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Qi Yan listened to his words, her eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly realized something.
Not only did he imagine the future of the two, but also Fu Ci. In Fu Ci's plan, the two were always together and never separated.
The other party has been running towards him with all his strength.
High school entrance exams are, are, and will be in the future.
He pursed his lips twice and asked the last question, "Fuci, won't you get married?"
When he asked the question, his voice trembled a little.
For some reason, Fu Ci felt the powerlessness of praying for a moment. He didn't even think about it, he took the person into his arms again, and asked, "Why do I want to get married?"
"I said, as long as I have you, it's enough, and it never changes."
There was Fuci's powerful heartbeat in Qi Yan's ear, and the other party's hand was still on the back of his head, rubbing his hair soothingly.
He couldn't help closing his eyes, the smell on the tip of his nose was familiar and clean, with a reassuring breath, so he couldn't help raising his hand and hugging him back.
At this moment, he didn't want to think about so many complicated issues. He felt as if he had fallen into the net that Fu Ji had prepared for him again. There was a voice in the deepest part of his heart telling him——
It can be like this, you can always get along with Fu Ci as a good friend.
As long as Fu Ci does not discover his sexual orientation.
Fu Ci looked at Qi Yan without refuting his words, and even hugged him back, with great joy in his chest, he was afraid that he was too obvious, so he turned his back to him, and put the paintbrush in the other's hand, " Okay, let's keep painting!"
After speaking, he still couldn't help rubbing Qiyan's neck, like a big dog who received a reward, wagging his tail to cheer him up.
Qi Yan couldn't help but smile, obviously, he didn't say anything.
He pushed away the big head between his neck, "Stop rubbing, it's itchy."
The soft strands of hair fell on his neck, and it was itchy and numb with the warm breath that brushed from time to time.
He couldn't help rubbing it with his hands. He didn't pay attention, and accidentally scratched himself with his fingernails. He shrank his neck, and before he could say anything, he was grabbed by Fu Ci, "What's wrong?"
Fu Ci lowered his head, and immediately saw a slender red mark on the originally fair neck, which was particularly conspicuous.
He rubbed his fingertips a little distressedly, "Does it hurt! How can you still hurt yourself?"
Qi Yan had nothing to do at all, but when Fuci touched it with his hand, he felt that the pain had changed, and he suddenly turned his head to hide, "Don't rub..."
As soon as the words came out, they were low and dumb.
Qi Yan realized that there was something wrong with his tone, and immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking, but just turned his body to stay away from Fuci.
But Fu Ci was willing to let it go and pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck, "Don't move."
The struggling action made Qi Yan's neck look more slender and smooth, and the clothes on the shoulders were pulled apart, revealing white dazzling skin.
Fu Ci couldn't tell whether he was distressed by the red mark on the prayer, or was hooked by the other party's whispered [don't rub], and when he realized it, he had already lowered his head and kissed it.
The touch under the lips is warm and delicate, which is mesmerizing.
But he knew that Qi Yan would not let him, so he quickly backed away before the other party went into a rage, and dressed Qi Yan seriously, coughed, "Okay, don't act like a spoiled child, and paint well."
Qi Yan widened his eyes, is he acting like a spoiled child? How could Fu Ci have the face to say such things after taking advantage of it?
He wanted to criticize a few words, but Fu Ci has returned to the posture of painting with him before, so he can't be quiet.
Qi Yan's hand holding the paintbrush tightened again and again, resisting the urge to beat someone violently, "Don't kiss me on the neck again, you know! Next time I'll really be angry."
How can a straight man do this...
Fu Ci didn't know if he heard it or not. He put his chin on his shoulder and replied vaguely, "Well..."
Dare next time.
Qi Yan exhaled, forcing himself to calm down and continue painting.
He has to finish tonight's task.
After drawing Hu Yao's manuscript, he will send it to the other party to see if there is anything that needs to be revised.
While waiting, he couldn't help but tilt his head to look at the slightly sunken head on his shoulders, and asked softly, "Sleepy?"
Fu Ci was holding him behind him, maybe the process was too boring, and he fell asleep before he knew it. He wanted to pull the hand on his waist and let him lie down to sleep, but who knew that Fu Ci woke up as soon as he moved away. , and hugged him even tighter, so he could only let him be.
Fu Ci heard the soft voice in his ear, tried to open his eyes, and said vaguely, "I'm not sleepy, have you drawn it?"
At this moment, Qi Yan's WeChat rang, and it was Hu Yao who sent him a message.
[Hu Yao: ah ah ah ah! I pray that you are too amazing! I got all the feeling I wanted! 】
Afterwards, an emoji package with a kiss and hug is also attached.
After Qi Yan was sure that there was no problem, he sent her the original picture.
Hu Yao's appointment was to draw a cartoon head portrait by herself, which was not difficult, and her appeal was clearly expressed, and there was no problem in the drawing process.
He settled the balance with Hu Yao, but found that Fu Ci, who was next to him, had not made a sound. He looked sideways and found that the other party had been staring at his mobile phone, as if he was looking at that emoji?
Fu Ci didn't hide it, and complained: "Just make an appointment, and kiss and hug, don't you see it at all?"
He didn't dare to pray like that!
Qi Yan took a closer look, the emoji were two cute cartoon characters, one of them strangled the other's neck, and excitedly slapped his face several times, and there was a "mua" flying next to him. small print.
It is a very common expression pack to express liking.
In order to express his satisfaction with the completed map, Hu Yao sent him this no problem.
Qi Yan looked at Fu Ci's gloomy appearance, suppressed the curvature of his mouth, and pretended to send a message to Hu Yao, "Then I will ask her to withdraw, and don't send me such emojis in the future."
"Don't." Fu Ci suppressed Qi Yan's hand, he also knew that his jealousy was a bit outrageous, "It's not a big deal."