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It was already late at night when everything was compiled, Yang Fengyu was half dead from exhaustion, he threw himself into the bed after hastily washing up, and fell asleep at the speed of light.

Feeling Qin Fangcong kissing him in a hazy consciousness, subconsciously hummed, groped to put Qin Fangcong's waist, and was immediately hugged.

Yang Fengyu rubbed against each other, and soon fell asleep.

Silent all night.

The next day, Qin Fangcong took him directly to the recording studio arranged by the program group for Sapling early in the morning. It was originally scheduled to start in the afternoon, but there was no one in the recording studio at the moment.

Yang Fengyu looked around, and said "Oh" in a meaningful and drawn out voice.

"What are you doing?" Qin Fangcong asked.

"So you were here at the time?"

"Ah."

"You too," Yang Fengyu smiled, "If you don't want me to know, just don't record it."

"I promised Cen An, a gimmick."

Yang Fengyu was inexplicably proud, "You are amazing, I am even better, I picked up a big baby, hehe."

Qin Fangcong was tickled by him, held back his smile, and urged him to go in.

The process of recording the song was very smooth. Although Yang Fengyu sang this song for the first time, his emotions were just right, and he even glanced at Qin Fangcong from time to time.

He expressed many expectations and wishes in the song, but the biggest one is that there is someone who can always be by his side.

This person is Qin Fangcong.

Perhaps it was because of the love song, Qin Fangcong's expression was a little softer than usual when he was recording, he would nod before Yang Fengyu finished singing, and pop out a few words to praise.

The whole song was recorded very efficiently, less than two hours.

Qin Fangcong took off his earphones and played the finished product to Yang Fengyu. The latter was quite satisfied, hugging Qin Fangcong's neck, he leaned forward and kissed him.

"Don't make trouble." Qin Fangcong whispered, and suddenly remembered something, and suddenly asked: "Who recorded this song for you?"

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, "It's a sound engineer Cheng Wen knows."

Qin Fangcong squinted his eyes, "Cheng Wen heard it too?"

"No!" Yang Fengyu couldn't help laughing, "Are you jealous?"

Qin Fangcong said expressionlessly, "No."

"Have you heard the original version? It's actually not too different from the current version. When I wrote this song, I felt that it would be difficult to meet people who could do these things with me. on."

Qin Fangcong's expression changed slightly, "And then?"

"Then? Then I met you," Yang Fengyu lowered his head and smiled, "Isn't it amazing? I discovered it when I changed the lyrics. I can do these things with you."

Qin Fangcong brushed the long hair on his forehead, brushed his eyelashes inadvertently with his fingertips, Yang Fengyu blinked, and looked back.

"Okay." Qin Fangcong said.

A simple word, but the tone is more solemn than ever.

People came to record one after another in the afternoon. You can learn a lot at this time. Yang Fengyu didn't want to leave, so he stayed in the lounge on the side of the studio. The lounge has a one-way glass and you can see outside.

In addition to Qin Fangcong, there are several behind-the-scenes music producers.Compared with recording the song for him in the morning, Qin Fangcong is much more serious now, frowning slightly.

The charm value of the man who started to work hard was full, Yang Fengyu was taking notes while secretly laughing, and it was already night when it was over.

Back in the hotel room, Yang Fengyu was extremely excited after rolling together, and the noise went too far, this time without the effect of alcohol, but Yang Fengyu felt it was even more exciting.

Because his consciousness is extraordinarily clear, the picture is too shocking.

When going up, Yang Fengyu's hands subconsciously reached back, and just as his fingertips touched the heat source, Qin Fangcong dodged sideways to speed up.

Yang Fengyu snorted twice, and explained again.

Qin Fangcong quickly handed him a few tissues, then got up and plunged into the bathroom.

Yang Fengyu thought in confusion, this can't go on like this.

To continue, either Qin Fangcong was suffocated to death first, or his kidneys were weak first.

So Yang Fengyu sat up from the bed, his hands and feet were still weak, and walked to the door of the bathroom with dragging feet.

The tall figure is looming, and the proportion of height and leg length is excellent.

Yang Fengyu knocked on the door, the sound of water inside stopped quickly, and Qin Fangcong's hoarse and deep voice came: "What's wrong?"

Yang Fengyu was suddenly a little ashamed to speak, he took a breath and asked coyly, "Do you want me to help you?"

Before Qin Fangcong could answer, Yang Fengyu quickly added: "Reciprocity is the norm! I can't just enjoy myself!"

Qin Fangcong casually lifted up the broken hair on his forehead, wiped away the remaining drops of water on his face, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

"Um!!"

There was an affirmative answer from outside. Just as Qin Fangcong was about to open the door, he heard him continue: "But I don't have much experience..."

There is nothing in the hotel, it is impossible for Qin Fangcong to do anything to him.

Besides, Yang Fengyu is as green as a high school student, not to mention going further, his whole body will go limp with just a kiss.

Qin Fangcong sighed softly and opened a crack.

Yang Fengyu's head protruded from that slit, and his eyes swept over quickly, the pink color on his cheeks that hadn't faded became more obvious, and he shrank back.

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong called him, "don't force yourself."

"Who said I was reluctant!" Yang Fengyu opened the door and stepped in, his eyes didn't know where to put them, they could only fall on the tattoo that spread to his collarbone.

It seems that this is the first time Yang Fengyu has seen the whole picture of this tattoo.

It's a tree, but it's clearly been engineered for strength and beauty.

