But before he could think clearly, someone wrapped his head in a towel.

Fu Ci put the newly bought towel on Qi Yan's hair and rubbed it, and changed the subject: "Don't talk about this, the rain outside won't stop for a while, it's too long to go back to school by car, let's find one nearby. A hotel to make do with one day? Anyway, there will be no class tomorrow and Sunday."

Qi Yan's face was a little red from the rubbing of the towel, but I didn't notice it at all, and replied solemnly: "Okay, I just finished today's painting, and then try the work for the evaluation."

While it's still clear now, he should be able to come up with a prototype.

Fu Ci saw that he was wearing a cream-yellow sweater, the tip of his nose and face were flushed with light red, and his beautiful eyes were drenched with light water vapor from the rain. He was obviously not good-looking, but he was still thinking about painting in an old-fashioned way. , This sense of disobedience made Fu Ci unable to bear it any longer. He lowered his head and leaned his face on his shoulder, smiling non-stop, "Qiyan, why are you so cute?"

Qi Yan looked at Fu Ci and smiled and couldn't stand up straight, a little stunned, "What's cute?"

Aren't they talking about staying in hotels and painting? How did Fu Ci's thinking jump so fast?

Before he could think clearly, Fu Ci tried his best to stop laughing and rubbed his half-dry hair, "It's nothing, let's check out first, and then find a nearby hotel to stay for one night."

"I did a search just now. There is a hotel very close to the previous lake. You should be able to see it by opening the window."

After he finished speaking, he took a few clothes from the hanger and went to the front desk. He prayed and took a closer look. It was in the same series as the sweater he was wearing. He had ears on the back of his hat. For some reason, he subconsciously touched the ear of his sweater.

How does he feel that Fu Ci likes to see him wearing this kind of clothes?

While he was in a trance, Fu Ci had already paid the money.

He glanced at the three sweaters of the same style in his bag and couldn't help frowning, "Why are you buying so many?"

This one is enough, and it's all his size, so he can't wear it.

"I bought it if it looks good." Fu Ci said vaguely, "Let's go, go to the hotel."

The saleswoman next to her gave a sweet smile, "Sir, welcome next time."

Qi Yan was taken to the hotel where he stayed in this way and went through the formalities. He actually wanted to ask Fu Ci why he didn't choose two rooms, but the two young boys approaching him stopped him.

The two of them looked good. The one in front walked quickly and looked indifferent, while the one in the back was chasing after him. He seemed to be coaxing someone. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his neck with his fingertips.

His heart sank, and he immediately turned to look at Fuci next to him.

As expected, Fu Ci's expression changed, and he stared at them for a moment, and the movement of entering the elevator stopped.

The two were going to check out, and Fu Ci didn't leave, so they frowned and watched them talk to the front desk.

When they wanted to leave, Qi Yan realized that Fu Ci wanted to chase after him.

Qi Yan's heart froze, he immediately grabbed his hand, and half forcibly pulled Fu Ci into the elevator.

After the elevator closed, he frowned and glanced at Fu Ji, "What are you going to do? It's their freedom to fall in love. Even if you don't like it, don't show it in public."

Fu Ci was stunned for a while, a little helpless, "No, you misunderstood, I'm not going to tell them."

He doesn't like homosexuality, but he's not a person who doesn't pay attention to occasions. The affairs of strangers have nothing to do with him.

"Didn't you see the Band-Aid covering one of them's neck?" Fu Ci lowered his voice, "There are many marks that are not covered, so I suspect that one of them has violent tendencies."

This matter can be big or small, and he wants to know if the person is threatened, and he may be able to provide some help.

But just as he was about to lift his leg, Qi Yan pulled him in.

Qi Yan looked at Fu Ci's solemn expression, but didn't react for a while, "Tendency to violence?"

He thought about it carefully, and the boy in front did indeed have a lot of Band-Aids on his neck. The positions were messy and irregular, and the edges were still red. In that way, it was a bit like...

Hickey?

Qi Yan realized something, her face was inexplicably agitated, she couldn't help but glared at Fu Ci, "Don't meddle in your own business!"

Fu Ci was a little aggrieved by being murdered. Until the two of them took a bath and changed their clothes, Fu Ci was reluctant to talk to him. Instead, he sat alone on the hanging chair on the balcony, holding the pillow and pulling his head. The misty rain curtain looked especially pitiful.

Qi Yan knew that Fu Ci wanted him to coax him like this, but he couldn't let Fu Ci ignore it. He pursed his lips and walked over, "I didn't want to kill you, but it wasn't really violent."

It's all about the love between couples. If he really lets Fu Ci pass by, he won't know if it's more embarrassing or disgusting when he finds out the facts.

Sometimes Fu Ci doesn't look like a straight man at all, and sometimes it's not straight.

But after he finished speaking, Fu Ci just looked up at him, and after a while, he turned his head away and said nothing.

Qi Yan sighed and patted his shoulder, "Give me a seat."

This hanging chair is spacious enough to sit two people without a problem.

But Fu Ci didn't give up the seat next to him, but moved back, the meaning is obvious, if you want to sit together, just sit in his arms.

Qi Yan Jingjing confronted him for a long time, but still lost, hugged him, anyway, there is no one else here, and it is not the first time.

As soon as he sat on the hanging chair, Fu Ci skillfully wrapped around his waist and rubbed his neck.

The shower gel in the hotel is a very common mint smell, because it is mixed with essence, it looks a bit cheap. When taking a bath, Fuci thought it smelled bad at all, but now it is mixed with the smell of prayers, which is surprisingly comfortable. .

It was the warm yellow sweater that Qi Yan was wearing. This posture made the two ears in the back a little crooked by him, which was pitiful.

Fu Ci thought for a while, raised his hand to put on the hat for Qiyan, his fluffy ears stood up, and with the helpless expression of Qiyan, he was extraordinarily pleasing, so he couldn't help pinching it.