After every fight, Pei Xing could see Yue Chen's figure, and he couldn't shake it off. Once, the opponent tried to help him block an oncoming iron rod.

Pei Xing yelled angrily, "Are you a fool!"

He was used to this kind of scene for a long time, and he was very resistant to fighting, but how could Yuechen, a three-good student, stand up to this.

Yue Chen looked at the man who was scolding and disinfecting his bruised arm with alcohol, and said softly, "Don't fight in the future, it hurts."

Pei Xing responded irritably and casually, thinking, really squeamish.

But this squeamish Yue Chen brought down all those gangsters when he was almost beaten.

He still had that faint expression on his face, but it was mixed with the smell of blood.

In the same deep alley, Pei Xing, who has always been arrogant, was pressed against the wall, his hands and feet were tightly bound, and he couldn't move.

Yue Chen looked at the injury on Pei Xing's face, his eyes were as black as ink, "I remember I said, no more fights."

Pei Xing pursed his lips twice and closed his eyes angrily, "Got it..."

So when will the hand on his waist loosen!

Chapter 21

It was still windy and rainy outside the balcony, and the pea-sized raindrops hit the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, crackling and making long wet marks.

It was clearly a slightly noisy scene, but Qi Yan seemed to be inaudible, the warm breath of Fu Ci fell on his neck, the other's lips brushed against his skin, it was very light, but let him lost all strength.

The two of them were sitting on the hanging chair, their posture was too close, and his whole body was held in Fu Ci's arms, and his fragile neck was pinched, as if to cut off his escape route, so that he could only passively lean forward. head, but he didn't know that this completely exposed his fragile neck.

Qi Yan closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at Fu Ci, "Let me go first, the strawberry seal is not something that the two of us can try."

Ke Fuci never listened to him, and quickly asked, "Why not?"

In his opinion, there is nothing that he and Qi Yan can't do, not to mention this kind of behavior that obviously increases intimacy.

Qi Yan's hand on his side clenched unconsciously, biting his lip without saying a word.

He really couldn't explain some truths to the big straight man Fu Ci.

Fu Ci felt his silent rejection, what came to his mind, pulled his collar away, and pressed the prayer to his neck, "Are you afraid that I will bite you? Then, you will grow strawberries for me. print."

Fu Ci was wearing a thin sweater with a loose collar, which was easily pulled down a large section, revealing a slender neck, and the skin was glowing with a healthy color. Without the barrier of the clothes, the other party's body temperature was slightly scorching hot. Directly to the face of prayer.

He clearly hadn't touched it yet, but he felt hot.

Qi Yan only felt a little hot on his face and wanted to escape, but the other party pressed the back of his neck slightly, and his face really touched Fu Ci's skin.

...

The hanging chair was used for his violent struggle and began to shake, but Fu Ci hugged him like a rabbit, "What's the matter! I'm not afraid of pain, so you bite hard, it's better to leave a deeper mark, and you can return to school tomorrow. The kind you can see."

Qi Yan didn't hear the expectation in Fu Ci's tone, as if he left traces on Fu Ci, it would be something worth showing off to many people.

"When did I say I was going to bite you!"

Qi Yan's face turned red, and the strawberry seal didn't bite!

Once again, he deeply realized the difference in physical strength between Fu Ci and Fu Ci. The other party could easily resolve all his resisting movements, and still have enough energy to ensure that he would not be injured. He felt that he really seemed like a rabbit, trapped in the The palm can't escape.

And this hanging chair has become his cage, the key is that he jumped in!

From this angle, when Qi Yan raised his eyes, he could see the other person's Adam's apple rolling. With the vibration of the host's chest, it went up and down, showing the other party's rather happy mood.

Qi Yan gritted his teeth, not knowing whether it was out of revenge or something else, he raised his head and leaned closer to the protruding Adam's apple, and took a light bite on it.

Feeling the instant stiffness of the other party's body, he felt as if he had pulled back a city. He was about to say something, but was pressed back again.

Fu Ci pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck, and said encouragingly, "Go ahead, how can there be any sign of this strength."

"But don't bite your Adam's apple, it's hard to leave marks there."

Fu Ci's words were tantamount to provocation, Qi Yan couldn't help it anymore, grabbed his neck, straightened up slightly, and leaned his head up.

Without any skills, like venting anger, Qi Yan even used his teeth.

Anyway, Fu Ci didn't know how to grow strawberry prints.

Fu Ci didn't expect that Qi Yan would attack suddenly, and wanted to tease the other party for being weaker, but the next moment, when he felt the other party's lips, he found that he couldn't say a word.

Qi Yan's lips were a little cold, but very soft, the tip of his tongue was sucking on the skin, it was obviously a little painful, but it made him unable to push it away.

He inserted his right hand into Qiyan's hair, rubbed his scalp unconsciously, and slowly tightened his left hand on the other's waist, pressing him into his arms, he didn't know what he was expressing.

All he knew was that he didn't want Qi Yan to leave.

At first, Qi Yan really just wanted to teach Fu Ci a lesson, but before he knew it, he found himself lying on Fu Ci's body, and the kiss changed.

Both of them were breathing fast.

He pushed Fu Ci's chest and motioned for him to let go. After a while, Fu Ci reacted and let go of him slowly, looking like he was still a little reluctant.

Qi Yan wiped his lips uncomfortably, and when he looked up, he saw the mark on Fu Ci's neck, which was red and purple, and at first glance it was a hickey.

He suddenly regretted it. It was so deep that it would be strange if it could be eliminated tomorrow.

As long as think of the reactions of classmates when they saw the trace, Qiyan's scalp tingles. really played it.

He was still struggling with how to reasonably cover up the trace, but his lips were touched.