I'm scum on Bai Yueguang's head

Yi Ren Ting Xue not only suddenly sent a voice message to Xie Xing'an, but also sent her own QQ number.

There are a lot of "hidden rules" in the game "Tian Yu Qi Tan", such as not seeking revenge when running a business, when the boss brings a copy, other people enter the picture and die immediately, etc.

There is another one, that is, when love is running, they will exchange their QQ and WeChat with each other.

The meaning of Yi Ren Ting Xue's doing this is already obvious.

Li Feng pressed the QQ number sent by Yi Ren Ting Xue to search on his mobile phone, and when he clicked on the homepage, he couldn't help but let out a "huh": "This Yi Ren Ting Xue looks pretty good! Doesn't it mean that the voice on the Internet is nice? Behind the boys is a fat man of four hundred catties, this blade Tingxue is at the level of a male god!"

In the first photo on the homepage, the man was wearing a jersey. He was tall and strong, with short hair that looked vigorous and neat. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He had a great figure.

The second photo is a suit, which is different from the vigorous one just now. It looks mature and not old. There is also a kind of inexplicable abstinence. The muscles that have just been tightened are wrapped under the well-designed suit, which makes people want to explore. Mystery.

Indeed, as Li Feng said, he is a proper male god level.

Several people looked at Xie Xingan.

There is no shortage of people chasing this kind of man, but obviously, Ting Xue's thoughts are all on Xie Xing'an.

Yiren Tingxue was beating drums, sitting in front of the computer and anxiously switching back and forth between QQ and WeChat, for fear of missing new addition requests, but after waiting for a long time, there was no red dot.

The only thing waiting is the entry interface of the copy.

In the next few dungeons, no matter how One Blade Tingxue behaved, how frantically he outputted to attract the attention of his sweetheart, Xie Xing'an didn't say a word.

The boss's blood bar became less and less like Yi Ren Ting Xue's inner hope.

After the task was over, Yi Ren Tingxue was about to send a message to apologize, when he received a system notification.

[Player Xiao Xingxing misses his moon and used props [Broken Love Silk] on you]

Yi Ren Ting Xue's heart was completely cold.

[Broken Love Silk] is an item that can be purchased in the mall, used to forcibly dissolve the love relationship, and the price is 50RMB.

[Little Xingxing misses his moon: there is nothing to explain, so be it]

At the same time, World Channel rolled over a broadcast.

[Love rises and falls, overcoming calamities, the player Xiao Xingxing misses his moon and has come into contact with Yiren Tingxue's love relationship, I wish the two of you are well and forget each other in the world...]

These words pierced into the bottom of Yibian Tingxue's heart like a knife.

He has long known the character of this No. [-] person, who never speaks without mic, but he just doesn't give up.

He hoped that he would be the special one.

Now it seems that it is all wishful thinking.

Thinking about it carefully, when he called Xie Xingan baby in the game and said he liked him, the latter never gave any response, and every time he either brought it or changed the subject.

The recent attitude is also much colder than when we first met, and some words made his heart ache.

It turned out that everything was already doomed.

Xie Xing'an broke off contact with Yi Ren Ting Xue, and he didn't show any feelings of loss or depression.

Xue Yunlie still didn't understand the situation, why was he still refreshing the dungeon one second, and then it was gone the next.

But thinking about it, it seems to be the same for several relationships before.

A little headstrong.

Time passed quickly, Yi Ren Ting Xue still appeared in the game from time to time at the beginning, and after being ignored by Xie Xing'an a few times, he was lost and never came back.

One weekend, Gan Yu went to the library to study carefully. Li Feng wore his jersey early in the morning and went to the stadium with a basketball and Xue Yunlie. When Xie Xingan woke up, it was almost 10 o'clock in the morning.

He lay on the bed and stretched his waist, revealing a piece of hard-to-handle snow-white from the hem of his pajamas.

Weekends are always tiring, especially on Saturdays when I finish my homework. Thinking that there will be another day off tomorrow makes me feel very good.

Even a handsome guy can't escape the lazy Saturday law, only a top student can.

Xie Xingan planned to order a takeaway first, and then get up to brush his teeth, but after he opened the app and swiped twice, he suddenly remembered something.

Fu Tinghan sent him a WeChat message two weeks ago, saying that one day when he was the only one in the dormitory, he asked himself to call him over.

Xie Xing felt relieved that the little deer plopped.

Why do you emphasize when you are alone?

With some unknown thoughts in mind, Xie Xing'an blushed and sent Fu Tinghan a WeChat message.

[☆: Good morning Brother Han! ]

Fu Tinghan returned a voice message to him.

"Morning, Xiao An."

The voice is nice, not too low and a bit magnetic, the tone is calm and gentle, it sounds like it has fallen into a ball of soft cotton, which makes people want to tuck in a little more.

At this time, he heard Fu Tinghan say again:

"Didn't you agree to have breakfast together? Why, just woke up?"

Xie Xing'an was startled, and the phone fell off, and he hurriedly dodged it so as not to hit his face.

Oops, I forgot to call the alarm clock 5555!

Brother Han won't be angry, will he?

Xie Xingan picked up his phone nervously, thinking about how to apologize better, when Fu Tinghan sent another message.

"Is there anyone in the dormitory?"

His voice seemed to be softer, and Xie Xing'an inexplicably sensed a sense of shame that he wanted to have an affair with Fu Tinghan without telling the whole dormitory. He clamped the quilt between his thin legs and bowed his head to type.

[☆:none]

[☆: Brother Han, are you coming over? ]

[H: Yes, I'll bring you breakfast later, get up and brush your teeth, little lazy cat]

After Xie Xing'an replied, he immediately climbed out of bed, his movements were as fast as when he got up late for military training.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Xie Xing'an looked at the time, guessing that there was still a lot, so he washed his hair, but just after he lathered his head, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

Familiar voices sounded from outside.

