Chapter 29 : After Type Got A Husband

In fact, having a husband is not as bad as you think.

After waking up, Type thought in his mind that when he woke up feeling sour in every body part way, he found that there was breakfast waiting for him on the Japanese table. The person who was struggling with his homework on the opposite bed saw that Type woke up and immediately put down his homework and came to see him.

"Can you take a bath? I have sponged your body, but you may still feel a little uncomfortable. "

After Tharn finished, Type looked down at his situation, and now he has changed into a loose and comfortable tracksuit, which has been done with as the other side said, so Type shook his head.

"I want to brush my teeth and wash my face. This is my voice?"

The voice was hoarse and almost can't be heard. Type immediately grabbed his throat and remembered

"Last night was really thrilling intense." Type said to himself, he refused the other party's intention to help him. He raised his legs and walked to the balcony. There was a small washbasin. Every step was like walking on the tip of a knife, with distinct pain in specific everywhere.

Sha Sha Sha

At the moment of contact with cold water, the bleary feeling with Type just woke up with gradually faded, and the reason gradually returned. Type began to wash his face and brush his teeth, and decided to take a bath after breakfast. However, just as he was holding hands with most boys to wipe off the water drops on his face, a small towel covered his face. Type was a bit covered, but he still took it to wipe his face.

"The meal is not hot. Can I heat it up?"

"No, I can." Type shook his head, because his stomach was already singing empty city plan at the moment. It doesn't matter whether it's hot or not. Type walked over and sits straight in his seat, while

"Shiaa!" The man who was pouring water for him turned to look at him.

"What's the matter?"

Type then turned around to look at him and blurts out that is

"I'm not your guy yet!"

"My guy?"

"On"

Tharn was innocent. He doesn't understand why the other side is angry with him. Type looked at him and closes his mouth silently. At the moment, the pain is still clear when he just sat down.

"Forget it, I'm going to take a bath." So, Type pretended to be fierce because he didn't want to let the bad hearted boyfriend know that he's shy, he grabbed the towel and tried to walk out in a man like manner, but it seems that such a short time is enough for Tharn, who is a bit confused, to get something, because

"Oh, my guy, last night I tried to pull out, but you pushed my hand away, and I didn't clean it up."

Pong

Don't think that Type will continue to listen to the situation about last night. He walked out of the room with the fastest legs as soon as he crossed his legs, but he could not stop recalling the intense scenes of two people last night. The more content he remembered, the more ashamed Type felt.

Rustle

While thinking about it, Type put his head under the shower. The cold water flowed directly to his feet. Some unknown liquid also flowed down with the water. At this time, Type began to clean himself.

"Ai'Type, open the door."

Ha!

"What?" When his boyfriend suddenly knocked on the door and said he was going to come in, Type himself was shocked and his eyes were wide open, because he was worried that the other party would continue to do the same thing he did to him last night. He admitted that doing it in the bathroom was very exciting, but he didn't want to do it now. The shame of last night didn't fade away, Type replied loudly,

"I won't open the door!"

This bastard must want to screw me again in this bathroom.

"Well, you don't need shampoo or shower gel, do you?"

Uh huh?

"Wait, you're here to give me shampoo?" Type raised the voice a little so that people outside could hear it.

"Yes, you come to take a bath without these. How are you going to wash them? I'll send them to you right now." Hearing this, Type opened the door and reached out to get it.

"Give it to me and get away."

"Why? What are you afraid I will do something to you?" Speaking like this, Tharn still handed the shampoo and body wash to the other party, and closed the door with a brush from Type. He didn't know why he dare not look directly at the other party. Maybe it's because he thinks the other party was going to do something to him, but in fact, the other party was just kind-hearted.

"Can I help you?"

Tharn asked if he needed help, but the guy in the bathroom clenched his teeth and said,

"Get out of the way and watch the annoying door!!!" There was a burst of laughter outside the bathroom, and Tharn went away kindly, leaving only the one who couldn't help but wanted to hit the wall with his head because of shyness.

Type didn't come back to the room until he put on his original suit after taking a bath. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled the smell of breakfast. It was obvious that someone had heated it and put a bottle of water on the table. If his nose didn't smell wrong,

"What flavor?" Type pick up the pink floral air freshener.

