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Chapter 24

One second before the resignation, he was still immersed in the joy of praying for him to hold him, and the next second he froze.

Homophobia reasons...

Fu Ci thought of something, his face suddenly sank, and the hand around Qi Yan's waist didn't consciously tighten.

He could feel the earnest tone of the prayer, and the gaze that quietly fell on his face, obviously waiting for his answer.

But those disgusting things, he didn't want Qi Yan to know at all, and he didn't want to find excuses to deceive Qi Yan, so he pursed his lips and chose silence.

Qi Yan was not surprised by his reaction, but asked again, "Don't want to tell me? Is it because of me?"

When Fu Ci heard the words, he just pulled him into his arms, leaned his side face against his neck, and rubbed slightly, showing care and cherishing in his movements, but with silent protection.

"Well." Fu Ci did not deny it.

Praying breathed a sigh of relief.

At least not born homophobic...

But the reason for being homophobic because of him is too hard to guess, he has no idea at all.

Qi Yan even doubted for a moment whether Fu Ci knew about his sexuality, but quickly denied himself. If Fu Ci knew, it was impossible to have such an attitude towards him.

He felt that Fu Ci was holding him tighter and tighter, and his legs were still entangled, so he couldn't help kicking his calf with his foot, "Let go."

Since Fu Ci didn't speak, he had no reason to hold him in vain.

Just as Qi Yan was about to lift the quilt back to his own bed, his ankle was caught off guard, and he went down and wrapped his entire foot in the palm of his hand.

Fu Ci's palm was against the back of his foot, and the heat was clearly and directly transmitted to his cool skin. On this quiet winter day, it was extraordinarily hot, making the unprepared prayer heart skip a beat.

Fu Ci also pinched at his ankle, motioning him not to move, "Why are your feet so cold?"

I filled a hot water bottle, my hands were warm, but my feet were still cold.

"It's okay." Qi Yan tried to pull out his feet.

No one has ever touched his feet, cold and hot, the thin calluses on Fu Ci's fingertips rubbing against his sensitive ankles, causing waves of weak electric currents, so that he couldn't help but lower his voice, for fear of being attacked. Hear something different.

Fu Ci sensed Qi Yan's retreat, and threateningly scratched the soles of his feet with his index finger, "Scratch you again, I'll keep you warm."

The itchiness on the soles of his feet made Qi Yan unconsciously soften his body. He was most afraid of itchiness. He could endure it when he was making a little trouble, but if Fu Ci really scratched the soles of his feet on purpose, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

So, he could only hold back the shame in his heart and let Fu Ji warm his feet with his eyes closed.

Fu Ji warmed one of them, and didn't forget to put the other on his calf. In order to make Qi Yan warmer, he lifted his loose trousers up so that Qi Yan could directly touch it. his skin.

Qi Yan could feel his feet shiver as soon as he put them on Fuci, obviously being caught by ice.

But in the next second, Fu Ci handed his calf forward again, trying his best to pass his body temperature to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan could feel that his feet, which had no sense at all, recovered a little bit of heat, but he only felt more and more irritable, because Fu Ci not only held his feet, but also gave him a massage on the soles of his feet, saying that it could relax the muscles and activate the muscles. .

But Qi Yan only felt uncomfortable. Although this itch was within his tolerance range, and Fu Ci did not have any ambiguous/ambiguous actions, he was still a little bit unbearable.

Obviously, he had managed to persuade himself to stay away from Fu Ci a few days ago. At least when he saw the other party, he couldn't show any strange behavior again, but Fu Ci could play new tricks every time, and it was hard to prevent.

Qi Yan tried his best to keep his breathing normal, and when he finally got his feet warm, he was let go. He immediately retracted and tried to escape from Fu Ci's bed, but he was immediately supported on the back of his head, and the soft flesh on the back of his neck was still there. It was squeezed lightly.

"Qiyan, your breathing is so hot." Fu Ci's voice had a low smile, and then he took Qiyan's hand and put it on his neck, "I suspected that you were blowing on me on purpose just now. , take revenge on me."

The two were very close, and Qi Yan's breath was caught between his neck and the quilt. It was stuffy for a long time, and he felt in a trance that the smell of Qi Yan enveloped him.

But that's not enough, he wants to return to his former closeness with Qi Yan.

Fu Ci embraced Qi Yan's waist, and calmly took the belt into his arms, his voice low and coaxing: "Why don't you go back, let's sleep together? I'll hold you."

Qi Yan was originally a little dizzy, but when I heard the word [hug], I woke up like a dream, stepped back, and said viciously: "Dream!"

Not only did he not answer the question, but he also sprouted old ways, quietly took advantage of him, and thought a lot.

He quickly indented his quilt, and put the four corners under his body, forming a ball, leaving only Fu Ci's back.

Arrogant and hateful straight man!

The next day, Fu Ci woke up very early. As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked to the side subconsciously.

Qi Yan didn't know when he changed his posture and turned into sleeping with his face facing him, breathing lightly, with a few strands of messy hair naughty sticking to his cheeks, which complemented his fair face, and matched with this picture. The defenseless sleeping face is cute and cute, without the indifference of the day.

This kind of prayer made Fu Ci's heart soften. He couldn't help it. He gently brushed the hair on Qi Yan's face with his hand, then leaned over and pressed his forehead. He opened his lips slightly and said with a silent smile. : "Pray, good morning."

After he packed up, he told his grandmother and went out to buy breakfast.

On the way here yesterday, he saw that there was a breakfast shop, so he just went to buy it, so as not to worry about the breakfast for the three of them.