"Xiao An."

Xie Xingan was in a hurry to flush the water, but the door of the dormitory was pushed open.

Fu Tinghan came in with a big bag of hot breakfast, and what he saw was Xie Xingan standing on the balcony in his pajamas, hunched over and washing his hair.

The loose pajamas hung down, and the slender lines of Xie Xingan's back were outlined. Although the pajama pants were also loose, there was still a slight curve at the back of the waist.

Fu Tinghan silently looked away.

"Brother Han, sit down for a while." Xie Xing'an looked at him embarrassedly, "I, I'll wash my hair."

He had actually washed his hair last night, but was going to do it again for some reason.

Fu Tinghan took out the breakfast and placed it on Xie Xingan's desk.

The table was neatly tidied and clean. There was a computer on the table, a mechanical keyboard connected to it that didn’t look cheap, a desk lamp, a kettle, and a mirror beside it.

The first floor of the bookcase is neatly stacked with various textbooks, and the second floor is filled with sundries, snacks, milk and other foods.

The top shelf of the bookcase was specially emptied and filled with things.

Fu Tinghan raised the corner of his mouth, and reached out to take a peripheral figure of "The Legend of Feather of Heaven".

The water on the balcony was rushing, and the water droplets splashed with the fresh and pleasant grapefruit smell of the shampoo, mixed with a refreshing sweet and sour fragrance.

Fu Tinghan turned his head and saw Xie Xing'an coming in from the balcony while wiping his hair.

The wet hair hangs down, and the water drops on the tip of the hair, falling on the slender collarbone exposed at the neckline, flowing down the imaginative depression, and disappearing in the gap between the fabric and the skin.

I don't know if it's because of the light or the water vapor, but Xie Xing'an's exposed neck looks slenderer than usual, and there are pale blue blood vessels hidden under the fair and delicate skin, giving him an inexplicably strange beauty.

Xie Xing'an was wiping his hair, his sight was blocked by the towel, he didn't notice the way Fu Tinghan was looking at him, and felt regretful in his heart.

If I had known earlier, I would not have washed my hair, so embarrassing.

He was halfway through wiping his hair when the back of his hand suddenly felt hot.

"Come on, sit here." Fu Tinghan stood up at some point and vacated Xie Xingan's seat.

Xie Xing'an was pushed onto the seat by him, and his fingers, still holding the towel, touched Fu Tinghan's warm palm.

He heard the latter say in a low voice: "Even though it's warmed up, it's best not to wash your hair with cold water, your fingers are freezing."

He didn't know whether it was because his fingers were too cold or Fu Tinghan's hands were too hot, Xie Xing'an only felt that the place where his fingertips touched seemed to be scalded, and he withdrew his hand reflexively.

Fu Tinghan covered Xie Xingan's wet hair with two big hands covered with a towel.

His movements are delicate and gentle, gently rubbing the ends of the hair that are glued together by water droplets, and drying them with a towel one by one, with the towel between his fingertips, rubbing his scalp gently, until he just woke up It didn't take long for Xie Xing'an to feel drowsy again.

"Is there a hair dryer?" Fu Tinghan hung the towel aside, rubbed the top of Xie Xing'an's hair, and asked.

"Yes." Xie Xingan took out a Dyson from the drawer at hand.

The sound of the hair dryer is not loud, and the hot air is inserted into the hair with the fingers, taking away all the moisture.

Xie Xing'an felt Fu Tinghan's patient and gentle movements, and suddenly remembered the time when Li Feng wiped Xue Yunlie's hair with disgust on his face.

Xue Yunlie's short hair is so difficult to dry, and his own hair needs to be longer, will Brother Han...

Xie Xingan's gaze moved quietly, and landed on the mirror placed on the desk.

The angle of the mirror was just right, so that Xie Xing'an could see Fu Tinghan's expression in his eyes.

The usually handsome and sunny school girl was standing behind him at this moment, her eyes were lowered, and she couldn't see the emotion in her eyes.

The two sword eyebrows stretched out leisurely, and there was no pimple between the eyebrows impatiently. The corners of the mouth were slightly upturned as always, adding a bit of intimacy to Fu Tinghan.

The two grew up together, and Xie Xing'an could naturally see that Fu Tinghan was not unhappy or bored, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little joy in his heart.

He had been paying attention to Fu Tinghan's movements, and saw that after he dried the front hair, he began to blow the back of his head.

Xie Xing'an felt as if the back of his head had been lightly pressed, and then saw in the mirror, Fu Tinghan's eyes were slightly bent, and a dazzling smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Xie Xing'an remembered that place, it was the spin above his head.

Fu Tinghan was staring at the twirling hair on Xie Xingan's head at this moment, just thinking it was funny.

Why is Xiao An so cute even with the swirls on her hair.

It was mostly dried, so Fu Tinghan wanted to take the mirror to see if he had blown Xie Xingan's hairstyle, but when he looked up, he saw his little An staring at him in the mirror.

The moment the eyes of the two collided, Xie Xingan was in a trance for a moment.

Why does Brother Han look at himself in the mirror?

Then he suddenly came back to his senses.

Fu Tinghan was also looking at himself in the mirror!

Xie Xingan:! ! !

The hot air began to climb up along the soles of the feet, and rushed directly to the top of the forehead. Xie Xingan felt uncomfortable all over, and he was about to get up when he couldn't sit still.

But Fu Tinghan reached out and pressed his shoulder.

Fu Tinghan bent down slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his voice was close to his ears, making him look magnetic and sexy.

"Xiao An, is he in a daze again this time?"

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