it can be applied if it hurts badly."

But what's your position? They are all adults.

"it is good."

Hearing Pei Tingsong's sentence was good, Fang Juexia was a little surprised, and he was so obedient.

"You go to sleep." Pei Tingsong stood up and took the medicine box, but heard Fang Juexia say behind her, "I don't seem to sleep too much. My head is dizzy, and it's hard to close my eyes."

Pei Tingsong said, "It may be a sequelae of fear of heights. You may dream of being at a height when you sleep. It will be more uncomfortable at that time. Don't go to sleep first, find something to relax and do."

After he finished, he left. Fang Juexia's room became empty all at once. He simply got up and walked to the balcony, picked up the kettle and watered his flowers and plants. He bought a saguaro cactus on the roadside a long time ago, not spherical, but long Kind of. He crouched down and tapped the thorn on the cactus.

It was rarely watered before, and I never cared about it. Fang Juexia raised the kettle and poured it a little, not too much.

Do something to relax.

Fang Juexia took out the Sudoku book and sat on the lazy couch on the balcony, facing the remaining sunset. This way of calming and concentrating has concentrated on trying everything. Holding the pen, the numbers gradually shook and jumped in the blank space.

Is it too tired recently.

He closed his eyes and then opened his eyes again. Eyes scanned the first column of the first row, trying to figure out the answer. But he consciously lost his mind, and his soul was out of control like a sudden fall.

When I got back to God, what was written in the book, not a number, was a person's name.

Pei Tingsong went back to the room and turned on the computer. He wanted to finish writing the lyrics that he had n’t finished before, but when he opened it, he saw the fjx folder.

He never wrote the lyrics of love songs, and he was too lazy to write them. Most of the lyrics of the love songs are nothing new in his eyes. Three or two clichés are chewed repeatedly. Without the essence, only the dross remains.

But this song is a love song.

It was not a love song but also the feeling that he heard it.

Pei Tingsong held the pen and listened to Fang Juexia's voice quietly. Suddenly there was a picture of him laughing. In a sunny amusement park, he told him that this was your first time and was not happy.

Piano sounds and humming flow slowly, and the pen is controlled subconsciously, writing on the paper.

[The dream paradise is brilliant

Trojan chase, old dreams come true

Nikko is a complimentary gift

Brand a kiss mark in the corner of his eye for me]