Seeing that he was having a good time, Qi Yan didn't stop him. After waiting for a while, he asked, "Aren't you angry anymore?"

When Fu Ci heard the words, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was pressed down, "It's not that I'm angry, it's just that I don't understand."

He felt that as long as Qiyan got involved with homosexuality, his temper was a bit uncontrollable, and he often sneered at him or murdered him. Even if Qiyan didn't express his efforts, he could still faintly feel it.

Prayer also hates homosexuality?

Fu Ci's tangled expression made Qi Yan understand that if he didn't explain this matter clearly, Fu Ci would definitely have been concerned about it all the time, and he might even be thinking wildly.

He organized his language and tried to keep his voice calm, "Fuci, that's not violence, that's a strawberry seal."

Despite his efforts to mentally build himself up, the heat on Qi Yan's face increased after the last three words were spoken.

Strawberry Seal's behavior is too ambiguous, not to mention that Fu Ci kissed his neck before. In this situation, even if Fu Ci didn't want to be crooked, he would unconsciously associate it.

Qi Yan only felt more and more uncomfortable, Fu Ci's face was very close to his neck, and even through the hat, he could vaguely feel the breath and heat of the other party.

This pose is not suitable for discussing this topic.

Qi Yan wanted to jump off the hanging chair, but the hands around his waist subconsciously held him tightly and prevented him from leaving.

The hanging chair swayed because of the movement, making Qi Yan crooked in Fu Ci's arms, his back was close, and the previous rabbit ears were softly pressed down. People are nice and nice.

"What's wrong?" Fu Ci supported Qi Yan's waist, stretched his legs, and stabilized the hanging chair, "Don't move, what if you fall?"

Qi Yan is sitting cross-legged on the hanging chair, and it is not a joke if the center of gravity is unstable.

Qi Yan also knew that he was a little panicked just now, lowered his eyes, and clenched his hands quietly, "I've already explained it to you anyway, don't think about that, that person is not in danger."

Fu Ci did not hesitate, "Are you sure that the strawberry seal is like that?"

He knows this thing, but he has never seen it with his own eyes. Does anyone really plant so many marks on their necks?

Qi Yan could feel that Fu Ci's eyes fell on his neck intentionally or unintentionally, and immediately pulled the hat forward and covered his neck, "Don't try to test it on me!"

Fu Ci raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed. As soon as this thought popped into his mind, it was seen by Qi Yan.

"Pray, to be honest, I still don't know how the strawberry print came out." Fu Ci thought back, "Isn't this called a hickey? How can it be scarier than the pinch mark."

Red with a touch of purple, how painful it is!

Qi Yan glanced at him for a while, and Fu Ci's straight male attributes were exposed at this moment.

"The strawberry seal should not be painful, and it may be somewhat similar to the function of the mark, showing their intimacy."

Otherwise, there would not be so many young couples who like to do this kind of thing.

After praying, found that Fu Ci's eyes suddenly lit up.

"mark?"

If there were traces of him on Qi Yan's body... Just thinking about it, Fu Ci felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He seems to understand why those people put their marks on such a place that people can easily see them, as if to declare to everyone that he is mine.

Qi Yan suddenly felt like a prey being targeted, which made him shrink his neck subconsciously. He didn't want to discuss this issue with Fu Ci. The straight man's curiosity was too strong, and the final direction was too uncontrollable.

He wanted to confuse this matter, and was about to change the subject. Before he could speak, his hat was pulled off, and his tightly covered skin was exposed to the cool air, which caught him off guard.

The rabbit ears that Fu Ci had loved before were pressed mercilessly between the two of them. The other party pinched the back of his neck, leaned over, and gently touched his neck with his lips. His breath was warm and seductive. Coax: "Qiyan, can you teach me how to plant strawberries?"

"I want to try."

Want to make prayer marked with his unique mark.

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The next chapter is in v, and there will be a 4D update. hope the little angels will continue to support duck~

(In addition, it is quietly announced that stealing kisses should appear soon! There is a high probability of the next chapter, and prayers are ready to run away at any time!)

Please ask again for advance receipt, "Students at the same table always want to tease me", the copy is as follows-

Pei Xing is notoriously domineering in No. 3 Middle School, and is a scumbag that no one dares to provoke.

On the other hand, Yuechen is a real scholar, with neat school uniforms and excellent grades.

The two of them don't make water from the well.

But one day, when Pei Xing came to the classroom, he was full of ill-will, and he looked at the front row almost like eating people.

The students in the front row didn't dare to look back, and they all had lingering fears during the discussion. "It is said that he had an appointment with someone again last night. Afterwards, a passerby gave him a curious glance and was dragged into the alley."

Everyone guessed that the man was beaten badly.

On one side, Yue Chen looked at the teeth marks on his hand.

Actually, it's not too bad.

It was just a bite from someone who had lost his strength after a fight.

Pei Xing looked at the straight back in the front row and gritted his teeth.

This kid doesn't really think he's in his class so he won't do it, right?

He was just being exploited last night, and he has a thousand ways to deal with this kind of nerd!

But before he could get angry, Yue Chen took the initiative to find the door.

"Come with me to the infirmary."

Pei Xing squeezed his knuckles and cracked, "Okay! I'll send you there when the fight is over."

"Choose a place, one-on-one or a group fight, it's up to you."

But Yuechen just glanced at him: "The place where you bitten is inflamed, don't you want to be responsible?"

Pei Xing looked at the wound on the opponent's hand that should have healed long ago, but was bleeding slightly:?

After that, he seemed to be stuck.