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Fu Ci left without saying a word.
Qi Yan leaned against the wall as if he had lost his strength, lowered his head, and let go of his hand, only to find that the sheets were pulled too hard by him, wrinkling them into a ball.
He almost wanted to talk it out
He and Hu Yao are only in the relationship of the draft. If Fu Ci minds, he can delete the person after submitting the draft.
In that way, Fu Ci would definitely continue to hug him with a smile, urging him to finish painting.
But he didn't want that.
Qi Yan let out a breath, lowered his eyes, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to the position where Fu Ci had just sat. There was still the other person's temperature, familiar and warm, but it was inevitably cold, and he couldn't keep it.
Liu Liu was playing on the forum below, and suddenly saw Fu Ci jumping off Qiyan's bed, he snorted, "Brother Ci, why did you run to Qiyan's bed?"
What more he wanted to say, he was caught off guard and looked at Fu Ci with a black face, swallowed the rest of the words, looked at Song Yang next to him, and closed his mouth wisely.
The bedroom door was slammed into the sky, and Fu Ci put on a coat and went out.
He ran six laps in a row on the school's large playground until he could no longer lift his legs, then stopped and lay on his back on the playground lawn.
His chest rose and fell violently, and the amount of exercise made his body unable to handle it. He had done plank support for a long time today, and now he has run a few laps, and his legs hurt badly.
But only in this way can he ignore the dull pain in his heart.
"not enough."
"I've made it very clear."
Qi Yan's indifferent words were still in his ears, causing Fu Ci to clench his fists and slammed into the lawn beside him.
Why did it become like this?
He really didn't expect that Qi Yan would sneer at him for a person who had only seen two sides, and even had the stance of breaking up with him if he made trouble again.
Fu Ci put his hands on his eyes, suppressing the anger and sadness in his heart, and the darkness in front of him made him more calm.
He began to seriously reflect on whether his behavior was inappropriate.
Normally, Qi Yan would not be so heartless towards him. Even though Qi Yan was cold on the surface, he was the most soft-hearted. This time his attitude was so firm, he must have done something wrong.
After thinking about it, Fu Ci came to a conclusion that his possessiveness seemed to be too strong.
Does praying feel uncomfortable?
But if Fu Ci had another choice, he would still rush downstairs to prevent Qi Yan from further communication with Hu Yao.
In fact, there was one thing he had never said to Qiyan. Ever since he knew that there was a gay couple beside him, he felt inexplicably uneasy. He attributed this uneasiness to the fear that Qiyan would be damaged by others, and that he was also afraid of Qiyan. Because of those two, he alienated himself.
After all, everyone knows that he hates homosexuality.
At the door of the studio at that time, he really wanted to rush in and bring Qiyan out, and even wanted him to break up with the two, but he just took a step, but when he saw the relaxed smile on Qiyan's face It stopped abruptly.
He also felt his own terrible possessiveness in hindsight. At that moment, there was only one thought in his mindββ
Prayer is his, and he does not allow anyone to approach it.
After regaining his senses, Fu Ci felt unbelievable, how could he think so?
When he finally recovered from this incident, Qi Yan added Hu Yao's friend, and painted the other party under his own eyes.
So, he couldn't wait to circle the prayer, and also wanted it to give him a reassurance, but he failed.
Thinking of this, Fu Ci was inexplicably a little aggrieved, and Qi Yan didn't care about him at all.
However, he could not ignore the prayer.
When the lights were about to go out at night, Qi Yan lay on the bed, quietly looking at the patterns on the bed curtain above.
In a trance, there was a sound of a door opening at the door of the bedroom. After Fu Ci whispered a few words to Liu Liu and Song Yang, the sound of water in the bathroom sounded, and soon, there was the sound of someone stepping on a ladder to go to bed.
It was time to turn off the lights, and the dormitory was plunged into darkness.
Qi Yan blinked, curled up sideways, and put the quilt over his head to keep him warmer.
But the next moment, he seemed to hear the familiar sound of the bed curtain being pulled open, and the sound was a little hazy across the quilt.
Qi Yan's body froze, thinking that he was hallucinating, but soon, his quilt was lifted by a corner, a touch of warm body was pasted from behind, and the quilt covering his head was pulled down.
"Why are you covering up so tightly? Isn't it boring?"
Fu Ci's lowered voice came from behind him.
However, it seemed to be different from usual, this time Fu Ci leaned closer, his face pressed tightly to his neck.
The skin of the two touched, and Fu Ci's body temperature was lower than usual, and it was also carrying cold water vapor, like taking a cold shower. In order to feel his temperature, he rubbed his neck with nostalgia, and his hands were on his waist. Shang squeezed gently, as if he was tickling the kitten, and at the same time acting like a coquette to him.
He couldn't understand such a speech.
"Aren't you angry?" Qi Yan said softly.
He thought Fuci would ignore him for a long time.
Hearing that, Fu Ci hugged him even tighter, found Qi Yan's hand in the dark, and clasped it, "I won't be angry with you."
"If you're angry and you don't coax me, I won't give others a chance..."
He had already figured it out for a long time. If Qiyan really thinks that he can't match that Hu Yao, it must be that he is not good enough for Qiyan. As long as he works hard, there will be only him in Qiyan's eyes.
Fu Ci squeezed Qiyan's fingertips and gently massaged the joints, "I didn't stop you from painting Hu Yao, I read the announcement of the Department of Fine Arts, didn't you have an evaluation recently? I'm just afraid of you too tired."