AA mutual teasing notes

Yan Qi is still sick.

When dragging the man into the bed, Ye Yang suddenly realized this.

He couldn't control the force of his hand and pulled it a little hard. Yan Qi rolled over and fell to the head of the bed with his back facing him.

As soon as Ye Yang raised his eyes, he saw the clean lines on the back of his neck and the slightly shiny water marks on his skin.

Chairman Yan is a fastidious person, he donated his neck to his brothers and knew how to wash it in the bathroom first.

Ye Yang let out a muffled laugh, his forehead resting on the bare skin of Yan Qi's shoulder, and the brush of black hair tickled him very much.

When Yan Qi heard him laugh, he wanted to pull up his shirt and drive Ye Yang out again.

Before making a move, Ye Yang put his palm on his forehead first: "Ah Qi, you still seem to have a fever."

"It's okay, I can still bear it."

Yan Qi feels very strange now.

Ye Yang buried him on his shoulder from behind, and the gesture of wrapping his hands forward was a bit like hugging, although it was not that intimate.

He pulled Ye Yang's arm off and urged: "Hurry up, I'm sleepy."

Ye Yang raised his head.

From this angle, he could see Yan Qi's side face, his lips were very pale, a little pale, obviously not feeling well.

In fact, if you leave the dormitory directly, you don't have to take a bite.

Just as Ye Yang was about to let go, he suddenly caught sight of Yan Qi's eyelids and lightly lifted them.

Although Yan Qi's expression was very calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed that he was actually a little nervous.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yang pressed his lips to the skin on the back of his neck, his eyes still stayed on the side of Yan Qi's face, and saw his eyelashes trembling and his eyelids drooping.

Obviously not as calm as he appeared.

... If he bites down hard, what expression will he have?

The moment this idea came to mind, Ye Yang frowned, closed his eyes, let go and pushed Yan Qi away: "Okay, go back to bed and sleep."

Yan Qi: "..."

He raised his hand and pressed the skin on the side of his neck.

There wasn't even a stamp on it.

Is this fucking good?

As an Alpha, Yan Qi knew very well what kind of strength Ye Yang should really vent.

He had just been in the bathroom for so long to give himself time to prepare himself mentally, but the man just touched him lightly—it was a thunderstorm with little rain.

Yan Qi took a deep breath, suppressed the anger caused by physical discomfort, turned his head and pushed Ye Yang who had just got up and got out of bed, pressed him on top of him, and asked seriously: "The bite is so light, did you not eat? "

Ye Yang: "..."

Yan Qi's facial features are the kind of handsome that can't be faulted. He usually has a calm expression, and he probably doesn't know how seductive his eyes are when he stares at people so closely.

There was a little impatience in his eyes, probably because he was angry because he couldn't sleep because of the noise these two days.

Ye Yang looked at him.

He thought Ah Qi should not know.

Even between good brothers, one party may not have a completely pure friendship for the other.

Ye Yang lowered his eyes and turned his face away, but Yan Qi stretched out his hand to pull it back, and patted the side of his face lightly, the tip of his nose was almost touching him: "Ye Yang, you..."

Before Yan Qi finished speaking, Ye Yang suddenly turned over and pressed him down, covering his mouth from behind.

On Wednesday, Chairman Yan did not come to the classroom for class again.

The number of people counted in the first class of the second year of high school was the same as usual, because Ye Yang, who was usually absent, came.

Seeing him sitting in the seat next to Yan Qi, Shen Qing boldly went over and asked, "President asked for leave today?"

Ye Yang nodded, rummaged through Yan Qi's drawer, and asked, "What's the class in the morning?"

"Physics, mathematics."

Ye Yang dug out the textbooks of these two courses and found a black gel pen.

Shen Qing was a little curious: "God Ye, are you still taking notes?"

And judging by his posture, it seems that he wants to record it in the president's textbook.

Ye Yang hummed: "Ah Qi can't come, I'll listen for him."

Shen Qing: "!!!"

He tried his best to control his expression: "What's wrong with him, President? Ill? Is it serious?"

You must know that Yan Qi has never asked for leave since he entered school, and this time he asked for a day or two.

Ye Yang twirled the pen with his slender fingers, remembering Ah Qi's slightly broken expression when he pulled his collar left and right in front of the mirror in the morning and found that no matter how he pulled it, he couldn't cover his teeth marks.

He smiled lightly and said, "It's not serious."

"...Oh, oh." Shen Qing was flattered to hear him talking to herself with a smile, "That's good, that's good."

After Shen Qing left, Lin Jiayu happened to collect his homework and received it here.

He organized the conversation in advance, and when he walked to the table, he said in a low voice: "God Ye, thank you for what happened the night before yesterday, and thank the president for sending me back to the dormitory... Is the president feeling unwell these two days?"

Ye Yang glanced at him: "Yes."

"Ah..." Lin Jiayu hesitated, and said, "Then can you please bring me something for him? I'm an Omega, and I can't enter your dormitory."

Ye Yang nodded, Lin Jiayu quickly ran back to his seat, and brought a beautifully packaged box: "I wanted to thank the president face to face, but the chocolate might melt after two days..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Yang took the chocolate box and stuffed it into the drawer, saying, "Yes, I will give it to him."

