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Fu Ci has always been very concerned about his affairs, and over time, he is used to not remembering these things, as if subconsciously know that someone will take care of him.
Liu Liu said that he was spoiled, perhaps another word would be more appropriate, he was spoiled.
A "Defeat" brought back the thoughts of praying, only to hear Liu Liu throw the phone on the table unwillingly, "What the hell, I lose again, I'm going to fall back to Xingyao!"
Song Yang's face was also not good-looking, "This jungler is too pitiful, Brother Ci, are you free? Come and bring us a few!"
Fu Ci just put the hand cream on, but he didn't lift his head, "Don't play, I still have something to do."
Before ten o'clock in the evening, after drinking the medicine, Qi Yan felt a little dizzy, so he went to bed to rest first.
While he was in a daze, he heard that the curtain on the other end of the bed seemed to move. He opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see Fu Ci sneaking in from the end of the bed, and he was familiar with his quilt.
Qi Yan was held in his arms, and he didn't react a bit. Could it be that Fu Ci said something to climb his bed?
Seeing Qiyan, Fu Ci looked at himself with a confused expression, soft and well-behaved, he chuckled, lifted the hair on his forehead, and touched the back of his hand, "Are you confused? I'm afraid you have a fever."
The temperature on the back of the hand was normal, but Fu Ci was still a little worried, "Take the temperature."
Qiyan felt that the clothes on his waist were rolled up, and the fingertips of the other party slipped across the skin on his waist, which made the unsuspecting Qiyan shake and wake up instantly from drowsiness.
He quickly stepped back and put his hand in front of Fu Rei's body, not letting anyone approach him, "What?"
"Didn't you say take the temperature?" Fu Ci took out the mercury thermometer in his hand and shook it with an innocent look on his face.
Qi Yan was a little embarrassed. He just thought that Fu Ci was touching him on purpose.
This man likes to play tricks on him.
He took the thermometer, "I'll do it myself."
Holding the thermometer under his arm, Qi Yan looked up and saw Fu Ci looking at him with a smile, as if he couldn't see enough.
Qi Yan silently complained in the bottom of his heart, then turned around and faced the words with his back.
But the next moment, the person behind him came over, put his arms around his waist, and put something to his mouth just before he resisted.
I prayed and lowered my eyes, and found that it was a lemon candy.
"I know you don't like to drink medicine, don't make a bitter face, eat candy." There wasn't much lemon candy left before, he finally found one, and immediately took it to coax people.
Qi Yan paused, but still opened his mouth to eat the candy.
The soft lips touched Fu Ci's fingertips inadvertently, causing both of them to be stunned.
Qi Yan looked at the hand that was still on his lips, and ducked back as if to escape, but immediately fell into Fu Ci's arms.
Fu Ci took advantage of the situation and buried his head on the side of Qi Yan's neck. There was a faint medicinal smell at the tip of his nose, as well as the sweetness of the lemon candy just now, mixed with the smell of Qi Yan's body, which was indescribably good.
Qi Yan felt the breath on his neck and wanted to hide, but he was taking his temperature and his waist was restrained, so he couldn't move.
"open."
Rao was trying to be as serious as he could, but with something in his mouth and the nasal sound after a cold, it was no deterrent at all.
Fu Ci sneered, "Don't let it go, let me hug you."
After speaking, he had to take a deep breath on Qi Yan's neck.
Qi Yan was suddenly a little annoyed, he is not a cat, what is he sucking!
He wanted to stretch his legs and kick Fuci away, but the other party seemed to have expected it, and raised his leg directly on his leg. This time, Qi Yan completely lost his ability to move and was hugged tightly.
Since he was going to sleep before, he was wearing light and thin clothes, and the clothes on his waist were not pulled properly after the temperature measurement. Half of Fu Ci's palm was directly on his skin, and he even used force to prevent him from running. Ci's knee touched his thigh, and when he moved, Fu Ci pressed him even harder.
Qi Yan had no choice but to passively feel the other person's body temperature spreading little by little along the place where he was attached, and even the slightly hot breath around his neck made him feel dry.
Finally, take out the thermometer, 37.6 ℃.
Fu Ci's expression changed, and he hurriedly let go of his prayer, "You have a fever?!"
Qi Yan rarely held back a belly of swear words, and finally turned into four words gnashing his teeth,
"leave me alone!"
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Chapter 8
Of course, Qi Yan did not have a fever, nor did he have a serious cold, and he stopped coughing after one night.
The next day, he went to the art department for class as usual, and when he got to the studio, he immediately took off the scarf that Fu Ci had put on him, and he took a breath as if alive.
Who started wearing scarves at the end of November? Fu Ci was even more afraid that he would take it off on the way, so he had to send him to the door of the art department before releasing him.
But just as he put the scarf on the seat, the phone rang.
[Fu Ci: Did you take off the scarf? I knew I couldn't control you, but don't take off your coat! 】
Qi Yan's hand that had just unbuttoned the two buttons stood still. Did Fu Ci put a camera on him?
In fact, he was wearing a knitted sweater inside, so it wouldn't be cold even if he took off his coat in this weather.
But somehow, he somehow managed to fasten the two buttons back, and consciously rolled up his sleeves in exactly the same way that Fu Ci helped him.
Qi Yan stared at the neat cuffs for a while, then looked away.
He was just afraid that Fu Ci would nag him again.
[Prayer: I didn't take off. 】
Fu Ci stopped when he was about to make a video call, and was a little surprised, how could Qi Yan be so good?