Qi Yan put the phone off and put it away, obediently nestled in Fu Ci's arms, "Well, don't play anymore."

The two held each other quietly, and no one spoke for a while.

If it wasn't for Qi Yan to feel the unsteady breathing in the neck, he would have thought that the other party had fallen asleep.

Qi Yan thought for a while, held Qi Yan's hand on his waist, and patted the back of his hand, as if to comfort him.

This action made the person behind him hug him tightly, his face buried deep in his neck, his skin was close to each other, and the unobstructed intimacy made Fu Ci seem to have found some outlet, and the tight string suddenly loosened. .

"They never took care of me."

Fu Ci's tone was very light, as if he was talking to himself, "Even when I beat people so hard in high school, they just came back and lost some money and left."

He didn't even scold him.

"They give me a lot of pocket money every month, and I can't spend it all." Fu Ci smiled to himself, "But they don't ask me what I need, they just give me money."

On the contrary, Qiyan's parents will send him messages and call him regularly. When it's cold, don't be greedy when it's hot. Every time you send something to Qiyan, he will bring him a copy, which makes him realize To the care and love from the elders.

Fu Ci didn't expect anything, but occasionally their phone calls still made him look forward to it, but they were often silent, and the strangers didn't seem like a family.

This time he talked a lot, but he asked him to take care of a distant relative who wanted to come to A to play.

Fu Ci closed his eyes, he actually didn't want to say this to Qi Yan, but he felt the soft body in his arms, and he said it unconsciously.

He wanted to say it, but before he could speak, he felt that the person in his arms turned over, faced him, raised his hand and patted his back lightly, and said softly: "Actually, not all parents express their love. ."

He didn't know the specific situation between Fu Ci and his parents, but he still wanted to believe that Fu Ci was loved.

Qi Yan is like coaxing a child, coaxing while patting: "After all, excellent children are always likable."

He felt that no one would dislike giving speeches.

Fu Ci was amused by his serious tone, and the haze in his heart dissipated a lot. He raised his hand and rubbed Qi Yan's head fiercely, "Excellent ass, it's not that you don't know how much I messed up before."

"Don't mix." Qi Yan retorted him solemnly, "Didn't you find out? Even in high school, you have many friends."

Fu Ci laughed for a while, "That doesn't count, they all skipped classes and fought in groups."

Halfway through, he remembered something, "No, what do you mean, did you think I was likable back then?"

Qi Yan suddenly started talking about this for some reason. He really didn't understand Fu Ci's brain circuit.

He pursed his lips and didn't answer for a while.

Fu Ci noticed his silence, and pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck like a threat, "Speak."

The back of Qi Yan's neck has always been a particularly sensitive place. It was touched by someone neither lightly nor severely, and he subconsciously wanted to hide, but he just nestled deeper into Fu Ci's arms.

Fu Ci hugged him even more graciously, and the two young bodies were attached to each other almost without any gap.

Even so, Qi Yan was still reluctant to admit it.

Shame.

But the next second, he felt that Fu Ci suddenly lowered his head and approached, his warm breath brushed against his ear, causing a burst of itchiness, and then, the earlobe was bitten and lightly rubbed.

"If you don't say anything, I'll kiss you."

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Chapter 44

The sensitive earlobes were bitten gently like a threat, and Qi Yan could feel the sharp teeth of the words, which were a little numb, but more numb, accompanied by warm and humid breathing, itching to the heart.

Qi Yan unconsciously pinched Fu Ci's neckline and called him, "Fu Ci."

Originally, I wanted to warn people to let go, but when I made a sound, my voice trembled for some reason.

Qi Yan heard Fu Ci laugh lowly, the chest was accompanied by a faint vibration, and the earlobe was also scratched by someone with his teeth, as if he was teasing a pet.

"Come on, do you think I'm likable." Fu Ci's tone was ambiguous, "Otherwise, I'm not biting here."

The one-touch kiss on the playground hooked him all night.

Qi Yan listened to Fuci Rogue's words and couldn't help but wanted to bend his knees and kick him away, but as soon as he lifted his leg, he was understood.

Fu Ci pressed him, got up, trapped him between the bed and himself, and said, "Why are you disobedient?"

In this posture, Qi Yan was completely suppressed. He put his hand in front of him, trying to push the person down, but no matter how hard he tried, Fu Ji still remained motionless, but the single bed was on his side. There was a shaky creaking sound as he struggled, and he himself was sweating from exhaustion.

Qi Yan lowered his hand as if he had lost his strength, and Fu Ci went down as a matter of course, pressing directly on him, leaving no space for him, and buried his head on his neck, and kissed him lightly on his collarbone.

Gradually, Qi Yan felt that the kiss there had changed, and Fu Ci followed the shape of his collarbone and traced it with his lips, mixed with nibbling.

"Fuci, are you a dog?" Qi Yan sighed with his head sideways, his voice much hoarer than just now.