Qin Zhiyuan and Qiao Fan

When he came back, Qiao Fan was looking at the top of his head with his eyes wide open, wondering what he was thinking.

Qin Zhiyuan got under the covers and sat halfway against the head of the bed. Qiao Fan leaned against him and said, "Uncle Qin, rub my head again."

Qin Zhiyuan rubbed his head with a smile, and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm mourning for my breast." Qiao Fan hugged Qin Zhiyuan's waist, put his hand in and kneaded it, "It's the first time it's gone like this."

"Silence in silence, would you like me to help you burn incense?" Qin Zhiyuan said.

"No, next time I fuck you, you can do it again." Qiao Fan also leaned his face on Qin Zhiyuan's chest, "I'm so happy next to you."

"This is the first time I feel happy," Qiao Fan said, "It's been 17 years, and I don't know what happiness is."

Qin Zhiyuan rubbed Qiao Fan's hair again but didn't answer.

"I've always longed for a happy family. It doesn't matter if I don't have a father. It doesn't matter if I'm poor or life is difficult. As long as my mother loves me, it's fine. But such a simple request has never been fulfilled." Qiao Fan continued, " Qin Zhiyuan, thank you very much."

"Uncle Qin, please give me a hug."

Qin Zhiyuan slid into the bed and lay down, hugging Qiao Fan, he probably likes him, this is the first time he loves someone so much, and he will feel his sadness and sadness deeply. ,

"Uncle Qin, let me be on it after the final exam." Qiao Fan looked up at Qin Zhiyuan.

"Well, okay." Qin Zhiyuan didn't know that his voice would be so gentle.

Qiao Fan smiled, like a child who stole candy, very happy.

During this period of getting along, Qin Zhiyuan could feel that Qiao Fan would be cautious when facing him, and he really wanted Qiao Fan to let him go.

He wanted to restrain himself so much, but he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid of hurting Qiao Fan's sensitive heart, so take it slowly.