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"Cough..." Qu asked in a small voice, "Do you mind?"

Jin Yuan took his hand: "I've said so, of course I don't mind."

Qu Yi followed him, his hands were wrapped in warmth and generosity, he looked at Jin Yuan's back, feeling like being taken home by him.

"Our base doesn't have many other things. There are many rooms, including the third floor and the first floor," Jin Yuan said, "except for a small dark room."

"What is a small black house?"

Jin Yuan looked back at him and raised his eyebrows: "It's the place where I have sex with you every day."

Qu Yi smiled: "That should be called a small black room, and all liars should be locked in it."

Jin Yuan opened the door, and Qu Yi poked his head in from behind. As expected, it was messy.

The tablet on the computer table is stacked with game books, the Switch is placed on the gaming chair, and the mouse, keyboard and PS4 are randomly squeezed together in front of the desktop.

The bed is better, no quilt.

Jin Yuan never folded the quilt, it was like this in his own nest, and it was the same when he lived in Qu Yi's nest.

"It's not cleaned up," Jin Yuan hung the clothes on the back of the chair on the hanger, "but I don't think you will mind."

Qu Yi shook the corner of his mouth: "I'm used to it."

Jin Yuan approached him: "If there is a house with good sound insulation and close to your company, but there are more people living in the building, what do you think?"

No matter how slow Qu Yi's reaction was, he knew he was referring to the 2UTen base.

"It's not suitable for me to live here," Qu Yi hurriedly made excuses, "You are easy to be called by others."

Jin Yuan looked down at him: "Your schedule is different from ours, and it doesn't affect each other. I just rented you a room. Chi Da is quite reasonable. Last year, her girlfriend's younger brother also lived upstairs for more than a month." He smiled, "Although she is an ex-girlfriend now."

The tip of his nose was about to touch Qu Yi, and his breath was warm on Qu Yi's lips: "You live here, okay?"

Qu Yi's Adam's apple rolled, subconsciously telling himself that he wanted to refuse, but Jin Yuan's hoarse voice seemed to have breathtaking magic power, and his body temperature was like a heat wave when he approached.

He took a step back: "I, I'll think about it."

"Then you little head," Jin Yuan took a step towards him and patted his head, "Think faster."

"I know, I know." Qu Yi took another two steps back, his leg was tripped by the edge of the bed, he fell down, and immediately stood up reflexively, and hurriedly said, "I feel that it's getting late, take me back Bar."

Jin Yuan suppressed a smile: "Yes."

He didn't say much along the way, except to answer Jin Yuan with "um" and "oh", Qu Yi spent most of the time looking out of the car window.

"You don't have to send me in, I can walk the school way with my eyes closed," Qu Yi said.

"Okay, go to bed early that night." Jin Yuan glanced at him, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"...Oh," he nodded in place, and finally bent down, "drive carefully."

"Ah."

Qu Yi walked into the corner, came back again, watched Jin Yuan's car drive away, then turned around and stopped at the same spot.

Living at the 2UTen base... This is something he can't even imagine.

Although he and Jin Yuan lived together for the entire winter vacation, after all, Jin Yuan is on his territory, and it is only natural for him to take care of Jin Yuan, but now that he lives on Jin Yuan's territory, there is an inexplicable feeling of cohabitation .

Especially after Jin Yuan frankly came out, there seemed to be a gap in his heart.

All winds blow against him.

He lowered his head and changed direction to the teaching building.

Everyone in the studio left in a hurry, and he moved his easel out from the corner.

He was frightened and wanted to get closer.

The studio will not turn off the lights, it is still cold after the year, the doors and windows are closed, and the heating in the room is fully turned on, so Qu Yi rolled up his sweater on his elbows.

There was silence around, at [-]:[-], everyone had left, Qu Yi looked at the outline of Jin Yuan on the canvas, gently put down his hand holding the paintbrush, and looked for photos of their winter vacation on his mobile phone.

Neither of them likes to take pictures very much, but when they are together, Qu Yi always likes to use the camera to take pictures of Jin Yuan's sloppy appearance, and then use it as a threat from time to time.

Although it doesn't work.

The photo is light gray, Jin Yuan is buried in the quilt and pillow, only half of his face is exposed, and his hair is messy on his eyelids.

Qu Yi bent his mouth unconsciously, and flicked the picture again. The next picture was Jin Yuan wearing an apron and scalding mutton for him in a hot pot restaurant. There were still smiles in his eyes, probably because he disliked himself for pretending to have a backache and be lazy.

He sighed, leaned on the back of the chair, stared at the natural energy-saving lamps in the studio, and slowly lost his mind.

He thought about it for three days.

The school forum was full of turmoil. Some young and ignorant elementary school girls secretly took pictures of Qu Yi from various angles and posted them on the forum to ask for information.

Because whenever he came to the studio, Qu Yi was always there, except for eating and sleeping, he spent all his time in the studio.

Occasionally, bold school girls would come over to give him various gifts on the grounds that they were worried about his fatigue. Qu Yi smiled and refused, but this mysterious trend gradually surged in the school.

