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Yan Chuyang pushed the door open and walked in as quietly as possible to Wei Qing's bedside.

Wei Qing's eyes were closed, as if he was still sleeping.

"Wei Qing?" Yan Chuyang knelt down, hugged his knees, looked at the man's straight nose and deep eye sockets, and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

Wei Qing didn't speak, his brows were furrowed tightly, his eyes were closed, and the air pressure in his body was very low.

Yan Chuyang sighed, and said quietly: "I don't know what I did wrong again, why are you so angry?"

The bedroom was quiet except for the ticking of the clock, but no one answered.

"Okay." Yan Chuyang sighed dejectedly, lowered his head and let go for a while, then suddenly moved to Wei Qing's face, pecked on his lips, then raised his head slightly, and sprayed the cool breath on the tip of the man's nose Go up and say,

"If you don't want to say it, then I won't force you. Then you forgot to kiss me today. I made it up."

After finishing speaking, the boy straightened up and stood up from the ground: "I'll go first, you have a good rest, good night."

The sound of rustling footsteps walked away from him, and when he heard the door close with a "bang", the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, the light in his eyes was dark and deep.

After being stiff for a long time, Wei Qing heaved a sigh of relief, and gently raised his hand to touch his nose.

It's a bit cool, but the boy's clean and clear mint breath seems to be still swirling on it.

The nose is cold, but the lower abdomen is like an explosion, and there are bursts of heat flowing down, like a person who was frozen in the ice and snow, suddenly fell into the lava, and was so stuffy that he couldn't relieve it.

Time ticked away, and there was silence for half an hour. Wei Qing raised his hand to turn off the light, stretched out his arm in the darkness, took out the thing he had just thrown away from the drawer he had just opened, and tore off the plastic film.

It's no big deal, Wei Qing closed his eyes and thought, every man would have a physical impulse, it has nothing to do with Yan Chuyang.

Even without him today, he should solve it by himself, and he will still solve it by himself.

As it should be.

When he was about to wake up in the early morning, Wei Qing had a dream.

In the dream, he was eighteen or nineteen years old, still in college, and in love with Shen Shimin.

Shen Shimin asked him out, in the dark grove, gave him a coquettish smile, then tiptoed to kiss him, his blood surged, he pushed her to the tree excitedly, kissed her lips and neck frantically, but Kissing and kissing, the girl's delicate face suddenly changed into Yan Chuyang's pitiful look.

The boy stared at his dark eyes, and murmured softly, "Brother Wei Qing, you bit me, it hurts."

Wei Qing woke up all of a sudden, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time before he felt sticky under his body, the man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, he actually vented."

The good mood early in the morning was ruined because of this, Wei Qing finished changing his clothes with a cold face, as if he was angry with himself, when he washed, he directly threw away the soiled clothes and sheets.

After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, Yan Chuyang was eating in the dining room, when he heard footsteps, he turned around suddenly, smiled at Wei Qing, and shouted in a clear voice: "Good morning. "

The tip of the man's heart trembled, and his heart, which had been stagnant all morning, seemed to be blown by a breeze, and it relaxed a little.

"Good morning." Wei Qing replied in a deep voice, pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Yan Chuyang.

Yan Chuyang took a sip of the milk on the table, and said with a smile: "I got up early today, just thinking that I could have breakfast with you."

Wei Qing hummed, raised his head and glanced at him casually, but after just one glance, his movements froze.

Because of the milk, the boy's pale lips were stained with white marks, and with a smile that was too bright and sunny, people couldn't look away.

Wei Qing's eyes dimmed, and he tossed a napkin unhappily: "Wipe the milk off your mouth."

Yan Chuyang groaned, took the paper towel and wiped it off in embarrassment, then changed the subject and asked, "Your complexion is not very good, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Wei Qing coughed lightly, spread the napkin on the table and spread it on his lap, his eyes flickered and said, "I've been working a lot lately, so I'm a little tired."

Yan Chuyang's eyes flashed with distress, seeing the bruises under the man's eyes, please sighed, raised his hand to put an egg pancake on his dinner plate and said,

"It's because you are too intemperate. I watched you drink for a few days, and the dark bags under your eyes came out. You should make up more."

Wei Qing hummed, picked up the omelette from the dinner plate, and ate it slowly. For some reason, Yan Chuyang picked it up, and it tasted better than usual.

Yan Chuyang also poured him a glass of milk and pushed it to his hand: "Drink milk, drinking milk in the morning is good for your health."

After finishing speaking, the boy withdrew his hand, and poured himself a glass, raised his head and took a sip.

Wei Qing suddenly looked up at him, Yan Chuyang's scalp was tightened by his stare, subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth and asked, "Is the milk on your mouth again?"

Seeing the red tip of his tongue, the man's lower abdomen felt hot, and his eyes were slightly congested with redness.

"Yan Chuyang." Wei Qing suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you usually drink milk at school?"

Yan Chuyang was stunned by his question, nodded after thinking for a while and said, "Drink, I'm growing tall now, drinking some is good for my health."

Wei Qing hummed, lowered his eyes after a moment of silence, and said, "From today onwards, you get up early and have breakfast at home. You can drink milk, but you are only allowed to drink it at home, and you are not allowed to take it to school."

"Ah? No way!" Yan Chuyang directly refused, "I can't go to school for breakfast at home."

"Why is it too late?"

"The first class at school is always around [-]:[-], and I get up at [-] o'clock. If I dawdle at home and eat breakfast, I will definitely be late for the first class."

Wei Qing's forehead was slightly green: "Then you can't get up early, and adjust it from eight o'clock to seven o'clock."

Yan Chuyang shook his head: "No, I have a lot of inspiration at night, and I will stay up late drawing comics, and I can't get up during the day."

stay up?Wei Qing's eyebrows twitched twice, and he said coldly: "The energy spent on staying up all night can be replenished by drinking milk? It's ridiculous! I don't care if you are inspired or not. Anyway, starting from tonight, if you don't go to bed at ten o'clock, I will confiscate your drawing board."

"How dare you!" Yan Chuyang stared, "That's a deal for me to eat."