My Star [Campus]

I originally planned to go to the KTV to sing a song, but everyone was already playing crazy in the box, with cream all over their bodies and faces, how can they sing.

So I had no choice but to cancel the next event, and went home if my body was very dirty, and if I was okay, I stayed and wiped the cream on the chairs on the wall.

Li Xingyu went to the bathroom to wash his face. There was not much cream on his clothes, but it made him a little uncomfortable, and he really wanted to take a bath and change clothes.

Yan Feicheng washed off the cream on his face, greeted Jian Xin, and took Li Xingyu away.

Riding the electric bike all the way back to Jiang'an Fenghua, Yan Feicheng asked Li Xingyu to stay here to take a bath. Li Xingyu's body was really sticky and uncomfortable, so he agreed.

Yan Feicheng took him up to the second floor and entered his room, and found a set of old clothes and a pair of new underwear from the closet, "You can wash it in this bathroom, I'll go to the one outside."

Li Xingyu thanked her, took her clothes and walked into the bathroom.

He decided to make a quick fix, grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squeezed out a light blue shampoo, and the smell of lemon sea salt filled the bathroom.

It was Yan Feicheng's smell.

Li Xingyu looked again, and sure enough, Yan Feicheng's shower gel was also lemon sea salt flavored.

This is how much I like this taste...

Thinking so, Li Xingyu put shampoo on his hair.

He closed his eyes to prevent water from entering them. In the darkness, he felt his sense of smell become more sensitive.

The hot water washed down his back, steaming, and the whole glass room smelled of lemon sea salt.

It was as if Yan Feicheng was beside him, hugging him warmly.

Li Xingyu took a deep breath, feeling that he would be drunk by the strong smell in the next second.

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When Li Xingyu came out of the shower, the room was empty.

Yan Feicheng was still washing.

He was only three to four centimeters shorter than Yan Feicheng, and he wore loose short-sleeves a little loosely, looking like he was wearing a "boyfriend shirt", and the pants were loose and stuck to his hips.

Li Xingyu stepped on his slippers and looked around the room.

He didn't look carefully when he came in just now, but now he realizes that the decoration of Yan Feicheng's room is unexpectedly warm.

The double bed was covered with light gray sheets and quilts printed with white clouds, which looked soft and comfortable, and a fluffy dark gray blanket was laid on the floor beside the bed.

Both the wardrobe and the desk are light beige, the bookshelves are full of books, and there are a few books spread out on the desk, as well as pens without caps and scratch paper filled with calculations.

The bay window is drawn with a translucent tulle curtain, and a few cute dolls can be vaguely seen inside covered with soft cushions.

The room was tidy, and Li Xingyu finished reading after scanning around. His eyes fell on the bookshelf, and a row of original documents was placed on the top.

Among them was an original book that he was very interested in but couldn't find in bookstores and was also out of stock on the Internet.

Li Xingyu crossed his fingers, tapped his hand lightly with his fingertips, and thought a little distressed, how could a scumbag at the bottom of his age ask Yan Feicheng to borrow books?

"Why don't you dry your hair?" Yan Feicheng's voice came from behind, Li Xingyu turned around and saw Yan Feicheng in home clothes leaning against the door.

His bangs hang softly on his forehead, because his hair has just been blown, and there are two fluttering edges, coupled with the gentle smile on his face, it makes Li Xingyu feel like he was hit by something soft After being hit, his eyes softened unconsciously, "I don't have this habit."

"That's not acceptable." Yan Feicheng walked into the bathroom and came out with a blue hair dryer. "Sit on the bed and I'll blow your hair."

Li Xingyu stroked his wet hair, but did not refuse, "The water will drip onto your bed, I'll sit on the carpet."

With that said, he sat down cross-legged on the carpet.

Yan Feicheng sat down on the bed with the hair dryer, spread his legs on both sides of Li Xingyu, snored for a while with a towel on his head, and turned on the hair dryer after making sure there was no more dripping water.

The only sound in the quiet room was the whine of the hair dryer.

Li Xingyu lowered his head slightly, feeling Yan Feicheng's unexpectedly gentle movements on his head. His fingers shuttled through his hair, carefully and earnestly. to myself.

That's great, this guy.

He was a little drowsy infected by this warm and reassuring atmosphere, his eyelids drooped slightly, his body was extremely relaxed, and he swayed slightly with Yan Feicheng's movements.

The hair dryer was turned off with a click, and Li Xingyu was also awakened, "Okay?"

His question was meaningless, just babbling, with some imperceptible loss.

Unexpectedly, Yan Feicheng would answer him, "It's done."

