The two were not far away, but Qi Yan felt like there was a line in the middle, invisibly separating him from Fu Ci.

Feng Ziyu also found the person at the door. After seeing who it was, the smile on his face subsided, he pushed away Cheng Liang's hand on his waist, and whispered, "Someone is coming."

He knew the words, and the other party's distaste for homosexuality was well-known in their circles.

And Qi Yan seems to have a good relationship with this person, and he doesn't need to block people.

Qi Yan looked at the two people who were silent at the same time, put his schoolbag on his shoulder, and greeted them, "It's getting late, I'll go first."

He walked to the door, looked at the expressionless Fuci, and twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to make his expression look more natural, but after a while, the corners of his mouth couldn't bend at all, so he could only lower his head and look at his toes. He whispered, "Let's go."

Fu Ci took a deep look at the people in the studio, took Qi Yan's shoulders, and walked out with people.

Qi Yan was almost dragged out of the building of the Fine Arts Department. His wrist was pinched and painful, but Fu Ci ignored it, as if there were some beasts behind him.

After going out the door, Fu Ci's footsteps slowed down, and his brows were furrowed, "Are there many homosexuals in your major?"

It's been a while since school was over. There weren't many people in the building, but most of them were accompanied. He paid close attention and found several pairs of the same sex that were slightly different.

Qi Yan paused and replied softly, "Yes."

This is also the reason why he didn't want Fu Ci to enter the art department before. He knew that Fu Ci would find out, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person who was holding his wrist just momentarily released his hand and rubbed his arm, as if thinking of something extremely disgusting.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Qi Yan tilted his head and asked him.

"Of course!" Fu Ci replied without hesitation. He had never seen homosexuality in reality before, but now he suddenly came here, and the other party's behavior was so intimate, which really stimulated him.

He even wanted to rush into the studio and pull out the prayer.

"I really don't understand why men can fall in love with men? This is against scientific ethics."

"Simply..." Sick.

The last two words came to his mouth, but were swallowed by Fu Ci. After all, this is Qi Yan's friend.

Even if he didn't finish speaking, Qi Yan understood what he meant. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

What are you hoping for?

Qi Yan stopped, "Fu Ci, I remembered that I have something left in the studio. I will go back to get it, and I will not accompany you back to the dormitory."

Fu Ci hurriedly said, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

He felt that the state of Qi Yan seemed a little strange, which made him inexplicably uneasy.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and hold Qiyan, but Qiyan didn't hide, let him hold it, and bent his lips to adjust the angle, so that the heat of the other party could be more clearly transmitted to his palm, and he covered his cold fingers little by little. hot.

So warm.

Pray and think.

But after a while, he looked up at Fu Ci and shook his head, "No, my friends should still be in the studio, I have something to tell them."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Ci thought of the couple, and got stuck, and even the strength of holding his hand was much looser.

Qi Yan felt it, hooked his lips, and took advantage of the situation to break free of his hand from Fu Ci's palm, turned around, and waved at Fu Ci, "Let's go."

It's time to wake up.

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Chapter 9

The toilet on the first floor of the Art Department is very quiet, only the sound of water can be heard.

Qi Yan lowered his head, poured cold water on his face, and repeated until he was sure that the previous delusions in his heart had been completely washed away.

He looked up and looked at himself in the mirror.

He knew that he had a very good-looking face. The skin became whiter and clearer under the cold water. The broken hair on his forehead was wet with water. , will not fall.

Qi Yan stretched out his hand and wiped the water droplets on his lips at will. Due to the strength, the lips showed a bright red under the pressure, which made the person who should be cold and cold a little more tempting.

Feng Ziyu once said that if Qi Yan is gay, there will be no one who can't be dealt with.

His looks are superb wherever they are placed, but they are just stupid and unwilling to take advantage of them.

Qi Yan tickled the corners of his mouth mockingly. It's not that he didn't use it, but the only person he cared about didn't notice it at all. Even if the two were naked/naked in the bathroom, he was the only one who reacted.

Fu Ci had no interest in him at all.

He put his hand on the sink, his fingertips were cooler than the water-soaked porcelain surface, and muttered to himself, "Prayer, what are you thinking?"

He clearly knew that Fu Ci was a straight man, and he hated homosexuality, but he still indulged in the intimacy of Fu Ci, and even unilaterally regarded it as a love game with Fu Ci, deceiving himself.

He was so moved that even Feng Ziyu could see his state at a glance.

Funny enough.

Qi Yan kept asking himself, cut out his heart, and examined it over and over again.

Be awake, you have to get used to this mode of getting along with Fuci, and don't be tempted anymore...

When he packed up and came out, as soon as he looked up, he saw the speech under the bulletin board.

Fu Ci leaned against the stop sign, lowered his head, and kicked the pebbles beside the tree with his feet, inexplicably dejected.

After Qi Yan left, Fu Ci thought about it all the way, and intuitively told him what was wrong, but he didn't think about the crux for a long time, and he didn't want to go back to the dormitory by himself, so he walked back and waited at the entrance of the art department. Pray out.