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Praying that it was still a dead man who was still trying to pay for the fruit, but at this moment, he shook it again. He looked at the closed door in front of him, and he was a little stunned for a while.
What tools need to put a room specifically? Do you play so big from the beginning? Not only did I not prepare him, but I was not ready ...
When he turned his head and wanted to talk to Fu Ci, he saw that the other party had pushed open the door.
He looked subconsciously, but he was stunned on the spot-
This is a small studio, which is better than the bedroom. He can see that the resignation is divided into a painting area and a rest area. There is a painting rack in the painting area. There are many commonly used tools for painting. Desks and computers, there is also a double sofa.
Qi Yan found that the desk was two, and Fu Ci obviously considered his own space here.
"In the future you paint, I will do my own thing next to myself, and I will definitely not bother you." Fu Ci scratched his head. "Many I checked online, and I also comprehensively considered the structural framework of the school studio. Your heart. "
He squatted down and opened a pile of courier piled up in the bedroom. "There are many I have not started assembly. I wanted to wait for it to be completely packed and tell you. I didn't expect you to find it in advance."
He tapped those wooden boards after saying, "I ordered a small bookshelf, you are convenient for you, but you haven't chosen a good place, see where you put it ..."
It was convenient for the two words to say, and the words suddenly pulled his collar, leaned over and kissed his lips.
Fu Ci was pushed to the wall, praying for his own initiative, and passing himself without hesitation to him.
Fu Ci also noticed it, rubbing his hands gently, and after the end, he kissed the corner of his lips and asked him with a smile: "I like it?"
Pray for the focus, "Um."
After speaking, I was sure again, "I like it very much."
Fu Ci opened a studio for him, which is a scene where every art student yearn for.
And really know him, and the placement of many items considers his usual habits, which is tailor -made for him.
This kind of resignation is really hard to keep him calm.
"Just like it." Fu Ci rubbed his face with the tip of his nose. "Just that I assembled the remaining things, you look at the effect."
After he said he started to study those wood, he didn't forget to tell Qi Yan, "I bought some fruits in the refrigerator, you can wash and eat, and the living room TV can also watch it. You wait for me outside, I will just be fine soon."
He has experienced these things.
But the people next to the people did not go, but moved over the two small stools, "I fight with you."
What you want to say, you can look at the serious look of praying, swallow it, "Okay."
He knew that this was the home of both of them.
After the two finished packing, it has passed for several hours.
Fu Ci sat on the floor, looked at the place where the two were arranged, and laughed: "It looks pretty good."
He was so happy to think about the scene where he was painted here after praying.
Instead of watching the shoulders with him, he didn't look at the studio, but looked at Fu Fu on his head.
The opponent's forehead was almost soaked by sweat, but the corners of his mouth were brightly smiled. A youthful teenager came to face, and his feelings were strong and hot. As before, he made the words unwilling.
Thinking, I really plant it completely on this person.
He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on the cheeks and asked, "Would you like to take a bath?"
Fu Ci nodded quickly, "But I haven't had time to prepare your clothes, so you should wear mine first?"
He's stayed here a few times before, and his clothes are in the room.
Qi Yan's eyes flashed, don't look too far, "Yes."
The sound of water in the bathroom sounded, and Qi Yan went to take a bath first, while Fu Ci wanted to find Qi Yan a more comfortable dress, but before he could find it, he heard Qi Yan calling him in the bathroom, "Fu Ci, come here. a bit."
He thought that Qi Yan had been washed, so he tugged on a wide shirt and said, "Right now."
Approaching the bathroom door, he was just about to pass the clothes in when he heard the bathroom door slam open, and a slender hand stretched out from the inside. His collar pulled him in.
The water in the bathroom was not turned off, the mist was hazy, and Fu Ci's clothes were also splashed with water.
He took off his coat when he was cleaning up the room. At this time, there was only one shirt left on his body. After getting wet, it was tightly pressed against his skin, which was a little uncomfortable.
But he didn't care, instead he looked straight at the person in front of him.
It may be that the temperature of the water is a little high, and Qi Yan's fair skin reveals a touch of powder, the whole person is wet, and the water droplets meander down.
This bit of wetness was also passed on to Fu Ci, which made his heart itch.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he only felt that the prayer in front of him was different from before. When he rarely took a bath with the prayer, it was often that he had been entangled in it for a long time before the prayer would be answered next time.
Every time he turned his back to him, he was not allowed to look at it, and he washed very quickly, usually running away within ten minutes.
But this time, Qi Yan took the initiative to invite himself in.
Just thinking of this, Fu Ci felt that his breathing was a little out of control, but fortunately the sound of water beside him covered it up, so that he wouldn't seem so rude.
But what Fu Ci didn't know was that the voice was covered, but the others were not.
Qi Yan lowered his eyes to see Fu Ci's reaction, raised his hand and took the initiative to untie his soaked shirt, "Isn't it uncomfortable to wear?"
He took the initiative in his behavior, but he didn't dare to look at each other.
Fu Ci didn't reply, just looked down at Qi Yanβ
The wet prayer looked extraordinarily well-behaved, her delicate and delicate face became more and more beautiful under the infiltration of hot water, her lips were lightly pursed, and she was still actively approaching him with her body full of water vapor and wetness.
He could feel the movement of Qi Yan unbuttoning his buttons, which was very slow, but his fingertips swept across his skin intentionally or unintentionally.