Song Qiuyao yawned, stood up and prepared to go back to his bed to sleep.

Qin Yan stretched out his hand to hold him, motioning him to sit on the head of his bed.Qin Yan stood up the pillow and let him lean on his pillow.

Song Qiuyao: "???"

Qin Yan looked at him with a smile, got up and sat at the end of the bed, he put Song Qiuyao's calf on his knees, and lifted up the trouser legs of his pajamas to reveal his white legs.Then he stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Qiuyao's calf with just the right amount of strength.

Song Qiuyao: "..."

Qin Yan: "It's your first rehearsal, and you've been tossing all day since you came here. Pressing it can relieve muscle soreness."

"……thanks."

Song Qiuyao lowered his head and lowered his eyelids, not daring to look at Qin Yan.The roots of her ears turned red quietly.

For a moment Song Qiuyao wondered if Qin Yan would like him too, and soon he squeezed out this 'ridiculous' thought in his mind.

How many gays can there be in the whole school?The ratio is less than one percent, how can it be such a coincidence, two people in a dormitory for two are gay, and the other party also likes me by such a coincidence, and hold hands to internally digest HE?

Few of the rotten ladies in the Danmei section of the Tofu APP write like this, okay?

Qin Yan's slightly callused fingertips pressed and kneaded Song Qiuyao's small leg muscles rhythmically, and Song Qiuyao felt a little itchy and an inexplicable tingling comfort.Qin Yan's fingers pressed down slowly little by little, from kneading the calf muscles to pressing and kneading the soles of the feet.

Song Qiuyao's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly retracted his feet.

"Uncomfortable?" Qin Yan asked.

Comfortable or not, it’s just too cool!

"No, it's quite comfortable... I just feel sorry for bothering you like this." Song Qiuyao answered truthfully.

"Is that embarrassing? I didn't see you shy when I was touching my pectoral and abdominal muscles just now." Qin Yan raised his eyebrows.

"..." You touch a sore spot...

"There's nothing to feel sorry for. I have to continue rehearsing tomorrow. If my feet feel uncomfortable due to excessive exercise today, it will delay tomorrow's progress. And this is my voluntary service for you. I'm not happy for ordinary people. Relax and enjoy it with peace of mind." Qin Yan said while pulling back Song Qiuyao's leg.

"..." When the male myth said this, Song Qiuyao stopped struggling pretentiously.He didn't really want to refuse the 'intimate contact' with the male god.

So Song Qiuyao was full of joy and joy, enjoying the special service from the male god that ordinary people can't enjoy.

Looking at Song Qiuyao, whose face was blushing with embarrassment and secretly delighted, Qin Yan felt extremely satisfied. Today, he and the cutie became more intimate, and felt that his long journey of chasing his wife is no longer far away, so great!

Soon, under the personal service of the male god, Song Qiuyao, who was physically and mentally happy and comfortable, lost his eyesight and began to feel sleepy.

Qin Yan: "Go to bed when you're tired. Anyway, the lower berth is wider than the upper berth, so it's no problem for us to squeeze together."

At this moment, Song Qiuyao, who was extremely sleepy, began to lose control of his brain, and had no time to think about the meaning of Qin Yan's words.Under the control of the body's instincts, I fell asleep on the bed.

Looking at Song Qiuyao who fell into a deep sleep, Qin Yan adjusted his sleeping position, shook off his quilt and covered him up.

After getting up and turning off the light, he went back to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay beside Song Qiuyao.

In the darkness, the cold moonlight outside the window poured in through the floor-to-ceiling glass door of the balcony. Song Qiuyao's jet-black hair fell on his delicate face, shrouded in a faint luster under the bright moonlight.

Song Qiuyao's thick and slightly curled eyelashes would occasionally tremble slightly in his sleep, forming a seductive arc.

Qin Yan looked at the man who was so beautiful that he almost suffocated himself, and finally couldn't help but leaned his head sideways and kissed his soft lips, carefully licking and sucking with the tip of his tongue, listening intoxicated to Song Qiuyao's difficulty breathingMoaned in a daze.

After a long time, Qin Yan reluctantly let go of Song Qiuyao, stroked and fiddled with his soft hair for a while, then opened his arms, and embraced the sleeping man into his chest.