"Why didn't you go?" Qi Yan asked.

The three of them play games together on weekdays.

Fu Ci smiled, "How could I leave you alone in the dormitory?"

Qi Yan just moved in today, those guys ran away heartlessly, but he wouldn't.

Qi Yan knew what he meant, his heart warmed, and he saw Fu Ciren sitting on the edge of the bed, and gave way to the side, "It was just an accident, I'm much better, you don't have to worry about me too much."

He was not very familiar with the environment of this new dormitory, so he was only nervous for a while.

Seeing Qiyan, Fu Ci took the initiative to give him a seat, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he immediately posted, "I know, but I just want to stay with you. Internet cafes are smoky. They love to go there. I'm a good student."

If it weren't for the fact that Prayers always avoided him on weekdays, and the reason was upright, saying that he wanted to paint in a quiet environment, he would have been tired of being with people 24 hours a day.

After he finished speaking, he squeezed towards the prayer.

Looking at his actions, Qi Yan felt that the tiredness of Fuci High School had a tendency to recur, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

He knew why Fu Ci had to change beds with Liu Liu, probably for the present moment.

The beds of the two are facing each other, and as long as the curtain on one side is opened, they can touch it silently. This is a shortcut tailored for Fu Ji.

He also realized with hindsight what the convenience of Fu Ci said before, this kid has been planning for a long time.

Qi Yan couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Okay, sit down, can you, don't get so close to me."

The body temperature of the other party kept coming in through the thin clothes, and with the unique clean and refreshing smell of Fu Ci's body, it wrapped around him, inexplicably disturbing.

But Fuci never listened to him. Not only did he not retreat, but he also stretched out his arms and hugged Qi Yan's shoulders, hung on him like a koala, put his chin on the side of his neck, and looked at him with a smile. , with an unscrupulous look on his face, that is, looking for Qi Yan, there is no way to take him.

Fu Ci has 189, and Qi Yan has only 178. This poor size allows Fu Ci to easily wrap Qi Yan into his arms with one hand.

Qi Yan didn't know what his plan was, and he couldn't get away, so he turned his face back and didn't want to get so close to him, but the more he ducked, the tighter Fu Ci hugged, and finally the two lost their balance and Qi Yan's body As soon as he slanted to the side, he saw his head was about to hit the guardrail on the side, but was supported by a hand on the back of his head.

Fu Ci gave a short sneer: "Qiyan, why are you so stupid!"

"Also, what's wrong with letting me hug you? I'm not a beast of a flood." He rubbed Qi Yan's neck again after speaking, "You smell pretty good, is it the scent of shower gel? Why don't I? "

What he used today is also the body wash of Qiyan, why is it not as fragrant as him.

However, it was so comfortable to hold Qi Yan, and the fragrance was so soft that he didn't want to let go.

The two fell on the bed together. The single bed in the school obviously couldn't hold two adults. Qi Yan was almost hugged into his arms. Qi Yan's neck, white skin instantly stained with a touch of powder.

Qi Yan's skin was whiter than the girl's, and the collars of the two were slightly rubbed apart while laughing, revealing the beautiful and distinct collarbone underneath.

Seeing this, Fu Ci couldn't help but point it with his hand, "Qiyan, you are really white! I have a color difference between you and me."

Qi Yan felt that the man's hand was still going down, his Adam's apple rolled, and he pushed Fu Ci's face away, "Get up for me, you're dead!"

What's wrong with paying the speech! How to rub against people like a dog, and smell it to take advantage of people.

He pulled the collar that had been rubbed open, and after blocking the unusual crimson color, he drew a clear line between the two with a drawing board, "Don't move any more, or you'll let me down."

Fu Ci knew that Qi Yan was not joking. In order to avoid being kicked out, he had to keep his guard up. He just looked at him blankly.

But Qi Yan didn't eat his way at all, ignored him, lowered his head and sorted out the messy sheets.

When he was done, he looked up and saw that Fu Ci was about to reach for the drawing board beside him.

Qi Yan's expression was stagnant, and he subconsciously wanted to cover the drawing board so that he could not see it, but Fu Ci's motor nerves were much better than his, so he quickly took the board over with his eyes and hands.

"You were drawing me before?" Fu Ci said in surprise, the No. 6 jersey was too familiar, and he took a closer look, "Is it really me? Is this when I shoot a three-pointer?"

Qi Yan looked at Fu Ci's serious and scrutinized expression, and his heart froze.

When he painted this painting, he did not suppress his emotions at all. It contained too many emotions of him. He could feel the cherishing and carefulness when he wrote the painting through the screen.

Moreover, he focused on the figure of Fu Ci, the slender legs, the abdominal muscles that were faintly exposed after the hem of the clothes was lifted when he took off, and even the sweat on it was drawn privately.

Fuci showed him today, but he accidentally couldn't hold back, and the description was too detailed.

How can an ordinary friend draw such a sexually intense painting for the same sex...

Seeing Fu Ci's increasingly serious expression, Qi Yan's heart became a little colder.

Fu Ci looked at the painting, then looked up at Qi Yan, "Your painting is wrong."

"My basketball and jersey are limited editions, why don't you draw them for me?"

Pray: "..."

What?

Finally, with a dark face, he added logos to Fu Ci's beloved jerseys and basketballs to ensure that people can see their value at a glance.

Only then did Fu Ci nodded in satisfaction, "That's right."

Qi Yan didn't give up, and put the drawing board in front of Fu Ci, "Can't you see something else?"

He didn't know what kind of psychology he was.