Strategy to Attack the System

After the college entrance examination, the two successfully entered the same key university in the province. Before entering the school, they bought an apartment near the school and lived a lingering cohabitation life. ---End of this Tanmei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw)))

Jiang Fusheng's lips are red and teeth are white, and he likes to hang his shoulders and shoulders with a smile everywhere, and he has attracted a lot of obsessive admirers when he just entered school. However, Yin Hui did not conceal his close relationship with him, and within a week, almost everyone in the school knew that they were a couple.

Even though same-sex love is really rare, the university school is in a free atmosphere, and the two are born again. They are particularly seductive. After some unkind commotion, the hustle and bustle of whispers gradually quieted down, and even left. On the road there will be red-faced girls running over to bless them.

Jiang Fu knew that Yin Hui was obsessed with declaring his ownership in front of everyone, so he was also willing to follow his wishes, openly showing affection every day, and the relationship was sticky for two years.

The summer breeze slowly, the sky full of sunset like a plump orange soft egg yolk chaotically leaking down, the slender and clear young boy is like the brushstrokes of Western oil paintings, and the few fuzzy lines outline the graceful and beautiful appearance.

Jiang Fu lazily looked at a group of sweaty teenagers on the court, pinching the bag of potato chips with his thin white fingers, and sending them to his mouth piece by piece, with a crisp sound overflowing with fragrance.

A smiling voice suddenly approached beside him, as if unintentionally, he was close to the soft and greasy arm of the young man.

"Fufu, why are you still not leaving."

The sticky skin suddenly rose in the sticky summer heat. Jiang Fu glanced at the deep gaze cast by Yin Hui on the court, and continued to eat potato chips motionlessly, speaking in a vague and soft tone.

"Waiting for Huihui."

Zhou Chuan tilted his head to look at his handsome profile, the infatuation in his eyes was unconcealed, wrapped in a desire to tear him up and engulf him.

The heart trembled slightly because of the rare intimacy, Zhou Chuan took a deep breath, smiled and stretched out his hand to grab potato chips.

"It's boring to wait so long, I'll take you to eat delicious food, OK?"

Jiang Fu vigilantly covered the potato chip mouth and stared at him.

"Don't grab my potato chips."

He changed the potato chips to the side far away from Zhou Chuan before continuing to eat absently.

"I'm not going with you. Huihui has bought me a lot of snacks. I will wait for Huihui to go home with him."

The gaze on the court came over like a torch, and Zhou Chuan provocatively took over Jiang Fu's shoulder, squeezed his face before he could react, and lowered his voice to lure.

"Fufu, won't you get bored with Huihui for so long? Why don't you try with me?"

Jiang Fu bit the potato chips and didn't speak. When he saw the person who suddenly stopped playing and walked toward this side with a calm face, he pushed Zhou Chuan away with great weight and carried the big plastic bag on the bench. After walking down, he suddenly turned his head a few steps later, his radiant eyes curled up, and his soft voice seemed to reveal an ambiguous secret.

"Zhou Chuan, if you invite me to eat next time, I might agree."

No longer to see Zhou Chuan who was overjoyed, Jiang Fu licked his sweet fingers in a happy mood and ran towards Yin Hui's direction.

"Hui Huihui, are you going home now?"

The young man in black sportswear has long hands and long legs. The exposed texture is smooth, hard and clear. The sweat that comes out is shining brightly with the light, and the handsome and indifferent expression of hostility is absolutely sexy.

Yin Hui coldly glanced at Zhou Chuan who was stunned in the audience, openly squeezed Jiang Fu's chin and kissed strongly, licking every inch of his lips and teeth without leaving any gaps, the faint smell of potato chips and sweet body fluid Mixed into an addictive taste.

The lips were sore from the kiss, the fingers on the chin moved to the corners of the lips and slowly rubbed, Jiang Fu blinked and asked.

"Are the potato chips delicious?"

Yin Hui's face eased a little, and his low voice softened a little.

"Well, what does it taste like?"

"Honey butter, super super delicious."

Jiang Fu pointed at the logo on the potato chips with bright eyes, and highly recommended it graciously.

