"I checked your class schedule and found it myself. Blame me, I forgot how serious you are in class." Fu Ci put a straw on his milk tea and pushed it in front of Qi Yan, "Drink it quickly, or it will get cold. ."

The corners of Fu Ci's mouth twitched, and he didn't care at all that Qi Yan didn't reply to his news, and even found a reason for him.

Qi Yan looked at the milk tea in front of him and did not move for a while.

"Why, do you want me to feed you?" Seeing this, Fu Ci picked up the milk tea and handed it to Qi Yan's mouth, "Have a taste of it? I specially wanted nine points of sweetness, which should suit your taste."

Qi Yan stepped back, raised his hand and took the milk tea reluctantly, "Okay, I will drink it myself, I was just thinking about something a little lost."

He couldn't stand Fu Ci's burning eyes, he lowered his head and took a sip. The sweet and warm milk tea overflowed his mouth and slipped into his stomach, causing him to bend his eyes unconsciously.

It's the taste he likes.

Seeing Qiyan, Fu Ci took a few sips with satisfaction, and then the clenched hand on his side slowly loosened, his eyes returned to the usual sloppy smile, and his eyes fell on Qiyan's bulging cheeks when he drank milk tea. He couldn't help rubbing his fingers and coaxed, "If you like it, I'll buy it for you next time."

That way, he would have another excuse to come to pray.

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Chapter 6

After moving into Fuci's dormitory for a while, Qi Yan discovered a pattern.

The more he hides from Fu Ci, the more Fu Ci sticks to him. As long as he has time, Fu Ci will come to him. There are various excuses, and after a long time, the prayer will be left to him.

Now, the sketching class is about to end, and he has received the news of Fu Ci in advance, saying that he will come back to the dormitory with him on the way, and tell him not to leave early.

Qi Yan glanced out the window, the sky was gray, the dark clouds were surging, and the wind was blowing towards this side, as if there was going to be a heavy rain.

And Fu Ci likes to wait for him under the sign downstairs. The porch is too narrow. If it rains later, he will definitely get caught. He has to tell Fu Ci to change his place.

As soon as he picked up the phone, a question came from beside him.

"Qiyan, are you finished drawing? I feel like you've been in a daze for the whole class." Feng Ziyu, who was in the same major, leaned over and glanced at his drawing board. When he saw it, it was indeed a half-finished product, "Have you been caught by me? Recently, I’ve been distracted when painting, and I don’t know what I’m thinking about.”

Feng Ziyu snorted twice, "If you are caught by Old Man Wang, you will definitely be scolded."

Qi Yan took the phone back, "I'll go back to the dormitory and draw again."

Fu Ci has been very clingy recently, but whenever he paints, the other party will settle down. At most, he only accompanies him to type codes or play games, so that Qi Yan does not have to think about the relationship between the two, which is another kind of relationship mode.

Feng Ziyu saw that Qiyan knew what she had in mind, so she stopped talking, packed her things, and waved at Qiyan, "Then I'll go with Cheng Liang first."

Cheng Liang had already been waiting beside Feng Ziyu, seeing that he had packed up, took his schoolbag skillfully, then nodded to Qiyan, and the two left together.

Qi Yan's gaze paused for two seconds on their hands that were openly shaking, and then didn't overdo it.

Feng Ziyu and Cheng Liang are a couple and of the same sex. They have been talking for more than half a year.

And there are not a few couples like this, which is why he often asks Fu Ci to wait for him outside.

With Fu Ci's sensitivity, he must be able to see the clue at a glance. He didn't want Fu Ci to feel uncomfortable every time he came here.

When Qi Yan packed up his things, he looked up and found that it was pouring rain outside the window, and in the fine rain, he immediately found the tall figure standing under the bulletin board downstairs, who was covering his head with a schoolbag, looking up Look towards his studio.

Fu Ci did not bring an umbrella.

Qi Yan immediately picked up his schoolbag and ran over, and when he stood in front of Fu Ci with an umbrella, he found that most of the man's body was soaked.

"Are you stupid?" Qi Yan covered the person with an umbrella, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Fu Ji, "Isn't the Art Department building right in front of you? Why don't you go over to take shelter from the rain?"

He wanted to remind Fu Ci before because he was afraid that the rain would catch people off guard, but he didn't expect that Fu Ci was still waiting here when it was raining.

"Don't you want me to go in?" Fu Ci wiped the rain off his face, his voice a little dull for some reason, "I'm afraid you will be unhappy after going in."

In the past, Qiyan would come out ahead of time every time, or specifically tell him where to wait. Over time, he knew that Qiyan didn't want him to be close to the art department.

Qi Yan was originally wiping the water off his shoulders, and he frowned when he heard the words: "I didn't let you in, and I won't be unhappy."

This little thing is nothing compared to Fu Ci's health.

As soon as he finished speaking, the depressed expression on Fu Ci's face was swept away, "Then I will pick you up at the door of your studio in the future?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that his tone might be too excited, and he pretended to lower his voice: "Then... I will listen to your words and wait for you in the art department."

Qi Yan still doesn't understand where he fell into his bitter trick, so he threw a pack of tissues in his arms, "Wipe it yourself."

Fu Ci put the tissue in his schoolbag, and smiled and leaned over to Qi Yan, "No need to wipe, it's just the rain, I don't care about it, just wait until I go back and take a hot bath."

After he finished, he supported Qi Yan's hand holding the umbrella handle, "But the wind is still a little strong. I will hold the umbrella with you, which is more secure."