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    In order to go out to eat a good meal, they specially chose a place far away from the school, booked a room nearby in advance, and planned to watch the night view together after the meal.

    Now, Qi Yan looked at the three people who were almost drunk, sighed, and dragged them back to the room resignedly.

    Fortunately, Song Yang's alcohol intake was good enough to drag Liu Liu, and he only had to take care of him.

    After entering the room, Qi Yan laboriously put the person on the sofa, and wanted to pour someone a glass of water, but as soon as he got up, he was trapped and wanted to go back. He instantly fell back on the sofa and was carried in. arms.

    Fu Ci's breath of alcohol swept across his ears, mixed with the clean and familiar smell on his body, which was inexplicably intoxicating.

    Qi Yan tried to sit up straight, and wanted to open his hands on his waist, "Fu Ci, let go."

    But the people behind not only didn't listen, but tightened their arms, "Don't let go."

    "Pray, don't reject me..."

    The last sentence was almost a whisper, but it was still heard by Qi Yan.

    "Rejection?" Qi Yan repeated subconsciously, reject what?

    Fu Ci wrapped his arms around his waist until Qi Yan's back was tightly against his chest, and the other party was trapped between the sofa and himself.

    Qi Yan was allowed to be held by others, but he turned his face slightly and looked at the person behind him.

    Although he was drunk, Fu Ci still frowned, the corners of his mouth pressed down, and he looked unhappy.

    Qi Yan raised his hand and nodded between his brows, "Fu Ci, I didn't run."

    Don't be unhappy.

    Fu Ci seemed to understand what he said, his brows stretched out, he slowly opened his eyes, and after staring at him for a while, his brows tightened, "Liar."

    He buried his head between Qi Yan's neck and said aggrieved: "Every time I approach you, your first reaction is to refuse and stay away, not to hold hands or hug."

    "It's been a long time since I could only hug once, and I'm not allowed to be seen by others, and I'm not allowed to tell others about the strawberry print."

    Every time Fu Ci said a word, he held his hand tightly, and finally, he said solemnly: "And Yu Kaiji... I hate him, don't play with him."

    Pray that it is enough to have him by your side.

    But he only dared to say these things by drinking alcohol.

    Qi Yan was originally a little soft-hearted, but after listening to his rather domineering tone at the end, he couldn't help but feel amused.

    How can you be so clingy when you're drunk?

    Seeing that he had said so many prayers without answering, Fu Ci was a little annoyed, so he lowered his head and took a bite between Qi Yan's neck.

    "Hey." Qi Yan suddenly pushed him away, not in pain, but frightened.

    If Fu Ci was fooling around in this situation, he really didn't have the strength to stop it.

    But Fu Ci misunderstood what he meant, and lowered his head, "Look, you pushed me away again, I'm obviously not trying hard."

    Of course he was reluctant to bite and pray.

    "Pray, do you hate me?" Fu Ci suddenly asked.

    Qi Yan raised his head and slammed into Fu Ci's dark eyes. There was drunkenness, confusion, and shallow sadness in it.

    "Fuci, I don't hate you," he heard himself say.

    On the contrary, like it very much. like it very much.

    Fu Ci's eyes lit up at once, and he took him into his arms again, "Then, can you give me some response?"

    He wants to know that he is not hot, and that Qi Yan can occasionally get close to him on his own initiative.

    Qi Yan was held by someone and was a little confused for a while.

    Respond to...

    Can he?

    In fact, when Fu Ci approached him again and again, he couldn't help but want to respond.

    When holding hands, he wanted to clasp his fingers generously, and when Fu Ci hugged him, he could reach out and hug Fu Ci without hesitation, and even every time Fu Ci climbed the bed, he was finally driven away with a lonely face. When the time came, he wanted to pull each other's sleeves and tell him that you could stay.

    But every time he had this thought, there was a voice in his heart that stopped him——

    No, you can't do this, it will only ruin your friendship with Fuci.

    So, he didn't want to, he didn't dare.

    After all, there is an unspeakable secret hidden in the deepest part of his heart, the one that can never be expressed in the face of Fu Ci.

    If he takes a wrong step, he may fall into the abyss of doom.

    However, Fu Ci seems to be looking forward to his response...

    The breathing in the ear was shallow and long, and Qi Yan gently pushed the hand on his waist away, but there was no resistance, and Fu Ci seemed to be asleep.

    Qi Yan sat up, looked at the person on the sofa, couldn't help but trace the outline of the other person with his fingers, the plump forehead, the bridge of the nose, the beautiful lips...

    Many people like Fu Ci, he is handsome, handsome, sincere to his friends, strong and enthusiastic, like a luminous body.

    Such an excellent person is willing to guard him and give him his only favor and preferential treatment...

    Perhaps feeling the hand on his face, Fu Ci raised his hand to hold it, and skillfully placed it in his arms, as if to warm him.

    He was still muttering something.

    When I prayed close, I could vaguely hear, "Good...not cold..."

    At this moment, Qi Yan couldn't describe how he felt, only that his heart was filled to the brim with words, and he couldn't hold anything else.

    The man on the sofa was still sound asleep, whispering his name between his lips.

    Pray closed his eyes and thought to himself.

    Just let him indulge this time.

    Once is fine.

    He couldn't bear it any longer, bowed his head, with care and devotion

    Gently kissed Fuci's lips.

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