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Fu Ci knew that Qi Yansheng was good-looking, but in this situation, he only felt that the person in front of him seemed too beautiful, even if he did nothing, he could easily deceive people.
Qi Yan noticed that Fu Ci's movements suddenly stopped, and looked at him suspiciously.
His eyes were wet, his light-colored lips were reddish from the heat, and the end of his eyes lifted slightly, as if asking him why he stopped.
Fu Ci quickly restrained his mind, "Okay."
Qi Yan stood up straight, touched his numb ears, and was about to take the shower to wash himself, but Fu Ci raised his hand, "I'm coming."
It should be fine after let Qi Yan get used to it for a long time.
The habit of high school, how can you say that you will lose it.
Pray subconsciously refuses, "No."
Fu Ci noticed Qi Yan's resistance, and looked at Qi Yan's eyes with a rare serious expression, "You said that we have grown up, and some things are always different, but in my opinion, we have never changed. Pass."
It was the difference of majors that made the two of them estranged a lot. Now that they live in the same dormitory, he will no longer let his relationship with Qi Yan continue to be estranged.
In the end, of course, Qi Yan couldn't beat him, so he could only stand there like a piece of wood, letting Fu Ci wash for him. Occasionally, a touch different from the bath ball swept across his back. He knew that it was Fu Ci's fingers, mixed in In the rough bath ball, from top to bottom, slid over every part of him.
Qi Yan only felt that her whole body was hot, which was really annoying.
He suspected that Fu Ci was intentional.
In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, turned slightly sideways, and didn't want Fu Ci to touch him again, but as soon as he moved, someone pressed his shoulder, "Don't move around, it'll be over soon."
He found that Qi Yan was too shy, and now his whole body turned red when he flushed it with water.
Qi Yan felt that the other party was about to pull over his shoulder to wash the front, realized something, and quickly raised his hand to cover Fu Ci's eyes.
Fu Ci didn't hide, and let Qi Yan cover his eyes, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.
How can prayer be so cute?
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Chapter 7
It may be that the two of them dawdled in the bathroom for too long. After taking a shower, Qi Yan sneezed three times in a row.
Fu Ci looked at Qi Yan with the red tip of his nose, got up and closed the window of the dormitory, and then took a coat from Qi Yan's closet, "Put it on, I'll boil some water for you to wash three-nine. "
Prayer seems to show signs of a cold.
"I'll put this on after I've finished painting it." Qi Yan took the coat and put it on the back of the chair, took out the unfinished paintings in class and laid them out. He was just about to start writing, and the coat that was still on the back of the chair fell on him. on the body.
"I know you think its long sleeves will affect your painting." Fu Ci said while raising the arm of the prayer, dressing the person, and even buttoning the button, "But you can't only be alone in this weather. Wear short sleeves, and I'll help you roll up your sleeves so you won't feel uncomfortable."
Although it was a negotiating tone, it was obvious that the action of Fuci could not be refused, and it was up to him to pray.
The sleeves on both sides were neatly rolled up, neither loose nor too tight, which was indeed much more comfortable than before.
Qi Yan moved his arms and was a little surprised. He didn't expect Fuci, who looked so carefree, to be able to do such meticulous work.
Looking at his expression, Fu Ci raised his eyebrows proudly, "Do you think I'm very good? I've studied it specially."
When paint, donโt like to wear a coat. Sometimes only wear a short sleeve in winter, and sit for hours at a time, so can only turn on the heating in the room, but donโt pay attention to hands, and often wash hands. Without any protection, the room is still dry. Last year, had frostbite on hands several times.
At that time, Qiyan didn't live with him. He could only find the best frostbite cream for people and stared at Qiyan, but now it's different.
"You draw first, and then drink the medicine later."
Liu Liu watched the two of them get tired and crooked, and said with a smile: "Brother Ci, I'm also in the rain, give me a dip!"
He always felt that Fu Ci was particularly good at talking today. After he came out of the bathroom, he kept smiling all over his face. It must be no problem to bring him a cup of Sanjiu, right?
But in the next moment, his hopes were dashed.
Fu Ci, who was boiling water by the side, didn't give him a single look, "No hands?"
Liu Liu snorted aggrievedly, "Brother Ci, you are so cruel, can our strong roommate be worth a cup of three-nine? After all, I paid by mistake..."
He pretended to wipe away his tears, then turned on his phone to prepare for a game of King to ease the grief in his heart.
Song Yang next to him listened to the familiar timi voice and said with a smile: "Six sons, why do you like to join in the fun so much? People are painting, how about you? Are you busy playing games?"
"Besides, don't you really like getting in the rain? Last time someone took advantage of the heavy rain to go to the playground for a run. On the way back to the dormitory, he didn't even hold an umbrella." Song Yang put his forehead and thought for a while, " When we asked you why you were crazy, what did you say?"
At this time, Fu Ci boiled the water, held the cup, and answered for the man, "He said that getting in the rain is a man's mood."
As soon as these words came out, Qi Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the pencils under her hands moved.
Liu Liu is too funny.
Song Yang laughed even more recklessly. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the outside, "Six sons, it's raining a lot now, do you want to go? I'll take a picture for you and post it on the Internet, you'll definitely be popular!"
Liu Liuwen said that he wanted to block Song Yang's mouth with the smelly socks next to him, "It's been a long time ago, can't you forget it?"