"Didn't you say you don't like the smell of the room after we finish? In the morning, I took the sheets to wash, and then bought this one. It's scentless, isn't it?" Tharn said that, Type turned to look at the other man's bed and found that it had been changed into a new bed sheet. Last night, it was covered with milk white liquid everywhere, but now it only smells like blooming flowers. Type could not help nodding.

"Um." Type said casually. He didn't want to let the other party realize that he was happy because he cared about him. Then Type sat in his seat. He scooped breakfast into his plate and began to gobble it up. He didn't look up at the person who came to sit with him and kept staring at him.

Why keep staring at me!!!

   Type who was so engrossed in eating knew that the other party must have thought about those things in bed again. In the past, he would have looked up and cussed the other party. But now he can't cuss.

"You didn't look at me today."

Crack

"Aargh, Ai'Type, why are you kicking me?" As soon as the other party took the initiative to bring up the topic, Type, who tried to hide his shyness and pretended to be the same as usual, can't help but get angry. He kicked at the other party's feet curled up under the Japanese table, but Type didn't say a word, only made up for it after the other party questions.

Crack

"Let go of my feet!" Type said bitterly, but the guy who held him by his feet just looked at him quietly, and then he laughed again.

"Look at me first."

"Won't you look at me?" If he glanced up the other guy moves his face away immediately. Tharn pulled Type's foot on the knee of his other foot, and then put his finger on the sole of the foot. The worst thing was that he began to tickle Type.

"Ah, stop it! xsshole, it's itchy, Hahaha!" Tharn scratched his foot, which made Type almost jump up to escape, but Tharn was still reluctant to stop until...

"Look at my face, first

"Ha! Want me to look at you, right? Well, I am looking at you!" Type, who was hiding from the noise, said loudly. He turned his head and looked at Tharn expressionless, indicating that he was angry. Tharn stopped scratching him. He turned his head and looked at Type with a smile, but still didn't let go of the ankle.

Just look, I see a hole in your head!

Type thought to himself, but as soon as he saw the smiling eyes, the corners of his mouth and the face he had fooled around on last night, he would...

Crack

Covered a face with one hand.

"I admit defeat." The skin was so hot that he could feel it clearly. Type tried to ignore the feeling and try to make his voice sound the fiercest.

"I'm shy, OK! You can't look at me anymore! Well, I know what I did last night, but you just can't look at me like that anymore!!" Last night, the exhausted guy screamed loudly, trying to cover up his shyness. Tharn smiled and slowly let go of Type's ankle. Type immediately retracted it. Tharn then whispered,

"I'm glad you remember last night."

Crack

"I can't remember!" said Type discontentedly and Ai'Tharn laughed more happily.

"I remember, we're in a relationship now."

"..."

In fact, he didn't want to admit it, but when he saw the other side looking at himself with such expectation, and he seemed to be waiting to ask this question before he woke up in the morning, Type could not help but reply stiffly,

"Um! I remember everything. "

I remember how I hugged him, coaxed him, apologized to him, and confessed all my thoughts to him. Tharn was so happy to hear that. He turned to the notebook he was just working on, moved over and crowded with Type, and Type began to hug him,

"Why do you sit here? You can sit in such a big place."

"I want to sit here." Tharn said casually, Type felt that he shouldn't go on asking anymore, because the other side's face clearly said "Why do you have a problem?" Type looked down and continued to eat breakfast, but he just had his last bite...

"I'll wash everything later." Tharn put down his notebook and got up. He took the plate and the water glass and went straight out to the basin. Type curled his mouth and complained,

"You make me look like those girls who need to be looked after." I complain about it, but I'm really happy.

Actually, it's very comfortable to have a husband.

While thinking about it, Type picked up his notebook and put it in the place where he had just put his meal. He also laid down on the bed. He looked weak and didn't plan to go there all day.

 Tharn said as he was coming back from washing the dishes, "Anything else to eat? I'll buy it later. "

"Do you want to take care of me? It's just lying on the bed that made me look like I'm disabled." Type can't spit out good things from the doggy trash talking mouth, and Tharn can't help shaking his head. It seems that he's used to his poisonous tongue.

