The seven years between me and Zha Gong

"Teacher, are you okay?" Fang Qiyan walked up to him and said, "Your face is so red."

"Well, I'm a little hypoxic, and my face is so hot." Lan Weiyu covered her cheeks, her eyes were foggy, and she looked confused and cute. Fang Qiyan raised her hand and stroked Lan Weiyu's cheek. Fang Qiyan's hand was cold, and his tone Gentle: "Is this better?" 1

"Well, it's better..." Lan Weiyu's face was indeed not so hot.

"Then why is your face still so red?" Fang Qiyan frowned, he saw a little paper protruding from Lan Weiyu's pocket, Fang Qiyan took out the paper and said, "Teacher, what is this? Scratch paper?"

"Fang Qiyan, give it back to me!" Lan Weiyu blushed and rushed to grab it. Fang Qiyan unfolded the crumpled paper and saw the thin back of a young man painted on it.

Fang Qiyan's eyes were deep, and he whispered, "Did you draw me?"

Lan Weiyu's face turned redder, he stretched out his hand to snatch it, and muttered: "No, I didn't draw you..." Fang Qiyan raised his hand high, Lan Weiyu stood on tiptoe, sweat broke out on his forehead , Fang Qiyan held the paper high, and the shorter Lan Weiyu couldn't reach it at all. Lan Weiyu stood on tiptoe vigorously, Fang Qiyan lowered his head on purpose, their lips touched and let out a "chirp!", Lan Weiyu Covering her mouth, she blushed and looked at him.

Fang Qiyan smirked, raised the paper, and said, "Do you still want it? Teacher."

"I want..." Lan Weiyu blushed so helplessly, Fang Qiyan pinched Lan Weiyu's chin, kissed his lips, tossing and lingering... Lan Weiyu closed her eyes tightly, her shoulders trembling slightly.

After the kiss was over, Fang Qiyan chuckled in Lan Weiyu's ear: "The teacher said I want more." "You clearly know that I didn't mean that...!" Lan Weiyu struggled, trying to push Fang Qiyan away, but Fang Qiyan was tight She hugged him tightly, kissed his ear, and said, "Teacher, are you short of money recently?"

Lan Weiyu was taken aback for a moment, and said, "There is no shortage."

"If you're short of money, the teacher will tell me, you know?" For some reason, Fang Qiyan felt joy and love when he hugged this thin young man, but Lan Weiyu felt very harsh when he heard his words.

Lan Weiyu gently pushed Fang Qiyan away, and said in a firm tone, "I said it, I'm not short of money."