Feng Ziyu sighed, looked at the scarf surrounded by Fu Ci, and prayed with an uncomfortable expression, patted his shoulder earnestly, and said quietly: "Pray, have you heard a word? "

"Homophobia is a closet."

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Chapter 32 (Two in One)

In winter, it gets dark very early and the weather is cold. Most of the students stay in classrooms or dormitories, and there are few pedestrians on the road.

The street lamp pulled the shadows of Qiyan and Fuci very long. The two were side by side, and the shadows also overlapped and were inseparable.

Qi Yan stared blankly at the shadow on the ground, the words Feng Ziyu said to him kept echoing in his mind.

"Homophobia is a closet."

"The speech may not be as straight as you think."

To be honest, he never thought about this aspect. In his opinion, there is no one around him who is more upright than Fu Ci, and his homophobic nature makes Fu Ci a perfect coat to make his Straight male attributes are more real.

Even Fu Ci thinks it's normal for him to do so many outrageous things, just because they are best friends, isn't this a straight man?

Qi Yan was in a trance as he walked, when his forehead suddenly hit something soft, like the palm of his hand.

He looked up and saw a tall banyan tree in front of him, and Fu Ci's hand was in front of his head, preventing him from hitting the tree directly.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Ci was a little amused, "What did Feng Ziyu tell you? You didn't pay much attention to me along the way."

He could even walk crookedly, he didn't remind him, but Qi Yan actually hit him straight.

"You always say I'm stupid, who is stupid?" Fu Ci couldn't help but flicked his forehead, as if to punish him for not paying attention when walking.

Even so, he still took the hand of prayer, put it in his pocket, and wrapped his hand in his warm palm, "Okay, I'll hold you."

That way you won't hit a tree or get lost.

Qi Yan lowered his eyes and watched as the hands they held were hidden under the coat and scarf. From this angle, even if he put his hand in Fu Ci's pocket, no one would see it.

Fu Ci knew that he didn't want to be so intimate with him in public. Although he would be very unhappy every time he appeared, he still put his concerns first, paid attention to some details, and held hands or hugged on the premise of ensuring the intimacy of the two.

It is really comfortable to get along with Fu Ci.

If it wasn't for him falling in love with Fu Ci, maybe the two of them could really go on like this.

"Fu Ci." Qi Yan called him, looked up, Fu Ci's face became more gentle under the street lamp, looked down at him, his eyes were focused, his eyes were full of him, and his eyes seemed to bring a touch of affection , people unconsciously indulge in this endless vortex, and can't break free.

"Don't be so nice to me."

He will be greedy.

Originally, he just wanted to reverse Fu Ci's views on homosexuality, so that he would not tear himself apart by exposing his sexuality, and at least have a peaceful ending.

But Feng Ziyu's words gave him extravagant hopes. At that moment, in addition to being shocked, he only felt that the deepest secret in his heart was supported, and the huge joy in his chest drowned him instantly.

If Fu Ci wasn't straight, if Fu Ci liked him...

What he thought, the hopeless secret love from beginning to end, can come true?

But the moment the thought came up, he was pressed down hard.

Feng Ziyu just hasn't gotten used to the way he and Fu Ci get along. You know, even if the two take a bath together and hug each other directly, only he will react, and Fu Ci's face will always be unintentional. Lung laughed, and even joked that he could help him.

Even if Fu Ci is really not that straight, he has absolutely no other thoughts about him.

He warned himself not to have delusions again, but Fuci kept pulling him on the other side, giving him various signals and silently telling Qi Yan that he could approach and get close to Fuci, and only he had this kind of treatment. .

In this state, he felt that he really might not be able to hold on, even if Fu Ci was a straight man, he wanted to bend him and make him his own, to do more intimate things...

Fu Ci saw the confusion and struggle in Qi Yan's eyes, the smile on his face subsided, his lips pursed, "What did Feng Ziyu tell you?"

It was fine before, why did Qi Yan suddenly not allow himself to be nice to him.

"It's none of Feng Ziyu's business." Qi Yan heard the hostility in Fuci's tone, put her head on Fuci's shoulder, and said in a very soft voice, "This is not the meaning of rejection, Fuci."

"I just can't give you a response."

Once he responded, the relationship between the two changed completely in his heart.

"You don't need to respond." Fu Ci hugged Qi Yan back, as if relieved, and rubbed his chin against Qi Yan's soft hair, "I said before, I can always take the initiative, you just need to be obedient. Just be with me."

Qi Yan didn't answer, and now Fu Ci may indeed think so, but no one can take the initiative in a lifetime, the passion is over, or Fu Ci is tired, it is a matter of time to give up.

The relationship between the two will not last long.

But there is no need to tell Fu Ci, the other party always has a lot of crooked reasons to convince him.

"Okay, don't think about it." Fu Ci raised his chin and scratched, "Go back! It's cold outside."