Yan Feicheng stood up, turned to Li Xingyu and stretched out his hand, "Come on, I'll pull you up."

Li Xingyu looked at the hand stretched out in front of him.

He has often looked at this hand and touched it before, knowing that the palm of this hand is warm and the fingers are strong.

Li Xingyu smiled, "You treat me like a child." Saying so, he still put his hand on it.

Li Xingyu's hands are beautiful, with slender and fair fingers, and pink and tender nails, which are very cute.

Yan Feicheng pulled Li Xingyu up from the ground with all his strength. Li Xingyu looked at him, feeling a little tired all of a sudden, and let himself fall into Yan Feicheng's arms without any effort.

His head rested on Yan Feicheng's shoulder, his nose was filled with the smell of Yan Feicheng's body.

It suddenly occurred to Li Xingyu that he had used Yan Feicheng's shampoo and body wash, and was wearing Yan Feicheng's old clothes, so he somehow had the illusion that he belonged to Yan Feicheng.

The tip of the ear became a little hot.

"What's wrong?" Yan Feicheng gently wrapped his arms around Li Xingyu's shoulders, "Are your legs numb? Are you still sleepy?"

I don't know if it's Li Xingyu's illusion, but Yan Feicheng seems to be extraordinarily gentle tonight, even his voice is so soft that he can pinch water.

The headlights above the head are conscientiously shining warm yellow light, and the sky outside the bay window is already dark.

Li Xingyu felt soft all over his body, and even the words he said were soft, "It seems to be sleepy."

"I see," Yan Feicheng smiled softly, "It's getting late today, so let's sleep here."

Li Xingyu blinked, but said nothing.

Yan Feicheng patted Li Xingyu's shoulder, "I want to sleep, go to bed."

Li Xingyu obediently got up from Yan Feicheng's arms and sat on the bed.

There was still a trace of bewilderment in his eyes, and he looked at Yan Feicheng in a daze, "Sleeping here?"

Yan Feicheng glanced at the time.

After eating, it was past eight o'clock, and the box was packed, and it was already nine o'clock when I returned home by bike.

After taking a shower and drying my hair, the clock showed that it was almost ten o'clock.

He looked at Li Xingyu again, "Yes, I'll sleep here."

Li Xingyu looked at him straight, then nodded, "Oh, good, sleep."

He nodded his head and said to himself, he was about to lie down when he lifted the quilt.

Yan Feicheng quickly stopped him, with a coaxing tone, "Xingxing took off his pants before going to bed, okay? It will be uncomfortable to wear."

Li Xingyu tilted his head, his eyes were confused, "Well, take off your pants."

He is still conscious, but his body is a little slow and out of his control. He just unbuttoned his trousers for a long time and has not unbuttoned it for a long time. For a while, he bit his lip and felt aggrieved, and slapped his palm on the bed, aggressively, " bully me!"

Yan Feicheng was amused by Li Xingyu, turned his head and gave a muffled laugh twice, adjusted his expression and turned around, "Yes, it's the pants bullying you, it's really annoying. Xingxing, let me untie it for you, okay?"

Li Xingyu looked at him, nodded slowly, "Okay."

Yan Feicheng reached out and unbuttoned his trousers, and helped him take off his trousers.

Li Xingyu's legs were long and straight, Yan Feicheng knew it, but what he didn't expect was that his legs were fair-skinned and sparsely haired and looked especially beautiful, but there was a scar the size of half a palm on the knee of his right leg.

Yan Feicheng's face was a little ugly, and he touched the uneven scar on Li Xingyu's leg, which was especially ferocious, and asked, "Xingxing, when did you get here, why are you so careless?"

Li Xingyu looked at the scar, and turned his dull mind, "Ah... seven years old... it's scalded, and it was boiled." He also imitated Yan Feicheng and reached out to touch it, and suddenly laughed , and said in a mysterious tone, "This, others are burning it, so don't tell it."

Yan Feicheng stared at the scar deeply, and when he raised his head, there was still a gentle smile on his face, "Okay, I won't tell anyone." He helped Li Xingyu put his legs back under the quilt, and put the quilt back on for Li Xingyu who was lying down. The cover of Xingyu was on, "Xingxing, it's time to sleep."

Li Xingyu looked at Yan Feicheng affectionately, and muttered, "Xing Xing is going to sleep... Where is Xing Xing's goodnight kiss?"

Yan Feicheng was a little warmed by his expectant eyes, and pretending to be calm, he bent down and kissed Li Xingyu's forehead, "Goodnight kiss, Xingxing."

Li Xingyu smiled at him with bent eyes, "Good night."