If Yang Fengyu thinks that many rappers' tattoos are like the symbols of big brothers in society, then Qin Fangcong's tattoo is like a work of art, very beautiful.

"Does it hurt?" Yang Fengyu changed the subject and asked, pointing to his tattoo.

Qin Fangcong shook his head, then pinched his cheek again, "You will feel pain."

It sounded weird to say this, and Yang Fengyu thought about it again.

"Who tattooed you?" Yang Fengyu couldn't help asking, "Did you take off your clothes when you got the tattoo?"

Qin Fangcong let out a muffled laugh and raised his eyebrows: "Take it off."

Yang Fengyu immediately became alert, looked at each other for two seconds and then felt childish, "I'm not jealous, don't think too much about it."

Qin Fangcong didn't speak, but stared straight at him, with dangerous signals hidden in his eyes.

The bathroom space is not large, and there is a small table specially used to put clothes, it is very cramped for two people standing together.

It wasn't hot at first, but Yang Fengyu's face became more and more red.

Yang Fengyu's gaze couldn't help but glance down quickly, and then suddenly retracted.

This is too fucking exaggerated!

Yang Fengyu was a little at a loss, it seemed that it was not very polite to arrest him while chatting so awkwardly, and it was a little strange that he couldn't explain it.

When Qin Fangcong helped him, how did he do it?

It's a pleasure to patronize, but I don't remember it at all.

Yang Fengyu looked away, and was attracted by the neat but not exaggerated eight-pack abs, swallowing hard.

"Yang Fengyu." Qin Fangcong shouted.

"Huh?" Yang Fengyu suddenly raised his head, his whole face was red, and he was wearing a pure white T-shirt, which made it more obvious.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Help, help you."

Qin Fangcong took a step towards him, his upper body was almost pressed together, he leaned slightly and asked, "How can I help you?"

With the slightest bit of enthusiasm, Yang Fengyu's body was numb on half of his body, his eyes slid down, he glanced down, and then looked back into his eyes, "You, don't you know what you are asking!"

Qin Fangcong leaned against his forehead and chuckled, bowed his head and kissed it.

With these two days of practice, Yang Fengyu finally no longer froze, but he hadn't learned the "reciprocity" yet, so he just opened his mouth slightly to cater.

Kissing Qin Fangcong feels particularly good, only he knows.

……

The shower above the head was turned on, and the water that was not too hot poured down. Yang Fengyu was carried into Qin Fangcong's arms, and said tremblingly, "Don't, don't take cold showers all the time, you'll catch a cold easily."

Qin Fangcong turned up the temperature of the shower with his backhand, and the water washed away the stickiness on the two of them, making Yang Fengyu a little unsteady.

After taking a shower, Yang Fengyu said solemnly, "Let's discuss something."

"Say."

Yang Fengyu wiped off the water stains on his body, and managed to calm down his breathing, "Tomorrow, the recording schedule is very full, we can't be overindulged like this."

"En." Qin Fangcong was also sure.

If this continues, his proud self-control will be unbearable.

"My control is not as good as yours, so! I'd better go to sleep during this time!!" Yang Fengyu's tone was firm, but there was a bit of reluctance in his eyes.

Qin Fangcong didn't stop him, but leaned against the wall, watching him pack all his things into his backpack, and hug his puppy pillow again.

"Then I'm going down!" Yang Fengyu turned around and said, "Are you really going?"

Qin Fangcong, who hadn't responded all this time, made a move, sighed softly, stepped forward and pinched the back of Yang Fengyu's neck, and kissed him lightly.

"Goodnight kiss."

Even though they were only a few floors away, Yang Fengyu inexplicably felt even more reluctant, and hugged Qin Fangcong's waist without saying a word.

It's a bit hypocritical, is everyone like this when they fall in love?

"It will be over soon," Qin Fangcong rubbed the back of Yang Fengyu's head, "Move down when you get home, and sleep with me."

"really?"

Yang Fengyu raised his head, his eyes sparkled.

"Ah."

"Does that mean I don't need to charge my rent!" Yang Fengyu's focus shifted, and Qin Fangcong pinched his face, "I'm just kidding."

Qin Fangcong pressed Yang Fengyu's forehead, and asked softly, "Send you off?"

"Why so close! I'm leaving!" Yang Fengyu later realized that he was funny, but he didn't sleep together at night, making it as if he hadn't seen each other.

Qin Fangcong didn't force himself, so he stood at the door and watched him.

Yang Fengyu walked a few steps, then turned around suddenly, and ran towards him all the way.

Qin Fangcong thought he didn't bring something, just about to say something, Yang Fengyu put his arms around his neck, and kissed him firmly on the cheek: "Good night!"

"Good night."

In the next few days, Yang Fengyu has been busy recording the program and going through the process, and has gone through several rehearsals.

Qin Fangcong came every time and sat facing the stage, but Yang Fengyu communicated with the director from the beginning, and did not sing the adapted version during the rehearsal, but only checked the camera and stage lighting.

In the last rehearsal, Yang Fengyu sang the adapted lyrics.

The choreographer asked him in the audience, aren't you afraid of misremembering the words?

Yang Fengyu sat by the stage, looked in Qin Fangcong's direction, "It can't be wrong."

Tonight is the official recording, and he will make this secret feeling public to the world.

The whole world knows it's a love song.

But only Qin Fangcong and Yang Fengyu knew the feelings hidden behind the song.

This is their "Private Romance".