After all, in school, if there is a well-known handsome guy who sits quietly in the studio at a fixed time every day, and does not need to spend time researching how to meet by chance, then many people must come to visit and check in.

This invisibly put pressure on Qu Yi. Although he was sitting in the corner of the last row, people close to him could still see him painting Jin Yuan. The painting was moved back to the dormitory.

He turned off the light in the studio, rubbed his spine and went out. When he strolled back to the bottom of the dormitory, there was a small whimpering sound from the shade on the left, which made his scalp numb.

It was too dark, and he could vaguely discern two figures, but there seemed to be some differences in their figures, and they should be a young couple.

The door of the dormitory building was closed, and he secretly asked the dormitory manager for the key, but the opening of the door must be loud now, and it might scare them both.

Qu Yihao stomped his feet vigorously, but there were two different male voices coming from under the tree.

A shy voice said, "Husband, there is someone!"

"It's okay," said a low voice.

Qu Yi took a deep breath, damn it, this is a young couple, or a same-sex couple!

On this dark, windy and murderous night in this month, he was caught by himself just like that.

A shy voice said: "I was seen by others!"

So Qu Yi immediately felt a sharp gaze.

The place where the young couple was standing happened to be where he and Jin Yuan had been standing, and Qu carefully moved up the stairs: "Passing by, passing by, brothers continue."

A shy voice said, "Who is your brother!"

"Ah...then what...a thousand cups of wine is too small for a bosom friend," Qu inserted a key in, "Brother and sister-in-law continue to do it."

Before Qu Yi closed the door, he heard the shy boy scold angrily: "Husband! He's bullying me!"

"..."

When he went upstairs, he was thinking, can same-sex couples also be called husband? It sounds weird, but for him, he would rather be called Jin Yuanbaba.

"..."

He stopped.

When, in his heart, he and Jin Yuan already had this kind of relationship.

Standing in the middle of the dormitory, he asked himself: "Do I like Jin Yuan?"

After 1 minute, he murmured and gave himself the answer.

"I like Jin Yuan."

I was a little flustered, but suddenly felt enlightened, as if all my questions had been answered.

Why would you rather shut yourself in the studio than go out to look at the house? Why can’t you refuse Jin Yuan’s invitation? name among them.

Why don't you mind him hugging yourself, don't mind him kissing yourself, don't mind sleeping with him, instead, want to be with him every day.

Even every minute.

The comprehension of this feeling was too slow, causing countless reasons in his mind to fall like dominoes, and finally shot into his heart with ease.

His brain is like a violently shaking soda bottle, and his restless nerves are like rising bubbles constantly swelling, being squeezed, bound by the bottle, and finally——

crackle.

Broken into a piece of froth, no longer able to resist.

Embracing the scorching and violent love, Qu Yi slowly fell asleep, feeling his soul floating in the dark night sky in a trance.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, the touch of the fingers is hot, the young man's breath and sweat collide, mixed with a little bit of residual smell of dead branches and leaves, spreading in the air.

Finally in the morning it turns into an ice cold.

Qu Yi stared at the ceiling for a long time before he ran into the toilet and changed all his pajamas with a guilty conscience.

Tomorrow is Monday, and he has to give Jin Yuan a reply.

One sentence has been modified several times, and finally I chose the simplest and most direct way: [I will live with you]

He felt that it was too early, and Jin Yuan should not have woken up yet, so he packed his luggage in advance and strolled to the studio to bring the painting back.

I didn't want to just go upstairs when I saw seven or eight people standing at the door of the public studio.

"Qu Yi is here."

"Ah... I'm going to be pissed off when I see this."

"I don't know who is so wicked. It's a pity that I have worked so hard to draw for a few days..."

"Maybe it's caused by the forum, people are here to draw well, those girls do tricks every day..."

Qu Yi frowned, excused them, and squeezed into the studio.

In the farthest corner, his easel stands alone, but there is no painting on it, and there is a piece of residue on the ground, with the painted side sticking to the blank side, and various colors are mixed together.

His paintings were torn up.

Even before tearing it off, it was messed up with a paintbrush.

His knuckles turned white from clenched fists, he stared coldly at the easel, squatted on the ground after 2 minutes, picked up all the remains, rolled them into a ball, and put them in the palm of his hand.

He didn't take anything, went directly from the teaching building, and pushed open the door of the monitoring room on the first floor.

Uncle Security was taken aback by him: "What are you doing!"

"I want to check the surveillance on the fifth floor. My painting was torn up." He released both hands and put them on the table.

Uncle Security gave a heartbroken "Ouch": "What's going on, have you offended someone? It hasn't happened for several years."

His fingers were tensed for a long time and trembled a little: "I want to see the monitoring from 01:30 last night to now."

"Find it yourself, the computer is for you." The security uncle patted his hand, "Don't be angry, these uncles will wrap you up with newspapers first, and arrest people, this is the evidence."

Qu Yi pressed the corner of his lips: "Thank you uncle."

He watched it at triple speed for more than two hours, and finally found that half an hour after the school building opened in the morning, someone appeared on the fifth floor.