Yin Hui held his fingers into his palms, stuffed the potato chip bag into the big snack bag, hooked the bag, and asked.

"Have you finished eating?"

Jiang Fu nodded with an obedient look.

"It's finished."

Yin Hui squeezed his abdomen smoothly, and his voice was stained with a smirk.

"Originally I wanted to take you to the yellow chicken stew, but you finished all the snacks. Where is the stomach for dinner?"

"Some and some! I can still eat it!"

Jiang Fu immediately retorted in dissatisfaction, shook his arm in favor, and said expectantly.

"Just eat yellow braised chicken. After a while, drink a cup of yogurt for me to digest, Huihuihui, okay?"

The sweet aegyo is simply irresistible. Yin Hui nudged his sweet dimples with his fingers, and his drooping eyebrows were full of unconditional indulgence.

"Yep."

He glanced coldly at Zhou Chuan, who was jealous in the distance, seemingly unintentionally, and walked out with Jiang Fu with a happy face.

"Orange."

"Yep?"

"You are not allowed to talk to Zhou Chuan in the future."

Jiang Fu was stunned for a few seconds before he absently lowered his head to lick the yogurt box, his pale pink tongue was looming, like a ignorant and innocent little beast.

"It was he who talked to me first, and I didn't deliberately want to talk to him."

Before the innocent murmur, his chin was lifted up by cold fingers, and his bottomless eyes seemed to hide the sharp minions and endless storms that would emerge at any time, waiting to be inspired by the only one After destroying the whole world.

"Orange, you are not allowed to talk to Zhou Chuan in the future."

The deep voice was wrapped in stubborn persecution, and it took a trivial promise to be at ease.

Jiang Fu pursed his lips and smiled.

"Why, is Huihui jealous?"

"meeting."

Yin Hui admitted that it was refreshing.

Even if you have to be jealous of words, wouldn't it be life-threatening if you kissed him in the future?

Jiang Fu sighed and rubbed his head comfortingly.

"Good boy, I only like Huihui, I promise."

Fart.

How to irritate you without making you jealous, cute artificial humans, the complex emotions of human beings are not only happy.

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The melodious and elegant violin was flowing slowly, and the bright candlelight and the exquisite porcelain plate matched each other. Jiang Fu took the dew-stained fresh rose, lightly sniffed it, and smiled.

"Thank you for the rose."

The opposite Zhou Chuan stared at his beautiful face without blinking, and asked with a smile.

"If Yin Hui knew that we were out for dinner, wouldn't he be angry?"

Jiang Fu's eyebrows showed just the right irritability and coldness, and his white fingers played with the rose branches that had been carefully cut off, and the soft voice was also a little cold.

"Huihui should still be doing experiments at school, don't worry about him."

Seeing the gap between the two of them, Zhou Chuan was overjoyed, and his expression became more gentle, and he held his hand as if he were concerned.

"What's the matter, you are in conflict?"

Jiang Fu seemed to deliberately allow him to approach, did not retract his hand, and his beautiful face showed childlike distress and innocence.

"Huihui is too clingy. It's annoying to follow me no matter what I do."

Zhou Chuan stared at his porcelain-white skin and blushing lips, and could hardly control the urge to kiss him severely. He blurted out the ghostly.

"Fufu, follow me."

I have been pestering Jiang Fu since high school, copying Jiang Fu's wishes and coming to the same school. Even if he knew that the affairs of Yin Hui and him had been well known, Zhou Chuan never gave up his love for young people.

That kind of liking has become an obsession, a habit that goes deep into the bones, and every little contact between a teenager and him is the addiction of countless licking aftertastes in the middle of the night, making him drink poison to quench his thirst, and eagerly desire to occupy more many.

Jiang Fu's eyes flickered, and he stopped talking, but at the end he just smiled, the dimples are sweet.

"Zhou Chuan, what are you going to play in the dance next weekend?"

Every year the school will hold a masquerade party. The mysterious atmosphere adds endless fun and ambiguous surprises. It is an occasion that all students are looking forward to.

The unexpected question made Zhou Chuan stunned. After thinking about it, he answered honestly.

