Chapter 33

The narrow single bed seemed to have been hit by the pause button, both of them fell silent, and Fu Ci didn't dare to move. Get back a little distance.

Qi Yan felt Fu Ci's retreat, and she didn't understand a bit.

Reacting to him, Fu Ci can feel embarrassed, or he can confidently tell him that it is a normal physiological phenomenon that the two are rubbing each other like this, and they can continue to hug and hug him openly.

But neither of them, Fuci retreated for the first time.

Like, for fear that he knew he was reacting.

Qi Yan turned around and faced Fu Ci. In the darkness, he accurately grabbed Fu Ci's hands and took the initiative to put him on his waist, "Why don't you hug me?"

Fu Ci could feel Qi Yan's gaze falling on his face, even though he couldn't see anything clearly, the gaze still forced him to stagger his eyes, lowered his head, and after a long while he replied: "Pray, I..."

But as soon as he spoke, it seemed a little hard to say, "You let me slow down."

He shouldn't be like this, how could he be like this, and he has gradually become the type of person he hates and disgusts the most.

Fu Ci wanted to force himself to calm down, but the next moment of praying made him collapse.

Qiyan's hand stretched into his trousers waist, and the slightly cold touch made him tense up. All the feelings were concentrated in Qiyan's hand, but the other party just held it empty and didn't do anything.

"Slow this down?" Prayer's tone was steady, and her cold voice was out of tune with what she was doing.

"Fuci, you have responded to me."

The simple statement made Fu Ci miserable. He couldn't help but squeeze the person into his arms, burying his head on Qiyan's neck, but he didn't dare to make any outrageous actions, "Qiyan, don't hate me, don't. hate me……"

The voice carried a humble supplication, as if this matter was a great offense to the supplication, unforgivable.

Qi Yan could hear the unease in Fuci's tone, as well as the deep self-loathing, and he didn't even dare to hug him too tightly. It was completely two extremes from the previous intimate and bold appearance.

Did this matter have such a big impact on Fuci?

The palm of his hand was still hot to the touch, but Fu Ci kept apologizing in his ear, his voice trembling slightly.

"Fu Ci, I don't understand a bit." Qi Yan said his doubts directly, "Is this kind of thing bad?"

Or is it that you just advertised yourself as a straight man before Fu Ci, and you feel unacceptable when you encounter this kind of thing?

"Very bad." Fu Ci didn't hesitate, "Also, this is not the first time."

The last time Qiyan was drunk, he was the same. At that time, he also took a cold shower and forced himself to calm down, but now, he was directly discovered by Qiyan. , it became more and more obvious.

The moment Qi Yan touched him, his mind was empty, and a strange impulse emerged from his body. After reacting, Fu Ci wanted to slap him directly and wake him up.

Qi Yan could feel the annoyance in Fu Ci's tone, and he could also guess when the last time was when Fu Ci had a faint impression of the cold water vapor on his body after taking a bath.

While thinking about it, Qi Yan's fingers pinched unconsciously, while Fu Ci gritted his teeth and breathed heavier than one breath, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to do anything. He thought that Qi Yan was punishing him. .

After I prayed, I realized that I subconsciously let go of my hand, "It's not..."

He was also a little embarrassed. He really didn't mean to take advantage of Fu Ci. Before, he just didn't want Fu Ci to escape, but now he has set people on fire.

As soon as he let go, Fu Ci stepped back, "It's okay."

The two words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, low and dumb, with hot air in his breath, and it rushed straight to his neck.

Qi Yan paused, Fu Ci didn't seem to be okay.

But the easier Fu Ci is provoked by him, the more abnormal it is, "Fu Ci, do you hate this feeling?"

Shouldn't this be pleasurable?

Fu Ci didn't expect him to ask such a question, he paused, and said in a low voice, "I don't hate it..."

"However, I can't let it go, otherwise, I will become the kind of person I hate the most."

He doesn't want to mean/prostitute prayers, which is different from those gangsters who watched gay movies and talked about prayers in high school, and even, because of his understanding of prayers, he can think deeper.

Qiyan's waist is very soft, and can be easily folded into a beautiful shape. The two waist pockets are even more attractive. The skin is fair, and the hand can leave a mark with a little force, but it will shake when touched...

"Don't ask..." Fu Ci couldn't help it, and took a heavy bite on Qiyan's neck, like venting, "Qiyan, I don't want that."

He only felt disgusting, but he couldn't restrain himself, but Prayers kept bringing him up there, so that he had to face his own psychology, this feeling was too bad.

Qi Yan felt the pain in the neck, but did not stop it.

He seemed to know something.

Fu Ci does not necessarily mean that he has no feelings for himself, he does not dare.

He felt that as long as he was tempted, he would become the homosexual he hated the most, coveting and praying.

Qi Yan didn't stimulate Fu Ci any more, and lightly rubbed Fu Ci's hair, still listening to Song Yang and Liu Liu's low and excited game sound, maybe their fierce national essence was very unpleasant, and Fu Ci was also calm. He came down, slowly hugged back to pray, and said nothing in silence.

Fu Ci felt that there was something different between him and Qi Yan. There was a layer of paper in the middle that he touched. As long as he went further, he could see the whole picture of the other party.

But he didn't have time to think about it, he just hoped that he wouldn't hate him because of this.

"Fuci, I don't hate you." Qi Yan seemed to see through what he was thinking, "But I have one last question, do you still think you are a straight man?"