Song Yang shook his head without hesitation, looked at Liu Liu's expression of shame and anger, and said solemnly: "Of course not, this kind of black material must be remembered for a lifetime."

Otherwise, I'm sorry for Liu Liu's loving performance that day.

Liu Liu groaned and stopped playing the game, so he rushed in front of Song Yang with the smelly socks to get back to the game.

"Grass, Liuzi, you still use biochemical weapons!"

The two quarreled.

Fu Ci also soaked Sanjiu and walked to Qi Yan, "Drink this before painting."

Qi Yan held the cup and warmed his hands, and turned his head to look at Liu Liu who was trying to throw his socks on Song Yang, but he could only shout blindly with his hat pulled, and there was some envy in his eyes.

Liu Liu and Song Yang have a really good relationship, and they can play together without any qualms.

But he can't do it himself. He always avoids Fu Ci's closeness to him subconsciously, and his reaction is not so natural at all.

Before he could take his eyes back, someone straightened his face, "What's so beautiful?"

Fu Ci looked unhappy, "It's better to look at me more if you look at them."

He has soaked Sanjiu for people, doesn't he even express his prayers?

Still there to peek at other people.

Qi Yan didn't expect that such a speech could be jealous, so he couldn't help laughing, the sourness in his heart was also diluted a lot, and he bent his eyes, "Xing Xing Xing, just look at you, by the way, thank Brother Ci for giving me the only one. Cold medicine."

There was a soft arc at the end of Qi Yan's eyes, and his shadow was reflected in his beautiful eyes, as if to express that he was really only looking at him.

Fu Ci fell into those smiling eyes, and couldn't help thinking, how could Qi Yan be so good.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed Qi Yan's hair, "Brother Ci, don't yell after them."

In the face of prayer, he is always just giving words.

Rao took the cold medicine in time, but Qi Yan still fell ill.

That night, Qi Yan began to cough and spoke in a nasal voice.

He rubbed his nose, packed up his paintings, and prepared to wash his hands.

As soon as he turned on the faucet, Xieli suddenly stretched out his hands and closed it. Fu Ji held a washbasin and pressed his hand in, "Don't wash with cold water directly, use hot water to bubble first."

Qi Yan has been painting for so long, and the temperature is also low today, so my hands are probably stiff.

Coupled with the cold, he didn't want to let Qi Yan touch the cold water.

The temperature of the hot water was suitable, and the whole hands were soaked in it, making Qi Yan squinted comfortably, he moved his fingers, and Fu Ci carefully washed the lead dust on his fingers.

"Every time, it's everywhere." After Fu Ci finished speaking, he looked at Qiyan's elbow, and sure enough, it was there. He dipped his hand with water and wiped it. After making sure it was clean, he raised his eyes and looked at Qiyan's face, " Why did you get it on your face?"

Fu Ci lowered his head helplessly, and rubbed his fingertips against the tip of his nose stained with lead dust.

Fu Ci's hands were very hot from the hot water, and when they touched it, it was not uncomfortable. It was also wet, mixed with the breath when he got close, and threw himself on his face.

Qi Yan couldn't help but tilt his head to avoid, "Itching."

The cold made his voice nasal, less cold than before, and when he lowered his voice, it seemed soft and waxy, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

The corners of Fu Ci's lips twitched, pinching his chin, "Avoid me again? It was clearly agreed in the bathroom."

When thought of something, felt the heat on face rise.

At that time, even if he covered Fu Ci's eyes, the reaction was clearly seen, and what was even worse was that Fu Ci wanted to help him.

He finally escaped, but the other party took this as a threat, saying that he would not be allowed to sneak away from him again, or he would not be released from the bathroom.

In that case, Qi Yan could only nod his head.

Fu Ci saw Qi Yan's fair face slowly stained with a thin red, and rubbed his fingertips, "Remember?"

Qi Yan felt the soft flesh on his face being rubbed and pinched, and couldn't help kicking him, warning: "Let go, I will wash myself."

He will not be really threatened by Fuci, otherwise this person will go to heaven.

Fu Ci hissed, but let go of the shackles of Qi Yan, and rubbed his calf aggrievedly, "You are really cruel."

Qi Yan glared at Fu Ci who leaned over and ignored him.

He didn't use much force at all.

After cleaning up, Fu Ci handed him the hand cream that he had prepared a long time ago, the meaning is self-evident.

Qi Yan did not refuse, and carefully smeared hand cream on his hands.

The other two people in the dormitory who were in the double row saw that they finally came back from the washbasin, and couldn't help but tease: "How can it take so long to wash your hands? If you don't know, you think what the two of you are doing!"

Fu Ci was leaning against the table of Qi Yan at this time, with his legs cocked up at will, while supervising Qi Yan and applying hand cream, he replied: "Oh, you all know this? So remember to avoid it next time, don't disturb the two of us. Good thing."

Liu Liu didn't expect Fu Ci to be so shameless, "Brother Ci, can you restrain yourself? We are all worried that you will spoil your prayers like this."

He had to watch over everything, it was distressing, he dared to guarantee that his future girlfriend would not be as thoughtful as him.

Fu Ci laughed and scolded: "You know shit."

On the surface, Qi Yan doesn't seem to be stable, but many things are based on mood. For a period of time, the class was busy, and the meals were not eaten on time. In the end, almost got a stomach problem, which caused stomach to be bad so far.

In addition, his health was poor since he was a child, and he fell ill every three days.

Just like now, Qi Yan seems to be carefully and meticulously applied, but many key areas are not evenly applied at all. He really can't stand it anymore, and he takes the hand cream and says, "I'll do it."

He grabbed Qi Yan's fingertips, bent it slightly, and smeared the hand cream inch by inch, "It's mainly the joints, and the palm side. No matter how many times I say it, I don't listen."

Qi Yan lowered his eyes, and while listening to Fu Ci complaining, he kept making up the places he had overlooked, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.