Lin Jiayu said ah, and slowly closed his mouth.

He felt that Ye Yang didn't want to talk to him.

But that's true, it's rare for God Ye to appear in the classroom, so he can't expect too much.

Lin Jiayu withdrew his gaze, raised his legs and was about to leave, when he saw two heads poking through the back door of the classroom.

It was a girl from the class next door, who came to deliver candy and milk tea to President Yan.

Ye Yang took it with ease, and stuffed it in a drawer: "I know, I will give it to him."

It is exactly the same as what I just said to Lin Jiayu.

Lin Jiayu: "..."

It turned out that God Ye came over early in the morning to collect presents for President Yan and got annoyed, so he just ignored him.

He said "ah" and returned to his seat.

Shen Qing poked him with a pen: "Why are you sighing? What did you say to God Ye?"

Lin Jiayu told him what happened just now.

Then he sighed: "You said, Ye Shen, as a good brother, is troubled by accepting gifts from the president. Will the future partner of the president drink vinegar every day and make himself sour?"

"No way." Shen Qing said, "If our president talks about a girlfriend, he will definitely keep a distance from other members of the opposite sex."

"That's right." Lin Jiayu smiled, "However, the sex is too rigid, maybe it's a boyfriend."

Shen Qing was taken aback: "You mean..."

Lin Jiayu: "Me."

Shen Qing: "..."

"You'd better pull it down, the flat peach tree has been eaten dry by you."

The first session in the morning is physics.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the sky was gloomy. The incandescent lamps in the classroom flickered on and off, making people drowsy.

Ye Yang rested his chin in one hand and turned his pen with the other, jotting down one or two knowledge points from time to time.

His test scores are among the top three in his year, of course it doesn't mean he doesn't really study.

I just feel that it is too boring to come to the classroom to listen to the lectures. Many simple knowledge points are said back and forth several times, which is a waste of time.

Usually, Yan Qi would bring the notes and exercises back to him after class.

They have similar learning abilities, and Yan Qi's notes are the most effective for him.

The reverse is also true.

The physics teacher's voice was very hypnotic. Ye Yangqiang kept his energy up and did not fall asleep. He was a little distracted when he listened to it.

The mark was left on the back of Yan Qi's neck yesterday, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw it afterwards.

too deep.

During the whole process, Yan Qi was covered by his mouth, and he didn't say a word.

After he let go, he saw that Yan Qi was a little unsteady standing, and wanted to go over to help him.

Yan prayed to let him go.

The last time I heard Yan Qi say this word, it seemed to be in elementary school.

They just met at that time.

Yan Qi Elementary School is very outstanding in the class, and he is similar, but a little naive.

It is manifested in deliberately bullying Yan Qi, trying to get his attention.

Yan Qi ignored him at first, but then he was bullied so badly that he pushed him to the ground with his backhand and beat him up, telling him to get out——Ye Yang didn't fight that hard when he was a child.

Of course, no one dared to beat him.

Except Ah Qi.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" The physics teacher on the podium suddenly turned up the volume, "How can you sleep at this age? Wake up for me!"

The classmate at the front desk rubbed his eyes and got up from the table, and even yawned.

Ye Yang came back to his senses and found that he had written the word "pray" on the page without knowing when.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then blacked it out into a horizontal and vertical square.

Then he pointed his phone at the textbook and took a photo.

Yan Qi was buying ointment at the pharmacy and was scanning the QR code to pay when Ye Yang's message popped up.

It's a meme: Some classes are like batteries, one class is longer than six.

Followed by a picture, is the textbook of physics class.

Yan Qi knew that their physics teacher's lectures were really easy to make people fall asleep.

He thought of the picture of Ye Yang sitting in the classroom so sleepy, the corners of his mouth raised a little.

Then click on the big picture to see, the smile gradually disappeared.

— the dog was scribbling in his textbook again.

Sunday.

At eight o'clock, Ye Yang changed his sneakers, tied his shoes and confirmed to Yan Qi for the third time: "Are you really going?"

It was Ye Yang's birthday on Monday, and Ye Yuanzhou asked him to go home for dinner one day earlier.

Yan Qi sat at the head of the bed, wearing a pleated shirt with only two buttons fastened, and the muscle lines of his chest and abdomen were faintly visible.

He stared at the phone without lifting his eyelids: "No."

"……Oh."

Ye Yang walked to the door, turned back, and said under his breath, "Ah Qi."

"?"

"It's really better not to wear your shirt like this."

Yan Qi looked down, his cold fingers moved away from the phone screen, and put on the buttons.

Ye Yang thought that he was going to buckle two more buckles to respect himself, but seeing Yan Qi untie and take off his shirt very neatly, he threw the shirt onto the washing machine hood.

The sculpted figure is unobstructed.

You can vaguely see the red mark on the side of the neck that has not completely disappeared.

Ye Yang: "..."

He felt that there was no need to be so frank between brothers.

"Not yet." Yan Qi looked up at him.

Ye Yang closed the door with a bang.

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, Yan Qi drooped his eyes, and typed a few words on his mobile phone to send:

He's gone, come here.

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Life is not easy, God Ye sighed