Since Hu Yao sent him a cute emoji package, Fu Ci seems to be addicted to it, collecting emoticons everywhere, most of which are small animals, cats and dogs, kissing, hugging, holding high, etc. Countless.

Fu Ci's inexplicable desire to win or lose is always reflected in various places, which is very strange.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Fu Ci sent another kitten-eyed emoji, pitiful.

[Prayer: Why don't you sleep? 】

[Fu Ci: I miss you. 】

The news of Fu Ci made Qi Yan stunned for a while. The two of them were washing up together a few minutes ago, and Fu Ci secretly hugged him for a while.

A few minutes ago, after turning off the lights in the dormitory, he was about to go to bed. As soon as he stepped on a ladder, he was hugged from behind by someone. He was so frightened that he stepped on the air, lost his balance and slumped, but he was entering the bed. In the arms of resignation.

The other party hugged him directly and brought him close to his ear, with an undisguised smile in his tone: "Why are you still throwing your arms around?"

After speaking, still rubbed on Qiyan's face. Just after taking a shower, Qiyan's body was fragrant and soft, smelling good and comfortable.

Fu Ci held the prayer behind him, and the two were close to each other because of the gravity falling backwards.

And because he took off his shoes, his feet fell in the air, and he stepped on Fu Ci's feet. Fu Ci didn't feel that he was heavy, and he even corrected his posture with his legs to make him step more firmly.

When the legs touch, the posture is more ambiguous/ambiguous.

Fortunately, Liu Liu and Song Yang were both below, and they heard what Fu Ci said, interrupting them, "Brother Ci, you are enough, can you let us sleep well and don't want to eat dog food."

They have long been used to Fu Ci's stickiness to prayer, and since it was dark, they couldn't see what the two were doing.

The roommate's words made Qi Yan wake up suddenly, he patted the hand that was afraid of Fu Ci's waist, "Release."

He didn't intend to let his roommates know the status quo of him and Fu Ci. Even if he wanted to confess, he had to wait for the relationship between the two to stabilize.

Therefore, Fu Ci could only watch Qi Yan get into the bed and pull the curtains tightly.

Thinking of this, Fu Ci couldn't help holding the quilt in his arms tightly, trying to simulate the feeling of the softness of Prayers in his arms before, but the quilt was just a dead thing, cold and cold, and there was no good smell on Prayers' body. can't satisfy him.

Fu Ci stared at the phone, trying to comfort the pain of lovesickness by chatting.

But after waiting for a long time, Qi Yan ignored him.

He was about to send a few messages to bomb, but he felt a little movement on the other side of the bed, as if praying to sit up and come towards him.

What did Fu Ci think of, with a look of disbelief, Qi Yan would not come to him, would he? Could it be possible for him to sleep with prayers in his arms tonight?

The "trial period" treatment is also very good! ! !

He held his breath, but Qi Yan only reached the junction of the two bed curtains and stopped, as if he fell asleep again.

Fu Ci was stupid, and subconsciously wanted to lift the curtain of the bed to ask questions, but the phone vibrated at this moment.

[Prayer: Come here. 】

Due to habit, the two of them slept foot-to-foot before, but now, Qi Yan directly slept with his head on the side close to Fuci.

Of course, Fu Ci wouldn't let his feet face Qi Yan's head, he went over immediately, just put the quilt on and lay down, only to hear a small rubbing sound from under the bed curtain beside his ear.

Qi Yan lifted a corner and stuck out half of his hand. His fingers were slender and slender, and he gently scratched the edge of the quilt covering him, like a secret sign.

Fu Ci paused, tentatively stretched out his hand, and held Qi Yan's fingers.

Qi Yan's movements stopped immediately, and his fingertips hooked his palm, as if to comfort him.

"Idiot, sleep."

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Chapter 40

The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was a little brighter, and the phone that Qiyan placed beside the bed began to vibrate.

This is his alarm clock. He has eight in the morning this morning, but the computer department doesn't have one.

He turned off the alarm clock with his left hand, lowered his head, buried his face in the bed, and slowly stayed in bed for five minutes.

After he stretched his hand out last night, Fuci was like a toy, and he couldn't let go. It took him a long time to get used to this feeling, and he fell asleep in the dark. Now he wakes up, he still feels sleepy, not at all. Don't want to leave the warm bed.

He struggled for a few seconds, but resigned himself to getting up. Just when he got up, he found that something was pressing his right hand. Qi Yan's eyes widened slightly. Did Fu Ci lead him all night?

No wonder he always felt restrained in a dream yesterday, and he wanted to move but couldn't move. He opened the curtain of the bed and found that Fu Ji put his hand directly under his face as a pillow. Feeling his movement, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he moved him again. He grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly against his face, rubbing it slightly, with his messy hair sleeping, he looked more like a coquettish dog.

Qi Yan looked at Fu Ci's defenseless sleeping face, tapped his finger on the tip of his nose, and said softly, "Release, I'm going to class."

He didn't move all night, his entire arm was stiff.

But Fuci didn't seem to hear what he said, not only did he not let it go, but he hugged him even tighter, and even had the intention of pulling him over.