The two separated, but the hand they were holding was still not released. Qi Yan carefully checked Fu Ci's left hand.

The broken pieces of the vase were very sharp, and he didn't know if Fu Ci's hand was scratched.

Fu Ci cooperated and spread his hands flat to show, "I'm very careful, it's fine."

Qi Yan nodded, "Don't be so impulsive next time, I thought..."

He said half a sentence, but didn't go on.

In high school, Fu Ci directly sent the three thugs to the hospital. One of them had a broken nose bone. Tonight's scene brought him back to that time. He couldn't stop Fu Ci from being furious. Resign because of what irreversible consequences he has caused.

"I know." Fu Ci rubbed his face with his fingers, knowing that he was worried, and reassuringly said, "I'm not as impulsive as in high school anymore."

He has more ways to let Tang Hao know the price of offending prayers, and there is no need to put himself in.

Fu Ci thought of something, and added in a low voice, "As long as you're not afraid of me."

He admitted that he did not control his temper at that time, but Tang Hao's words and deeds reminded him of some bad memories many years ago, and he stepped directly on his restricted area——

He does not allow anyone to covet prayers, especially the same sex.

He must teach Tang Hao a lesson.

However, he didn't expect that Qi Yan brought people so quickly, and before the scene was cleaned up, Qi Yan saw this bloody scene.

At that moment, he was a little panicked for some reason, not because he was found beating someone, but because he was afraid that Qi Yan was as fearful of him as everyone else, and felt that his methods were too cruel.

But fortunately not, Qi Yan asked him to throw away the fragments of the vase at the first time, and also thoughtfully inspected his wounds, and would let him hug him in order to coax him.

Qi Yan felt the uneasiness of Fu Ci's resignation, and raised his head and said seriously: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

"You conflicted with Tang Hao because of me. To be honest, I should thank you."

He squeezed Fuci's fingertips and curled his lips, "Thank you, Fuci."

Only Fu Ci can give him such a sense of security.

The two returned to the dormitory together, but Song Yang and Liu Liu had not returned.

Fu Ci took out his mobile phone and asked about the situation over there. The two quickly replied, saying that it was nothing serious.

Pray for the stone in my heart to put it down.

Seeing his relieved look, Fu Ci patted his head, "Don't worry, with the two of them here, I can calm down the scene."

Don't look at Liu Liu and Song Yang laughing and laughing at ordinary times, they are still reliable at critical moments.

Qi Yan wanted to ask something else, but was pushed into the bathroom by Fu Ci, "Don't think so much, take a bath and relax first."

So many bad things happened today, take a shower to get rid of bad luck.

When Qi Yan was taking a bath, he could vaguely see the shadow at the door. He knew that Fu Ci was guarding him outside the door. Should he be worried that he would be afraid of such a thing?

He couldn't help laughing, why did Fu Ci always treat him like a child?

That being said, he sped up his bath.

After finishing everything, Qiyan is going to finish Hu Yaoyue's manuscript first. He has already drawn more than half of it, and now only the end is left, and he should be able to submit it tonight.

He said to Fu Ci, then went to bed and closed the curtain.

He likes to draw on the bed and draw the curtains, which makes him feel more comfortable.

But it didn't take long for Fu Ci to roll over and slip into his bed. He saw the drawing on his drawing board at a glance, and said depressedly, "Are you still drawing for her?"

He thought he could spend a while in the two-person world with Qiyan while Liu Liu and Liu didn't come back!

Fu Ci took Qi Yan into his arms, rested his chin on his shoulder, and looked at the portrait in front of him with sour eyes.

Qiyan has been drawing pictures of Hu Yao for several days, and it is annoying to look at it.

"I agreed to listen to me tonight, but you don't give me any time."

Of course, Qiyan knew what he was talking about. Thinking of a bunch of unequal treaties he had promised, he coughed uncomfortably, "I just want to paint it as soon as possible."

He wouldn't admit that he was frightened by Fu Ci's increasingly presumptuous behavior, for fear that he would reveal his faults accidentally.

Painting happens to be a good excuse.

"You also know that I still have a work to be painted in the future. Only after I finish this will I have the heart to think about it."

Seeing that he had said this, Fu Ci had no choice. He just hugged the person tighter, then buried himself in his neck and took a breath, as if charging interest, "Then I'll let you go for the time being."

Qi Yan tried to ignore the breath that was too close to his neck, nodded, and quietly waited for Fu Ci to leave, but the other party didn't move, and instead urged him, "Why don't you paint? Maybe you can give me some time after painting."

"You're not leaving?" Qi Yan turned to look at him, "You hold me like this, how can I draw?"

Fu Ci sat behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed his legs against his legs. He had just taken a shower, his pajamas were thin, and his body temperature blended together, and he felt a little hot after a while.

"Why can't you paint?" Fu Ci asked back, "I didn't get in your way."

Qi Yan had a black line on his face, but Fu Ci seemed to have made up his mind and was unwilling to leave without saying anything.

He gritted his teeth and simply ignored him, calmed down and painted.

Maybe the people around him are very calm, or it may be that the breath of the other party is very familiar, and he entered the state after a while.

Fu Ci hugged the person, and didn't dare to make any extra moves. He just watched Qi Yan paint, but before he knew it, his eyes fell on Qi Yan's face, and he couldn't take it away.

He knows that Qi Yansheng is good-looking, but he has a different kind of charm when he paints seriously.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were dark and dense, her eyes stared at the drawing board intently, and she continued to paint on it, her light-colored lips were pursed lightly, and when it got stuck, she would unconsciously press the pen to her lips, beautiful and full. His lips were sunken, giving him an indescribable feeling.

Fuci ghostly reached out and pressed the lips of the prayer.