He put a high-sounding hat on his behavior so that Qi Yan wouldn't find him too unusually possessive.

Qi Yan wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down by Fu Ci, "Don't move, did you secretly paint others while I was away at night? Your hands are so stiff."

His tone was sour, but he still massaged him tirelessly.

Qi Yan pursed his lips, but did not return.

After Fu Ci left, he didn't move the paintbrush. His hands were stiff because he hadn't moved for a long time. In fact, it wasn't just his hands, but his body as well.

Fu Ci also discovered this. He turned the person's head to face him, and held the back of Qi Yan's neck in his hand, and asked him, "Is your neck sore?"

Although it was a question, his hand had already moved.

Qi Yan's tense nerves loosened a little under Fu Ci's gentle movements, and even tilted his head unconsciously, making it easier for Fu Ci to knead.

Fu Ci was delighted by Qiyan's little gesture, pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck, pressed against his forehead, and whispered, "Qiyan, don't be angry, it's my fault."

The voice was vaguely pleasing, and the breathing was much lighter, cautiously.

Qi Yan did not expect that Fu Ci would apologize to him first, although he was arrogant and arrogant than anyone else, he was always willing to bow his head to him.

"I'm not angry." Qi Yan closed his eyes, feeling the breath on his face and the smell of shower gel floating on his body, and sighed, "I didn't give birth to Hu Yao either. For other thoughts, she made an appointment with me, and I only added her."

Let's make it clear, otherwise, this incident will definitely put a thorn in Fu Ci's heart, and he will feel awkward for a long time.

As soon as these words came out, he felt the movement of the person in front of him suddenly stagnate, followed by a voice raised at least an octave: "Really?"

The lights in the dormitory have been turned off, and the dormitory is very quiet. Fu Ci's voice frightened Qi Yan. He directly reached out to cover Fu Ci's mouth and said angrily, "Keep your voice down!"

If Liu Liu and Song Yang heard that Fu Ci was now on his bed, what would it look like!

Fu Ci was gagged, and he didn't even think about taking it down. Instead, he smiled and asked again in a low voice, "Is it really just an appointment?"

Qi Yan didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when he looked up, he met a pair of smiling eyes.

The light was dim, and he could only see the vague outline of Fu Ci, but even if he covered half of his face, the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest, and his eyes were bright, as if full of moonlight.

Are you so happy?

Qi Yan withdrew his gaze uncomfortably, the hand covering Fu Ci's mouth was also extraordinarily hot, and the other person's breath all fell on his palm, which was wet and itchy, as if being kissed.

He put down his hand and said vaguely, "Well, it's just an appointment."

Fu Ci got a positive answer, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The previous grievance and suffocation disappeared. He took Qi Yan's hand and put it in his heart, "Qi Yan, I'm so happy."

The heartbeat in the chest cavity was straightforward and enthusiastic, thumping, thumping, much faster than usual.

Fu Ci didn't know why his heartbeat suddenly became so fast, he only knew that Qi Yan didn't like others.

Pray, it still belongs to him.

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Chapter 12

The next day, the computer department had eight in the morning, and Qiyan had no class in the first class.

When Liu Liu got out of bed, he accidentally bumped into the chair. There was a slightly harsh sound when the legs of the chair rubbed against the ground. As soon as Liu Liu straightened the chair, someone patted the back of his head.

Fu Ci lowered the volume, "Be careful, didn't you notice that Qi Yan is still sleeping?"

Last night, he especially wanted to sleep with Qiyan in his arms, but he was driven back after a long time, so the last time was a little late. Fortunately, Qiyan had no class in the first class in the morning, so he could sleep more.

Fu Ci looked at the stern prayer bed that was covered, his eyebrows that were slightly sharp just now softened, and lightly went to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Liu Liu looked at Song Yang in surprise and made eye contact, "Didn't the two quarrel yesterday?"

When Fu Ci slammed the door and left, he thought the two were going to break up. To be honest, he and Fu Ci had been roommates for almost two years, and he had never seen the other party so angry.

The whole body was terribly cold, and the cold air was swishing outside.

Rao is that Fu Ci was hacked on the court before, and the referee was blind and invisible. Fu Ci just sullenly asked everyone to play well, and pressed the opponent to the ground with his own strength.

How can it be like this now, like a firecracker, it can be detonated with just a little spark.

And that lead was pinched in Qi Yan's hands.

After the lights were turned off last night, he vaguely heard the movement on the bedside of Qiyan, he secretly sweated, and even sent a message to Song Yang that if there was anything wrong, they had to go over in time to fight.

He was really afraid that the two would fight.

But when he finally fell asleep in a daze, there was no other movement there. What's even more magical is that this morning, Fuci was like he was okay, but he was more considerate to Qi Yan.

Song Yang watched Liu Liu wink at him with a curious look of gossip, and shrugged, saying that he didn't know either.

No one can understand the relationship between the two.

When the three of them left the dormitory, Liu Liu dared to take a deep breath. He couldn't hold back any longer, and looked curious: "Brother Ci, did you quarrel with Qi Yan yesterday?"

Fu Ci was sending a message to Qi Yan to remind him to remember to eat breakfast. After the message was successful, he put the phone in his pocket and replied casually, "No."

How can it be called a quarrel? It's just a way to enhance the relationship between good friends.