If Fu Ci knew what he was thinking, he would not have said such words with such certainty.

But his reaction made Fu Ci think crookedly. He raised his hand to straighten Qiyan's shoulder and looked nervous: "Qiyan, you won't have someone you like, right?"

But after he finished speaking, he shook his head to himself, "No."

Whenever he is free, he will go to Qiyan, but he doesn't see any girl he walks close to.

But Qiyan didn't give him a letter of approval. Instead, he looked at him in a hurry and thought it was very interesting. He leisurely ate potato chips next to him and listened to his guessing.

"Is that the girl from the basketball court?"

Fu Ci still remembered this man peeking at Qi Yan on the basketball court, and he felt a little annoyed at the time.

Qi Yan thought back and realized that he was talking about Hu Yao. He didn't expect Fu Ci to remember this person. "It was the first time I saw her. She asked me for contact information at that time."

"You gave it?" Fu Ci asked.

Qi Yan glanced at him suspiciously, "Why should I give it? Ordinary girls want to contact you and you will give it?"

"Of course not." Fu Ci denied it without thinking, "If I really gave it, my contact list would explode."

Seeing that he said such shameless words without changing his face, Qi Yan couldn't help kicking him, "Bangse."

But what he said was true.

After Fu Ci knew that Qi Yan did not give the contact information, he was relieved, and he was not annoyed when he was kicked. Instead, he smiled and pulled up Qi Yan's calf and placed it on his own, making the posture more comfortable, "It's just the computer department. That pile of code is enough to give me a headache, and every time I have a little time I want to go back to basketball or spend more time with you, I don’t have time to think about that.”

He thought of something and sighed, "Qiyan, are you still the first in the midterm professional course exam this semester?"

Qiyan didn't know why he suddenly asked this, and nodded.

"I knew it." Fu Ci's voice was a little frustrated, but he quickly regained his spirits, "Then I have to work harder and not be left behind too much."

After he finished speaking, he squeezed Qi Yan's calf and joked: "You remember to wait for me in front."

Qi Yan was wearing shorts. At this time, Fu Ci was against his calf. The temperature of his palm passed through the cool skin without any obstruction. It was a little hot. Talk, don't move."

"Hey, why did you sue the wicked first?" Fu Ci raised his eyebrows and pinched his calf like a threat, "It was obviously sent by you."

After Fu Ci finished speaking, his hands were still down, obviously preparing to scratch him.

An itchy and numb feeling came from his ankles. Qi Yan could feel his feet being held. Fu Ci often played basketball. With a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, it slipped across his sensitive skin, causing a strange feeling. a feeling of.

Qi Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and begged for mercy: "Yes, yes, I'll wait for you."

A successful smile slipped on Fu Ci's face, "You must remember what you said, I will work hard this semester, and I promise not to embarrass you!"

The study and struggle duo was officially established.

Qiyan rubbed her numb calf, thinking of something, and pretended to ask casually, "You don't want me to like others?"

Although Fu Ci didn't say it directly, he still felt it.

Fu Ci didn't hide it and nodded, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was much smaller, and his tone was rather depressing: "If you like others or fall in love, you won't spend time with me."

Now he felt that Qi Yan would avoid him from time to time, and if there was a third party, he would definitely be left out.

He felt uncomfortable as long as he thought of that scene, "Pray, if you really have someone you like, be sure to tell me."

Qi Yan saw the crisping of the package of potato chips in his hand, and looked away, "Tell you and then? Come and snatch someone from me like in the movie?"

Fu Ci was silent for a moment, but he didn't deny it, "Well, I'm here to grab you."

——

After the movie ended, Qi Yan turned off the tablet and looked sideways at someone who was sleeping peacefully against the wall, feeling helpless.

He admitted that the second half of the movie was a bit boring, but how could Fu Ci fall asleep directly?

Didn't he come to watch a movie with him?

Qi Yan patted Fu Ci's face lightly, "Wake up, go to your bed and sleep."

Fu Ci opened his eyes in a daze, and after seeing that it was him, he stretched out his hand and fell on the pillow with Qi Yan, and then pushed the person into his arms, "If you don't go back, just sleep like this."

Qi Yan listened to the deep sleepy voice in his ears, and was stunned, but did not break away immediately.

As the main force of the team, Fu Ci must have spent a lot of physical strength in today's game, and he is probably exhausted.

He pursed his lips and told himself in his heart that he just wanted Fu Ci to rest for a while.

Then, in a small way, he nestled in Fu Ci's arms.

Fu Ci put one hand behind his head and the other on his waist, perhaps sensing his movements, and subconsciously took him into his arms.

The two were close to each other, the other's steady and powerful heartbeat beside their ears.

Just like high school.

In the third year of high school, the two slept together like this every day. That was because he didn't know his heart yet, but he just liked to be close to Fu Ci.

Like to study with him, eat together, sleep together, like to listen to each other's voice, like to smell each other's smell.

He likes everything about Fuci.

In the end, he realized that it was not friendship between friends, but love. He fell in love with Fuci, but Fuci hated homosexuality.

So, after college, he consciously wanted to avoid this kind of intimacy.

Thinking about it now, he hasn't hugged and slept with Fu Ci in such a simple way for more than a year.

Qi Yan closed his eyes, and the other's body temperature, smell, and gentle breathing were all tempting him.

There are only the two of them in the dormitory now, and this time Fu Cixian was sleeping on his bed. Even if he hugged someone to sleep for a night, no one would think too much.