Hypocritical Adonis

Back home in the dark, he opened the door, the warm light shone on Qi Cheng, and he entered the room with a cold air.

Qi Zhong and Wu Yuan were sitting on the sofa, and Jiang Jing was gone. The two of them even started eating again. Qi Cheng walked to the side and sat down. Whatever the rest of the tone was put in the pot, the three of them bored and ate again. Pause.

"There are only two rooms in the house, the sofa can't sleep people, it's cold now," Qi Cheng sweated at the tip of his nose, "Who sleeps with me?"

Qi Zhong moved his mouth, but still did not speak.

Wu Yuan did not hesitate, "He."

Qi Zhong's ears moved, his eyebrows pulled hard, and he turned to look at Wu Yuan in surprise.

Wu Yuan felt his gaze and looked back expressionlessly.

"...If you don't mind," Qi Zhong turned his head to look at the sauce in the bowl again. This sentence was clearly said to Qi Cheng, "Let's roll a bed sheet tonight?"

Qi Cheng was choked and coughed several times, "What are you talking about?"

Qi Zhong laughed, he suddenly stood up and asked politely: "Otherwise I'll go to your bedroom to make a bed?"

"You got up in that room in the morning," Qi Cheng was ruthless and merciless, "Now be polite with me?"

After they came back this morning, they were very sleepy. The bedding in the guest room had not been replaced, and the two simply slept. I tidied up the rooms during the day, and now it is just right to live.

Qi Zhong was really welcome, and went to the bedroom first.

His steps were steady until he entered Qicheng's bedroom and closed the door.

Shout silently, happy.

Outside, Wu Yuan was very tired today. After washing, he went into the guest room to rest. He didn't want to say more, and Qi Cheng didn't ask anymore. Reminiscences only meant opening up the wound.

After a while, Qi Cheng turned off the microwave and the TV, slurped the last bottle of beer, squeezed the trash can, went to his bedroom and knocked on the door, "Qi Zhong, wash."

Qi Zhong opened the door, "Come."

He wanted to go out, but Qi Cheng was blocked at the door and his hands were still supported on both sides of the door frame, making him unable to get out.

Qi Zhong started in the throat, "What are you doing?"

"How's your throat?" Qi Cheng didn't move his hand, propped on the two doors, "Did't you eat spicy food?"

"No," he is a little strong now, but Qi Zhong doesn't move under his feet. "I've taken medicine before, the hot pot is still sweating, and I feel comfortable."

"Don't you want me to wash my face and brush my teeth?" Qi Zhong waved his hand, "Give it away."

Qi Cheng was still, Qi Zhong also got excited, covered his hands, intending to make a handsome flip.

But after exhausting all his strength, his mother shook her arms without shaking.

"Let me block it," Qi Cheng blinked slowly, and the smell of wine came out of him. "You said you wanted to block me before."

"..." Qi Zhong relieved his strength. "Aren't you drunk?"

It is also possible that they just drank a lot, and Qi Zhong would be dizzy when he drank four or five bottles himself, not to mention Qi Cheng as such a good student.

Qi Cheng blinked and nodded seriously, "Well, drunk."

Qi Zhong: "People who are drunk will say they are not drunk."

"Okay," Qi Cheng finally released the door frame, and he rubbed his brows helplessly, "I'm not drunk."

Although he let go of the door, the whole person stood still. Qi Zhong pulled him and walked up to the bathroom.

The two toothbrush cups were filled with water, and toothpaste was squeezed on the toothbrush. Qi Cheng watched Qi Zhong receiving water from behind.

"Are there really guys in the world who love to work?"

He looked at Qi Zhong, and it was obviously him.

How could there be.

Qi Zhong thought this in his heart, but his mouth was light and soft: "How can you understand the spiritual level of my diligent boy?"

They brushed their teeth and the two were not crowded by a sink. After their faces were refreshed, Qi Zhong asked, "What happened to Wu Yuan?"

Qi Cheng shook his head, Qi Zhong said, "Wait for him, don't worry too much."

"People like him," Qi Zhong said, "You can rest assured that it is definitely not a stupid person who is too stiff to survive, but smart, he will find someone to help if he can't survive."

"Well," Qi Chengwuyuan was not a stubborn person, just, "I seem to care about him?"

"You didn't drink a lot of wine," Qi Zhong looked at him strangely. "He also said that he was drunk. You can sleep with me at night and give Wu Yuan a quiet space."

He looks particularly understandable, "This is called healing, it's an adult, and you can stop worrying about him so much."

Qi Cheng frowned.

He drank so much because there were some things in his heart that he couldn't understand and was annoying. He didn't know what these things were, but he had nothing to do with Wu Yuan.

But he didn't know what to say, because he couldn't tell what he was bothering about.

Can only passively accept Qi Zhong's relief, Lu frowned and went to the bedroom.

It was cold this evening. The bed was covered by two people. After Qi Cheng recovered, he walked to the cupboard and pulled out the bed quilt from the cupboard below.

"You're alone in the bed," Qi Cheng lowered his head to tidy up the quilt. "Just been sick, don't get a fever again because of the cooling down."