"So don't you want to eat anything else?"

"Well, I just want to go to bed. You can go on with your homework." Type said that Tharn came to sit on his bed, drew the Japanese table closer, continued to do his homework, and the guy lying on the bed could not help turning his face and staring at him.

"When is the final exam due?"

"Next week, you are about to finish the semester. Don't you have to hand in any homework?" As soon as Tharn asked, Type couldn't help sighing.

"Yes, but I'll do it later. I don't want to do it now." Type said lazily, the mobile phone rang immediately, but the mobile phone was still in the pocket from last night's pants, and Type sighed again.

Tharn couldn't help laughing as he looked at him.

"I'll bring it to you." Type doesn't want to get up at a glance. Tharn consciously reaches for his jeans, took out the mobile phone inside and hands it to Type. Type looked at the mobile phone, hangs up the phone and throws it under the pillow.

"Not answering?"

"No, the boy Champ called me to play with his friends." Type replied straightforwardly that the friend who came to the same college should have gone home today. Otherwise, he would have knocked on the door early and cussed himself. Type didn't want to explain now. It's better to see each other later.

"Um." Tharn only said "well", and Ai'Type who just threw the mobile phone away looked back at the person with his back to him.

Tharn didn't ask more about Puifai, and He didn't know if he didn't want to hear about it, but it's good that Type doesn't want to talk about it anymore. It's really not a glorious thing to talk about when he cheated and played with girl's feelings and tangled with Tharn at the same time.

While looking at the back of Tharn's head, Type thought, he found that Tharn's hair is a little longer than his own. The color of his hair is dark brown and looked very soft. Type reached out his hand and touched it gently at the end of his neck. Then he put his fingertips into the root of his hair and rubbed it casually. Tharn's hair shape immediately became ugly. Tharn didn't say anything, just looked up and looked down as he did his homework.

Therefore, as soon as the other person didn't talk about himself, the guy lying on the bed was more and more reckless trying to insert his hand into Tharn's hair, and deliberately make his hair stand up, then take away his hand, and watch the hair fall down softly, and those still standing hair were pressed down with the palm of his hand.

"Is it fun?" Type was having a good time. Tharn suddenly asked in a voice, and the idle man, Type, smiled.

"Such fun." Sure, it's fun to hold Tharn's hair like this, and he doesn't say anything.

"Well, just keep playing if it's fun." Tharn not only didn't blame Type for interrupting him when he was doing his homework, but also for such words, Type couldn't help but was shocked. He moved, tilted his body, and then

Hold the chin of the person sitting at the bedside typing with both hands and lift it up. Before Tharn could ask, Type leaned forward and kissed his mouth, even though he was still in bed.

"Ai'Type..."

"Go on with your homework. I'm going to bed." But Type didn't say a word, just rose his eyebrow and then lay down to sleep as before. Tharn, who was suddenly kissed, could only stare at him. It was obvious that Type didn't intend to say anything more.

This the much that a person like me can give you.

Type himself knew the formal communication, and the other side will certainly expect new changes between them. But he is a person who has always been at odds with Tharn and even hated him so much. He looked so cute when he was with Puifai. What happened? Besides, Tharn was also a man. Therefore, what Type can do is just to give it to him like this... He kissed one.

"Have a good dream." Tharn himself should understand, because Tharn just said a good dream to him.

Yes, having a husband is not as terrible as you think.

RRRRRRRRrrrrrr

Type didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up again, it was just when the mobile phone rang. Type couldn't get up and look at the screen. When he saw who was calling, his first reaction was to hang up and shut down, but he still answered the phone after a deep breath.

"What's the matter, dad?" This person's phone can't be missed, or the cost of living next month will be in vain.

"What's the matter, son? How was last night? Did you get on with your girlfriend?"

Type rolled his eyes. He thought of asking his father for money to chase after the girl yesterday. Today, he would call to ask about the progress. The old man may be expecting his son to bring a soft girl home. But I'm sorry, I went looking for a boyfriend.

