If it rains now, it will be fine. He is drenched, and Qi Yan will definitely feel distressed.

He was thinking in a trance, suddenly there was a pair of familiar sneakers in front of him, and a faint voice came, "Didn't I let you go back?"

Fu Ci raised his head and was about to say pitifully that he didn't have a key, but when he saw the slightly damp hair on Qi Yan's cheeks, he immediately panicked, "Did you wash your face? What cold water did you use?"

He doesn't believe in prayer and will find hot water specifically.

Fu Ci touched Qi Yan's face with his hand, and sure enough, the tentacles were cold, "You still have a cold, do you know?"

He tried hard to warm Qi Yan's face with his hands, and Qi Yan also cooperated uncharacteristically, obediently letting him move.

Qi Yan felt the heat on his face, and thought that his heart would be very complicated, but no, maybe the warning to him before had an effect, and he found that he could also calmly accept Fu Ci's kindness to him.

Anyway, not bad.

Fu Ci waited until the blood on Qi Yan's face recovered, and then put down his hand, "Okay, are your hands cold?"

Hearing the words, Qi Yan raised his hand and put it in front of Fu Ci, the meaning is self-evident.

Fu Ci sneered, "Finally know it's cold?"

He put Qiyan's hand in his palm, rubbed it lightly, thought about it, and said, "Qiyan, I may have gone too far, they are your friends after all, I shouldn't treat them because of their sexuality. So disgusting."

It's his business not to like homosexuality, he has no position to blame others.

Qi Yan curled his fingertips, and then was pinched by Fu Ci, "If I see them in the future, I will try my best to hold back, don't be angry."

Hearing his slightly flattering tone, Qi Yan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a straight man like Fu Ci would reflect on this step for him. In fact, when he saw Fu Ci at the door of the studio, he once thought that the other party would They won't rush over and take him away directly.

But there was no resignation, and he waited for him to say goodbye before leaving with him.

Fu Ci did not cause any substantial harm to others.

Only he heard those extreme remarks.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan stared at the entangled hands of the two, and suddenly asked, "How did you judge that they were lovers?"

Fu Ci was taken aback, as if he did not expect Qi Yan to ask this question, he thought for a moment, and said, "I saw them hugging each other, and one of them touched the other's waist."

That state, no matter how you look at it, is not right.

Isn't this obvious to see?

Qi Yan listened to Fu Ci's determined tone, and knew that he really thought so, and the basis was no problem, but it could be put on Fu Ci, who was always doing something to him...

"Fu Ci, I'm a little dizzy."

The voice of prayer was lowered for a while, and his body tilted as if he couldn't support it.

The next moment, he was hugged into a familiar embrace, Fu Ci hugged his waist, and his voice was a little anxious: "Low blood sugar? I'll take you to the school hospital!"

But Qiyan grabbed the hem of his clothes, "If you don't go, just let me lean on for a while."

It's been a while since school was over. The art department was far from the cafeteria and the dormitory. There was almost no one at the door. The sign beside them blocked most of their movements, and no one would notice what they were doing.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan rested his head on Fu Ci's shoulder, and his hand was directly on his waist. Fu Ci felt it, and hugged the person even tighter, and even distressed Qi Yan's cold hand along the jacket. The hem was tucked in, "It's warmer here."

Qiyan didn't know why she went to the art department, she was cold all over.

Fu Ci wore only a thin short sleeve inside, and through the clothes, he could feel Fu Ci Jin's thin waistline, swept in with a slightly hot heat.

Qi Yan blinked, his hand gently squeezed along the waistline, and his index finger lifted a corner restlessly and slipped in.

Without the obstruction of the fabric, the touch underneath was warm and real, and the index finger seemed to have its own thoughts, and pressed down in a mysterious way—

Full and powerful, even if you can't see it, Qi Yan can still feel the unspeakable sexiness.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to take advantage of Fuci, and it feels good to have the initiative.

He looked up at Fu Ci, wanting to see how this "straight man" would react.

Now, they not only hugged, but he directly touched Fu Ci's waist. With the previous conversation, Fu Ci would soon find out the difference, right?

Praying can't tell what kind of mentality he is.

But one thing is certain, he is looking forward to the moment when Fu Ci finds out the truth.

Fu Ci didn't feel the small movement on his waist, looked at Qi Yan peeking at him with a white face, and said helplessly: "Why are you dizzy and groping?"

After he finished speaking, he imitated Qi Yan and squeezed on his waist, but he did not do anything else because his hands were too cold to pray.

Seeing that Fu Ci's face was as usual, Qi Yan obviously acquiesced to his actions, pursed his lips, and without giving up, put all his hands in, palms against each other, and he could even feel the arc of the bottom undulating with his breathing.

Sure enough, Fu Ci reacted immediately, he hissed and looked at Qi Yan in surprise, "You..."

Qi Yan's hand on Fu Ci's waist stiffened uncontrollably, but in the next instant, Fu Ci gritted his teeth and said, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Is he not hot?

Before Qi Yan could react, Fu Ji moved the hand he had slipped in to the side, "Put it here, it will be warmer."

The skin under the hand shrank back due to the sudden cold condition, but in the next moment, the owner took the initiative to greet him, and the ups and downs of the hand became more obvious.

Qi Yan felt the clear arc of the barriers, but only felt that his hands were stiffer than before.

Fu Ci put his hand on his abs! No one uses abs to warm their hands!

He couldn't tell who was teasing who.

After holding on for a few seconds, Qi Yan couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his hand back, and rubbed his trouser leg in disgust, "Are you annoying? I'm sweating!"