I can't stay in the same space with Fu Ci anymore at night, it's really easy to get into trouble.

Qi Yan admonished herself like this, but the next morning, she snuggled into each other's arms greedily, getting more and more sleepy, and even fell asleep like this.

Fu Ci felt the more steady breathing of the person in his arms, the corners of his mouth were raised, he rubbed his face against Qi Yan's soft hair, and slept with the person in his arms.

Two hours later, Qi Yan felt itchy on his face, as if someone was scratching him with his fingers.

He lowered his head subconsciously, buried his face in the quilt, and rubbed his face in satisfaction until he pressed his face against a warm chest, like a coquettish kitten.

Fu Ci's pajamas were rubbed away, and when he felt the soft cheeks of the person in his arms, his heart was a mess, and he couldn't help but hug him tighter.

"Still sleepy? Do you want to continue sleeping? I won't go today."

It was rare for him to see Qi Yan's confused appearance, and he really couldn't bear to wake people up abruptly.

But after he asked the question, he felt that the steady breathing of the person in his arms was broken, and the chain on his waist gradually loosened, obviously waking up.

"What time is it?" Qi Yan raised his head from his arms, rubbed his eyes, and was about to find his mobile phone, but he touched the corner of the bed, but there was nothing.

Until there was a sullen laughter next to him, a faint tremor came from his chest, and he was pulled into his arms again.

"Well, it seems that I haven't woken up yet, so continue to sleep."

After Fu Ci finished speaking, he pulled the quilt up to cover the person in his arms, and it seemed that he was really ready to let him fall asleep.

Only then did Qi Yan realize that he was not in his bed now. He was attacked in the morning when he was about to wake someone up, and he slept in Fuci until now.

He squinted, looked up at the balcony, noticed the bright sunlight outside, completely awake, sat up from Fu Ci's arms and widened his eyes, "Have I slept?"

Look at the sun, at least ten o'clock!

He immediately dragged the person out of bed to wash his face, and when he was washing his face by the sink, Qi Yan looked at the leisurely speech next to him, and couldn't help complaining, "You did it on purpose!"

Obviously, this man woke up when he called Fu Ci in the morning, and he slept for another two hours.

It's noon now, and always feel a little rude.

Fu Ci smiled and patted the small tuft of hair on top of his head, "Don't worry, I told them last night to have lunch together at noon. After a long weekend, they might want to sleep in too?"

No matter how weak the relationship between him and his parents is, he will not let Qi Yan miss the appointment with the elders.

Qi Yan was reluctantly persuaded by Fuci's words, but the movements of his subordinates couldn't help but be much faster.

When changing clothes, he looked at the dark coats in the wardrobe, and his outstretched hand stopped in the air.

Because of painting, he always chooses his clothes according to the color that is resistant to dirt, and has never considered whether it will look good or not after wearing it.

But now, looking at these lifeless and rigid clothes, he doubted his previous choice for the first time.

Do Fu Ci's parents think he's boring when he wears it like this? Just like his parents, he occasionally complains that he always wears those outfits, and he doesn't look like a young man at all.

Going around in circles, Qi Yan's eyes fell on the two cute sweaters that Fu Ci had chosen for him...

Fu Ci was pretending to be praying to tell him the eggs he brought home. In a blink of an eye, he saw what the prayer was wearing, and his eyes lit up.

Qi Yan was wearing a warm yellow loose sweater with a pair of jeans underneath. She was very student-like. At this time, she frowned and tidied up the bunny ears on the back of her clothes. good.

Fu Ci was about to say something, but Qi Yan quickly covered his lips with his eyes and hands.

"Shut up!" Qi Yan lowered his voice, his voice was fierce, but his face turned red first.

He didn't notice Fu Ci's bright eyes, and he seemed to see through his purpose at a glance, with a bad smile on his lips.

It's so embarrassing to be looked at like this.

However, this one seems to be really cute, and the elders should all like it.

Fu Ci worked hard to suppress the curvature of his lips and gave his mouth a zipper action.

Qi Yan assured him that he would not make fun of himself, so he looked away uncomfortably, "Are the eggs ready? I'll go to the mall to buy something later."

The first time you see an elder, you can't always be empty-handed.

Fu Ci hurriedly closed the schoolbag and said, "Okay."

"You don't have to buy anything, I ordered it online and sent it back."

After going out, Fu Ci took Qi Yan and prepared to take a taxi home directly, "If you really want to buy something, it will be troublesome to carry it on the road."

He felt that he was too witty, and he did not forget to show Qi Yan what he bought.

Qi Yan glanced, and the corners of his mouth twitched—

Melatonin, six walnuts...

He really wanted to knock on Fuci's head to see what was inside, so he needed to make up his mind?

In the end, Qi Yan insisted on buying a set of skin care products and a can of tea.

Fu Ci's home was in a high-end residential area in the city center of A. After entering the elevator, Qi Yan was inevitably nervous.

He kept telling himself in his heart that it was just to accompany Fu Ci to go home to repair the relationship with his parents, and he didn't need to think about other things.

After all, it is impossible for him and Fu Ci to come out directly in front of their parents, and now they can only be ordinary friends.

Fu Ci didn't notice Qi Yan's anxiety, and pinched his wrist, "It's okay, I'm here."

Qi Yan took a deep breath, and followed Fu Ci into the door.

But he really didn't expect the development after that.

He sat on the sofa with Fu Ci, opposite Fu Ci's parents, Fu Ci's father in a suit and leather shoes, and his mother in a long dress, dignified and elegant.

Qiyan looked at the two formally dressed, and just wanted to tuck his rabbit ears into the seam of the ground.

Moreover, why do the two elders on the opposite look more nervous than him? In just ten minutes, Fu Ci's father had drank three cups of tea, and after a brief self-introduction, no one even spoke.