At this point, Type's heart became heavy because his parents know why he hated gays. Type dare not tell them that their son did not escape from gay's claws in the end, but how can he have the face to tell them.

Type thought, with sharp eyes, he glanced at the man sitting typing, but found that the man had fallen asleep with his head down. His long legs kicked the Japanese table to one side, and he looked very tired, because last night, not only himself was working hard, but also Tharn was tired from screwing him.

"We have broken up."

Better not let dad know his son has a boyfriend.

[Well, I didn't even learn half of your father's skills. Hey wife, your son was dumped.]

"I didn't get dumped. I just didn't think it was the right person."

As for the right person, dad still doesn't know and that's for the better. I'm afraid he will have a heart attack if he does.

[You are making excuses.]

The man at the other end of the phone laughed loudly, as if he was laughing at his son. Type shrugged and reached out to touch the sleeping man's hair.

"Dad, can you give me some money?"

[You dare to ask for money. I didn't ask for the return.]

Then, my father hasn't teased enough, and Type silently rolled his eyes.

"I want to move out of school dorms next term." Type said to the phone, because Tharn said it was also reasonable... if they moved outside they can life in good condition without affecting other people. Moreover, the big bed is certainly comfortable than the present two people in such a small bed.

[Ha! Now I can't stand it. I want to enjoy it. We've agreed to live for a year.]

"That's your decision, Dad. I said it several times and you ignored it."

[It's very comfortable to live in school dorms, and there are many friends.]

Yes, many of them find husbands because they live in dormitories on campus. Otherwise, they may find their father's daughter-in-law.

Type rolled his eyes and thought, but he still played with Tharn's hair. He also continued to reiterate with the person on the other end of the phone that he wanted to move out of school, but the father in charge of financial power wanted his son to make more friends in school.

"I just want to live with my friend, Dad, and share the rent with them."

"Who? Nong No? Or high school friends?"

Does Dad think that I only have those old friends in high school?

"No, my friend here, the one who took care of me when I was sick, remember?" As soon as Type reminded him, the opposite father sent an "Oh" voice, because before he sent him salted duck eggs to thank the caring roommate for taking care of his silly son. At first he thought it was Techno, but at last it was Type's roommate.

[Then why does he want to move out?]

"It's convenient to live outside."

Every time we thrilling thing on the bed here, it feels like cheating.

Type silently cussed in his heart, but his father still make complaints about it.

[For example?]

Type himself was tired of answering.

"Please dad, let me move out. This sweet child promise he will study hard and make progress every day. I will go back to the dormitory on time before 11 p.m. without touching drugs and sleeping with girls. I will show you a beautiful GPA point." It's true that Type refers to himself as a sweet baby, because a friend in high school used to call himself that. Although Type felt that he would be too cute to call himself, he also knew that if he wanted to call himself a baby to get that apartment, he had to call himself a baby.

[Don't touch drugs I can go with, but not touching women, it's too weak son.]

[Husband... What is this nonsense are you teaching him!]

In this way, the angry voice of my mother came in, and Type smiled happily, which was right.

"Son, don't listen to your father who is out of tune. I'll talk later. Your father has left his job!"

When mom finished, she hung up the phone. Type was caught off guard. He opened his eyes a little bit. As long as they meet gain, he could persuade them to agree to move out and give them money to do so. But he couldn't help it. All the people in charge of financial power hung up. Type could only throw the phone back to its original position. He curled his mouth and eyes

Slightly

Stared straight into the open eyes of the sleeping man.

Ai'Hiaa! Did he hear that?

"Lovely baby."

"Shiaa!" Type blurted out a dirty word. Tharn must have heard all the conversations between himself and his father. The awake gently stroked his hair and changed his hand to hold it. Tharn's neck and forced himself to lift up. It seemed that he was about to leave his body. Tharn called out softly. He reached out his hand and hugged his neck. But who let him choose such a convenient position to sleep.

"That's how you talk to your family?"

"Well, no, haven't you ever called yourself that?"

"No, I call myself Tharn since I can remember. Is it the first time I've heard someone call himself a baby, especially you, a strong young man?" Tharn turned around and sat down. He looked at Type and slowly massaged his neck. The robust young man in his mouth said fiercely,

"It's a blessing you did enough good deeds in your last life to be able to hear it, but I advise you not to make fun of me." Type put up your thumb and then face down, then made a show of cutting a throat to show Tharn.

