Qi Yan was playing with his mobile phone, but Fu Ci, who was next to him, stared straight at him.

At this time, the steadiness that Fu Ci pretended to be in front of his grandmother had long since disappeared, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of pride, as if he was waiting for prayers to praise him.

Qi Yan turned his head and glanced at him, ignored it, and continued to play with his phone.

Even if he got it cheap, he was good, don't think he didn't see how many snacks his grandmother stuffed into his pocket.

Seeing Qiyan staring at the phone, Fu Ci gritted his teeth secretly, "The phone looks better than me?"

After he finished speaking, he took away Qiyan's mobile phone and pressed it under the pillow while no one was paying attention, and squeezed Qiyan's soft face, "You haven't commented on how my dishes are doing today!"

Grandmother was full of praise for his cooking skills, so she just prayed, like the ancients who did not eat or sleep, quietly listened to him chatting with her grandmother, only occasionally echoing a sentence or two.

Qi Yan was pinched by him and couldn't maintain the expression on his face. He wanted to pull his hand away, but he was caught by the opportunity. ."

The green vegetables were all freshly picked by my grandmother from the vegetable garden, and they tasted fresh and refreshing.

But Fuci was not satisfied with the answer, and scratched Qiyan's waist like punishment, "That's all?"

Qi Yan was a little itchy, and she wanted to hide back, but someone grabbed her waist.

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll reach in and scratch?"

Fu Ci used his index finger to pry open the hem of Qi Yan's clothes and stretched in a little.

When warmed feet yesterday, found that Qi Yan seemed to be particularly ticklish.

Qi Yan was so frightened by the feeling in his waist that he didn't dare to move for a moment. He knew that Fu Ci might really just want to scratch him, but he didn't think so.

This part of the waist is too private and sensitive, not to mention that it is still stretched in...

In addition, all the movements of Fu Ci were hidden under the quilt, and the upper body of the two was still neat, which gave Qi Yan a different kind of illusion—

Like, Fu Ci deliberately teased him behind his back.

Qi Yan was ashamed by his own thoughts and quickly said, "The food is delicious."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Fuci would not believe it, and added, "Especially that hot and sour cabbage, I have finished eating it."

Fu Ci thought about it carefully, and the plate of cabbage in front of Qi Yan was indeed empty. He immediately hooked his lips with satisfaction and was about to withdraw his hand.

Qi Yan felt the strength of the relaxation in his waist and took a breath, but in the next second, Fu Ji lifted the hem of his clothes directly.

"By the way, I'll check your waist, doesn't it hurt a lot when you flip/wall during the day?"

But just as Fu Ci was about to pull the quilt down again to take a look, the quilt was suddenly pulled up by Qi Yan, "I've already been healed!"

I don't know if it was a guilty conscience or something else, but the voice of prayer was a little loud, and he looked at Fu Ci with a vigilant look, guarding against his next move.

If he had known, he should not have relented and agreed to let Fu Ci stay in the bed with him briefly before going to bed.

Surely something will happen.

Fu Ci was a little confused, "What are you doing so fiercely? I'll just take a look."

"And, didn't you promise me during the day?"

Qi Yan remembered the things he had vaguely dealt with during the day, and regretted it so much that he wanted to bite his tongue off.

"Didn't you perfunctory me at the time? Do you think I'll forget it at night?" Fu Ci looked at Qi Yan sadly.

Qi Yan subconsciously retorted, "I didn't."

"Then show it to me." Fu Ci refused to forgive.

Both of them put their hands on the edge of the quilt, neither of them willing to relax.

In the end, I still prayed to compromise, "Show it to you."

With the temperament of Fuci, he will definitely not give up until he achieves his goal, and besides, it is true that he has something to say.

However, he felt that he was still a little unable to accept what was about to happen.

After he knew that Fu Ci was homophobic to protect him, his resistance to people did ease a lot, but after all, not long ago, he made up his mind to stay away from Fu Ci, and his mentality did not adjust so quickly. Facing Fu Ci's intimacy, he Still a little uncomfortable.

What's more, he still took the initiative to show his waist...

Qi Yan struggled mentally for a long time, and chose to lie on his stomach, burying his face on the pillow, unable to see the peace of mind, "Then you are not allowed to do anything else after reading it. Quickly help me pull my clothes off, otherwise it will be cold."

Fu Ci was a little helpless, "Of course I'm just watching, you're still guarding me!"

But when the clothes were lifted and Qi Yan's waist was completely exposed in front of him, he was stunned.

Qi Yan's waist is much thinner than his, with no extra muscles, smooth lines, fair and well-proportioned skin, under the cold white light, it becomes more delicate and moist, like a piece of fine suet jade, clear and beautiful.

Further down, there are two small waist pockets on the side of the waist, which sink into a small arc, giving people an indescribable taste.

Fu Ci couldn't help thinking, no wonder he could wrap around Qi Yan's waist with one hand every time, it was soft and thin, he could easily hold people into his arms, and Qi Yan couldn't escape no matter how hard he struggled, so he could only let him bully him.

He originally wanted to force himself to look away, but inadvertently saw a few faint red marks on the back of Qiyan's waist, which were extremely dazzling on the white and tender skin, and there was a kind of broken beauty.

It even gives people the urge to leave deeper marks on it.

Fu Ci knew that it was his finger print, which was confiscated during the day and printed on it.

Didn't expect it to take so long.

As if enchanted, he stretched out his hand and printed it on the mark, and it really fit perfectly.

The skin underneath was soft and delicate, and as soon as he exerted force, his fingers would sink into the skin. The overly good touch made Fu Ci subconsciously hold it even tighter, until he pulled the person directly into his arms.

"Pray." Fu Ci called to him, his voice a little hoarse for some reason.

Qi Yan didn't expect that Fu Ci would act directly. He buried his face in the pillow, but he could feel Fu Ci's gaze falling directly on his waist, as if it was scorching hot, making him uncomfortable. stand up.

Just as he was about to ask Fu Ci if he had finished reading it, someone grabbed his waist.