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Chapter 22

Fuci's lips are just like people's, they are hot but soft, and their lips are beautiful and suitable for kissing.

There is a faint smell of wine in the breath, which is a little intoxicating.

Pray closed his eyes unconsciously.

He could feel that he and Fu Ci's slightly dry lips were gently pressed together, and the breath blended, regardless of each other. It was completely different from the feeling of holding hands and hugging.

But he quickly suppressed it, daring not to make any extra moves, for fear of waking Fu Ci.

Qi Yan quietly opened his eyes and wanted to sit up, but when he looked up, he caught a pair of eyes full of astonishment and shock.

Say goodbye, wake up...

At this moment, Qi Yan felt that his heartbeat, which was still beating just now, suddenly stopped beating, as if someone had poured a layer of cold water over his head, making his hands and feet cold, and instantly awake.

He stole his words and was found out.

In the past, the skin of a good friend was brutally torn open, revealing his mind clearly, praying to come back to his senses, no longer dare to look at Fu Ci's expression, push people away with all his strength, and stumble out. room.

He fled without the guts. He was afraid of seeing the disgust and disgust on Fu Ci's face. As long as he thought about the expression Fu Ci showed him, he couldn't breathe, and even had the illusion that he was on the verge of collapse.

Only now did he realize that he was so timid.

Qi Yan walked on the street like a ghost for a long time, and came to a dim and secluded alley. The street lamp not far away emitted a faint light, projecting his shadow on the ground, a blur.

Qi Yan leaned against the wall for a while, and then slowly slipped to the ground weakly.

He wanted to tug at the corner of his mouth to comfort himself that it was no big deal, this moment would come anyway.

But he tried it, but he couldn't even move the corners of his mouth. The brief glance at Fu Ci seemed to drain all his strength, and his heart was empty.

The cold wind was blowing, and no one could be seen on the street.

The wind in the long dark alley was even more urgent, but Qi Yan could not feel the cold.

He just thought it was funny.

He was so proud. While accepting that Fu Ci was good to him, the boundaries between the two were blurred unconsciously. He also tried to respond to the resignation, and even used an easily revealing kiss to let him and Fu Ci's friendship be in harmony with each other. The worst way to end.

Will it be disgusting to pay the speech?

The more Qi Yan thought about it, the more he felt that his chest was very tight, like a big stone was pressed down, he couldn't open it, he could only feel endless despair.

There is no going back, he thought.

He has lost his resignation.

Qi Yan twitched his lips, took out a lemon candy from his pocket, and slowly put it into his mouth.

Sugar melted, but not sweet at all.

Praying not to give up, removed two more, but the result was the same.

The sugar that was given by the resignation is useless.

He exhaled, and the white fog in front of him slowly dissipated. He blinked, forcing Shiran away from his eyes, stood up straight from the ground, took out his mobile phone to change the train ticket, and took a taxi back to school to pack up.

He didn't want to tear his face with Fu Ci in the most embarrassing way, and leaving was the best choice.

hotel.

Fu Ci was sitting on the sofa alone, and some did not respond.

He woke up the moment he prayed to kiss him, but the events in front of him were so shocking that he didn't know what to do.

By the time he recovered, Qi Yan had already run away.

Fu Ci wiped his mouth and chased people subconsciously, but when he got out of the hotel, Qi Yan was no longer there, and no one answered the phone.

His heart was also in a mess, so he returned to the hotel room, and somehow, he still sat on the original sofa.

Pray why kiss him, did you drink too much?

It seems a little strange for two boys to kiss?

Fu Ci pursed his lips unconsciously, and there was a faint feeling of the other party's soft touch on his lips, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He suddenly regretted that he wiped his mouth before, and he felt nothing.

He vaguely knew that the behavior of the two was not right, but Qi Yan was running too fast, and he didn't have time to ask.

Fu Ci made several calls to Qi Yan but no one answered. Instead, he got drunk and fell asleep unconsciously while leaning on the sofa.

The alcohol made Fu Ci sleep until noon the next day, and was finally awakened by the knock on the door.

"Brother Ci, are you awake? It's time to go back. All the prayers have gone home."

Song Yang and Liu Liu woke up and found that Qi Yan said in the dormitory group that he had gone home a little earlier, so they should not worry.

The two thought that Fu Ci left with the people, and when they went to the front desk to ask, there were people living in the other room.

Fuci opened the door to let them in, and after hearing what they said, the sleepiness dissipated instantly—

Pray to go home? His ticket was obviously two days later, and he promised to send it by himself!

When the three returned to the dormitory, Fu Ci found that Qi Yan's desk and bed had been cleaned up, and the people had obviously left.

Song Yang also waved at the two of them, "It just so happened that my mother urged me too hard, I'll go first and call back on my phone."

Liu Liu sent the person downstairs. After returning to the dormitory, he saw Fu Ci staring blankly at his desk in a daze, as if Fu Ci was in this posture before he went out.

"Brother Ci, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Liu stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him doubtfully, "Qiyan left, lost his soul?"

Fu Ci couldn't describe his current mood, he said hoarsely, "Prayer will take away everything that was placed with me."

He and Qiyan’s supplies are often mixed together. Qiyan is used as a tool for art students, so he helps others to share some. There is a small drawer that he specially set aside for Qiyan to put brushes. , but now, all of them are gone.

There were even a few more sweaters and coats in his closet that he had stuffed into Qi Yan, and they were returned intact.

What does it mean to pray?

Fu Ci did not dare to think deeply about what these actions represented.