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet."

Lazy carelessness hangs on the delicate face with red lips and white teeth, and the youthful voice is like an innocent witch, waiting for thousands of people to willingly eat the red fruit in his hand.

"Now, I like brave knights. If the knight can take away the princess, then it belongs to you."

Zhou Chuan was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he didn't even consciously hold his breath.

"What! Fu Fu, what did you say?"

Jiang Fu put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth with an elegant napkin, got up and walked to his side, slightly bent over to reach his ear, his thin breathing sounded hot and soft against his ears, silently. Drill straight into the heart from the ear socket.

"I said, if you can take me away, then I will be yours."

Lightly patted the dazed Zhou Chuan, and Jiang Fu with a bright smile bid him happily.

"I'm leaving, see you next week, Zhou Chuan."

It was less than eight o'clock when I returned to the apartment, but the person on the sofa stared at the direction of the door motionlessly, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Fu in the hallway bent over and changed slippers, and asked casually.

"I thought you would be back very late."

Yin Hui was silent for a while before asking.

"where did you go?"

"If you are not at home, I will have dinner with my classmates."

Jiang Fu's voice was brisk and seemed to be in a good mood.

Yin Hui walked towards him and hugged the boy's flexible waist from behind, with his chin resting on his shoulder, his low voice was a little muffled.

"Who did you go with?"

Jiang Fu sighed, the repressive impatience in the words was like the bare/exposed reef between the rising and falling tides, the sharp stabbing and unsuspecting intimacy.

Yin Hui's arm froze slightly.

But the young man quickly raised a smile again, turned around to pinch his face and at the same time stretched the distance between the two without a trace, and said a few familiar names.

"We will eat together when we meet."

Before Yin Hui could answer, he let go of his hand and walked toward the bedroom, muttering while yawning.

"So sleepy, I'll take a shower first."

Standing in place, Yin Hui watched him shut the door of the bedroom without looking back, and stayed alone for a long time. His handsome face gradually showed a bit of confusion, mixed with loss of confusion, as if he was inadvertently A lone stone abandoned in the corner.

He didn't ask for kisses in the past, and didn't care if he had dinner. Some were just perfunctory, prevarication, and concealment. He had seen those classmates at school before he went home, but the boy could still lie to him without changing his face.

Why, why lie to me.

Yin Hui's eyes were filled with damp sadness, his heart was suffocated by cotton wool pillows, and the pain of suffocation almost cracked his chest.

When he walked into the bedroom, Jiang Fu in the bed was playing with his mobile phone. The butterfly with his back facing him was thin and beautiful, motionless, as if he hadn't heard the sound of his entering the door.

Yin Hui turned off the light and went to bed. After lying down in silence for a while, he turned over and hugged Jiang Fu, burying him in a low way around his neck.

"Orange Orange"

Jiang Fu responded absentmindedly, and when he noticed that the kiss on the back of his neck gradually moved to his cheek, he turned off his phone, rolled over and pushed away the wrapped Yin Hui, his voice softly acting like a baby.

"Huihui, I'm so sleepy today, can I do it another day?"

His eyes were wet, but the rejection in his words was obvious.

As if being stabbed in the soft hinterland, Yin Hui didn't say a word in pain for a moment. He looked down at Jiang Fu for a long time before speaking slowly.

"it is good."

It has been half a month, with an increasingly indifferent attitude, more and more frequent rejections, even the old eyes that were full of joy and dependence are no longer completely placed on me, as if they are little by little. Lose him.

Yin Hui suffocated, and helplessly hugged the slender and warm boy in his arms, his sorrowful tone was filled with urgent pity.

"Orange, I like you, I really like you."

Jiang Fu found a comfortable sleeping position in his arms and muttered sleepily.

"Woo I like Huihui too."

As if finally confirming something extremely important, Yin Hui's tight breathing suddenly calmed down. He contentedly hugged his beloved boy, and cautiously dropped a nostalgic kiss between the boy's eyebrows. The breath was crazy. affection.

"Orange orange, orange orange."

The humble mutter fell into the silent and continuous darkness, but no response was received, it was misty and there was nowhere to rely.