Fu Ci's hand was half-covered on the back of Qi Yan's hand. From the perspective of Qi Yan, it was as if he was holding his hand in the palm of his hand. The moisture of the rain still remained on the other's hand, but after a while, the heat in his palm came over. , drive away that bit of dampness, leaving only warmth.

Qi Yan looked at the overlapping hands of the two and couldn't help but wonder, did Feng Ziyu and Cheng Liang hold hands like this?

Fu Ci noticed his sight, moved his hand down, and held Qi Yan's hand completely, "Why are your hands so cold, I asked you to wear more clothes in the morning and you didn't listen, are they frozen now?"

He was complaining, but his subordinates used force, tilted the umbrella to cover most of the wind and rain for prayer, put the other hand on his shoulder, and took the person into his arms, "Will this happen? better?"

Fu Ci's body temperature and the warmth of his palm completely wrapped Qi Yan, causing him to lean into the man's arms, his lips slightly raised, "Well, much better."

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However, when the two returned to the dormitory, they were inevitably soaked wet. As soon as Fu Ci came back, he quickly took a towel and handed it to Qi Yan, "Wipe it quickly, or it will be easy to catch a cold."

Since was young, had a bad body and bones. have to keep an eye on it every time the seasons change. Otherwise, will catch a cold and fever every three days. Today is windy and rainy, and it is still cold. If don't handle it properly, will get sick.

Seeing that the two of them were wet, Liu Liu couldn't help reminding: "Brother Ci, why don't you take a bath with Qi Yan? What's the use of wiping with a towel? A hot bath is the most important thing."

Song Yang also nodded, "Yes, Liu Zi and I also forgot to bring our umbrellas. We took a shower all the way, and we came back to life after taking a shower. Don't delay."

Before Qi Yan could respond, he was pushed into the bathroom by Fu Qi, and the other party took off his jacket without saying a word, and even lifted the hem of his T-shirt up.

The dazzling white skin on the waist reminded Fu Ci of the touch of the morning, warm and delicate.

But in the next moment, that wipe was covered by clothes.

"Wait..." Qi Yan held his hand and smacked his tongue, "Are we going to wash together?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Ci looked right, "If it drags on for a long time, we might both get sick."

Qi Yan still felt a little unacceptable, "Why don't you wash it first, I'll wash it later."

After he finished speaking, he was about to run away, but was hugged by Fu Ci directly from behind, "What are you running for? I won't eat you."

The clothes of the two were originally half-wet, but they were sticking together at this time. The damp water vapor mixed with the body temperature of the two of them, making them sticky. Qi Yan should have felt uncomfortable, but it was not.

He could feel the vibration of Fu Ci's chest when he spoke with a smile, and the warm breath brushing across his ears, all of which made his face burn for no reason.

Qiyan closed her eyes, and took the initiative to turn on the shower next to her. White water vapor rose and filled the not spacious bathroom, blurring the redness on Qiyan's face.

"You let me go, I'll take it off myself."

Anyway, if you can't escape, it's better to be calm, so as not to be seen by Fu Ci.

Fu Ci looked at Qi Yan with his back to him, and slowly took off his clothes.

The pair of painting hands were soaked in water, glowing with lustrous water, with a clear texture like jade. At this time, he was holding the bottom of his white T and lifted it up a little bit. His waist was slender and flexible. When he slightly arched his body, he made a beautiful arc.

Fu Ci knew that Qi Yan's body was very soft, and when he lowered his waist in high school, he was never better than Qi Yan.

Seeing the hands on the waist of his trousers, Ke Qiyan seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head, and his eyes were light: "Have you seen enough?"

"No." Fu Ci said frankly, "I want to continue watching."

Fu Ci's tone actually made Qi Yan get stuck. Is this the confidence of a straight man?

In the end, the two couldn't stand, Fu Ci couldn't bear to let Qi Yan wear wet clothes all the time, or turned around reluctantly, and couldn't help asking: "Qi Yan, are you avoiding me?"

Before, always used the excuse that wanted to paint to avoid him, but now deliberately don't reply to his news, and even avoid him when we take a shower together.

"In high school, we used to wash each other's hands."

Qi Yan listened to the depression in Fu Ci's tone, and pursed her lips, "That was before, now that we are all grown up, it is always different."

"Okay, come take a shower."

The bathroom was filled with white mist, so it wouldn't be so embarrassing as long as you didn't look specifically.

Qi Yan deliberately walked a few steps away from Fuci before applying the shower gel to himself.

But Fu Ci quickly leaned over, and with his long hands, he passed over him, stretched out his arms to take the shower gel next to him, and when Qi Yan saw what he was holding, he subconsciously reminded: "This is mine, and yours is next to you. The bottle."

"Who said I'd use my own?" Fu Ci's laughing voice came from behind, "I like the smell on your body, it smells so good."

Before Prayers could stop him, Fu Ci had already used it on his own.

The smell of lemon gradually spread out, and when Qi Yan saw Fu Ci seemed to be getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but want to walk forward, but the ground was too slippery, and he lost his mind. He tilted his body and was hugged by someone. A full.

There was no obstacle between the two young bodies, and the straightforward feeling made Qi Yan froze.

"I'll give you a hug?" Fu Ci looked at the man whose ears were all red in his arms. He put a little force on the man's waist, wrapped the man in his arms, and lowered his head closer, "Why are you still shy?"

"Hot water smoked." Qi Yan immediately stood away from Fuci, and subconsciously rubbed his ears with his hands, but he forgot that the foam in his hand was now all on his ears.

"Don't move." Fu Ci stopped laughing at him, "Turn your head over a little, and I'll rinse it off for you."

Qi Yan also knew that it was not so convenient for him to deal with it like this, so he pursed his lips and slowly moved to Fu Ci's side, but still at a safe distance.

Fu Ci didn't say anything, he took down the shower head and adjusted the water volume to carefully flush out the foam in Qi Yan's ears.

At this time, he could only see Qi Yan's profile, with clean and soft lines, his fair skin was stained with a light pink due to the hot water rinse, and his long eyelashes were stained with water droplets. The movements of the ears, blinking uneasily.