Qi Zhong looked at the quilt, oh, "Thank you."

Qi Chengjue felt something was wrong, he looked at Qi Zhong.

But Qi Zhong had already got into the bed and turned to lie on the bed.

Seeing no expression on his face, Qi Cheng turned off the headlights, leaving only a small desk lamp beside the bed, then climbed into the bed and lay beside him, "What's wrong."

Qi Zhong: "It's okay, just sleepy."

A muffled voice came from under the pillow, and Qi Cheng whispered in his ear: "Is it really okay? Give you a chance to talk."

I didn't see it before, but now the two are stacked on top of each other, and I feel that this distance is too close.

But only Qi Zhong felt this too close distance, his heart sounded like drums, Qi Cheng didn’t feel the inappropriate posture, but he felt Qi Zhong’s uncomfortable not speaking, his head pressed closer , "Are you feeling bad again?"

Qi Zhong is going to be crazy by him!

"You're pressing me, I can't get up," Qi Zhong pushed back hard with his shoulders, "Let let let let let!"

"Oh," Qi Cheng gave way, and after Qi Zhong turned around, he stared at Qi Zhong again with his beautiful eyes. "Aren't you comfortable yet?"

He reached out to try the temperature above Qi Zhong's head, frowned for a while, and didn't feel hot. Qi Cheng thought that he hadn't tried it out, and then he raised his body and tried Qi Zhong's forehead with his forehead.

The two men had big eyes, big eyes, Qi Zhong stared at him, his face slowly turned red, and his eyes also had some kind of fire about to burn.

"It seems to be a little hot," Qi Cheng asked him in this position, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Qi Zhong swallowed and nodded.

Qi Cheng started to feel uncomfortable again, Qi Cheng's face was dull, and when he got up, he found that Qi Zhong even had a red neck.

Qi Cheng, "I'll get you medicine."

"No, no, no medicine," Qi Zhong quickly changed his mouth and dragged Qi Cheng's hand forward. Without paying attention, Qi Cheng was pulled and fell on the bed, and the weight of the two fell heavily. On the bed, the self-elastic bed bounced them up, "!"

Qi Cheng fell on Qi Zhong as a whole, he wanted to get up, but Qi Zhong's legs were entangled with him. The more he wanted to separate, the more he entangled, and finally thumped, the two of them rolled from the bed to the floor.

When Wu Yuan heard the sound, he came over here and opened the door to see, "...what are you doing."

Some pictures in the house are not suitable for children.

After a few minutes, Qi Cheng and Qi Zhong finally stood apart. Wu Yuan gave them a warning look before leaving, allowing them to be quiet at night and go to bed early.

When he left, the atmosphere in the bedroom was even more awkward. Qi Cheng's eyes twitched several times, and he couldn't believe he had such a shameful time. After alleviating this embarrassment, he turned and looked at Qi Zhong. "Sleep."

Just let it pass, let alone blush, any thoughts can be broken up. Qi Zhonglier nodded and got up with him to turn off the lights.

But in the dark, the guts became fat again, and began to clamor for something.

Hands stretched out of this bed, cooked in a couple of years after rebirth, clenched the door familiarly, and then closed his eyes beautifully to sleep.

Qi Cheng opened his eyes in the dark and felt that Qi Zhong was like a child who was sticking to people. He had to hold other people's arms while sleeping. Although he doesn't hold his arms, he can rank the best in Qicheng.

Follow him.

After a while, Qi Cheng also closed his eyes.

After all, it is a sick person.

Early the next morning, because they still have to go to school, all three get up very early.

After rest at night, Wu Yuan has returned to his usual appearance, and it seems that he has calmed down to God. When they were eating out at the breakfast shop outside, Qi Cheng gave him the spare key.

"You shouldn't live in school very much, and I usually live in school," Qi Cheng, "you can stay wherever I want and go whenever you want."

Qi Zhong squeezed two dark circles against his eyes and sighed, "It's great."

Wu Yuan collected the key and was very frank, "Thanks."

The two of them were unfamiliar with the film. Qi Cheng took them to the bus station. The students at the second station were usually only waiting for the bus, but this would be three people.

It's just that these three people didn't wear school uniforms, they were all in school.

After the bus arrived, there were still plenty of vacancies on the bus. When the road sat down to the school, Wu Yuan was separated from them at the school gate.

Qi Cheng and Qi Zhong walked towards the dormitory building.

The rain finally stopped this morning, but it was still cloudy, and the humid air foretold that heavy rain was coming.

Qi Cheng looked up at the sky and turned to remind Qi Zhong, "Put on more and hold an umbrella."

Qi Zhong nodded, and when he was almost under the door of the dormitory, he turned around uncomfortably and asked, "I didn't say anything last night."

He didn't dare to stare into Qi Cheng since he got up this morning. Qi Cheng glanced at the dark circles on his face and shook his head, guessing what he meant by saying, "No."

Qi Zhong was relieved.

The dream is just a dream, the pants and sheets are not dirty, it is colorless and tasteless, and the other party in the dream does not know, which is equivalent to no one knowing, true!