"In addition to calling yourself a baby, do you still lick your fingers?"

"Ai'Tharn, you bastard!" In a word, the guy who is threatening Tharn was about to jump up, but his waist is still sore. He can only look vicious on his face, as if he is going to rush to strangle him. Tharn looked at him and smiles.

"I don't want to talk about you. What did your father say? Can you move out?"

After Tharn stopped making fun of him, Type immediately answered his question.

"I don't know. My mother suddenly intervened, but there should be no problem. My father just wanted me to make more friends. I said I will live with friends. He should agree."

"Friend?" Tharn frowned, and Type looked at him.

"Do you think I dare to tell my father who I live with? Stop it, Ai'Tharn!" Tharn's face was still smiling, and he said,

"I'm joking. I know I can't say. It's good if you want to go out with me." Tharn doesn't think much, but Type knew that Tharn actually thinks a lot.

The mouth is a set, the heart is another idea.

Said only to be a sxx friend, but finally turned their relationship into a couple. This time, I told my dad that it was just a friend, but he didn't have any objection too?

"Well, since you want to live off campus, why did you want to live on campus before?"

"It's the nearest place to the college. It won't waste time on carrying musical instruments." Tharn said that Type raised his eyebrows and said, "This time..."

"But it doesn't matter if I can live comfortably with you." Tharn went on, turning his head to turn off the laptop and then turning around,

"Move."

"Go to your own bed. It's so small and it's hot." Heat is a reason, and for what reason must they squeezed into a bed to sleep Type was not understood. When Type said that, Tharn got up and went back to his bed. However

He just walked over to turn off the other fan, and then turned back to Type's bedside to stop.

"Now I don't have a fan. It's hot to go back. Move aside." Tharn said solemnly that Type looked angry and laughed at him, but he could only blame himself for nothing to provoke this man. Tharn lay down slowly, even stretched out a hand to hug Type's waist.

"I'm hot Tharn!"

"Well, but I'm cold. The fan blows straight at my back."

"Ai'..." Before he can say the rude words in your mouth, Tharn chuckled. He put his head on his arm and asked.

"How about going to do apartment hunting tomorrow?"

"Do I have a chance to refuse? Even if I don't want to go, you will surely lead me to go. "

Yes, he can find a reason to squeeze into a small bed together when it's hot, and I said that I just didn't want to go out to buy bed sheets before and then that's exactly what happened. It must be the same when we go out to find a dormitory, and he will find a reason to force me to go.

"I didn't force you." As Tharn said in his mouth, his body gradually approached Type.

When hearing this, Type's attitude softened, but

"I will just find some ways that you can't refuse."

"Hum!" The only thing Type can do is to gently shake the other man's head, because since the decision to socialize with Tharn, the guy who has been bullied by himself before is not as honest as before.

Or is he an evil thing and I didn't know?

Type asked himself in the heart, but acquiesced to the other side holding their own move to sleep together, two people slept to dusk.

In fact, Type hesitated to move out of school at the beginning, but in the evening, when he went out to eat with his roommate, the new boyfriend and he decided to go to the dormitory in the morning.

"Please keep your voice down. We can hear it."

Hearing that Senior Klui, who lives next door, said intermittently, last night, the two of the parties looked at each other at the same time, and Senior Klui who started to mention things seemed embarrassed.

"In fact, I have heard it many times. I pretended not to hear it, but last night you guys were louder than before. Anyway, you better keep your voice down and move less." Mr. Klui said and went to find a friend. Last night, the most hard worked client, Type, blushed. He turned around and looked at the guy who was touching his chin with his forehand like this part has absolutely nothing to do with him.

"Ai'Tharn, you bastard! It's all about you!"

"Who said, is it good to help each other? Don't put all the blame on me." Tharn's answer made Ai'Type's jaw rattle, as if it were squeezed out of the teeth.

"I'll find the dorm tonight!"

Yes, he has no face to live here for another semester. Even if he dies, he must ask his father to agree to move out!!

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