Double A sequelae

Fan walked too fast, and every time he missed it by a little bit.

Not scientific.

Qi Jue thought.

I am at the same table 183

I 185

I am obviously two centimeters taller than my deskmate, so how could I not walk as fast as him.

He couldn't figure it out, after the third failed attempt to grasp the hand, Qi Jue glanced at Jian Fan's long legs, and suddenly a thunderbolt came from the blue.

Is it!

Could it be that my legs are short!

So, is this the truth?

He looked at his legs wanting to cry without tears, and then glanced at Jian Fan's legs, feeling ashamed for an instant.

Jian Fan couldn't hear the movement, so he glanced back, just in time to see Qi Jue's gray face after a series of unpredictable changes, he really didn't understand what kind of demon this person was.He walked back a few steps condescendingly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qi Jue raised his head in despair, his heart collapsed and at the same time he made up his mind to hide this shortcoming of himself to death.

"It's nothing..." Qi Jue walked over a few steps, but instead of standing side by side with Jian Fan, he took a step back, "Let's go, go to the fountain."

"Why are you so far away from me all of a sudden?"

"Ah? Is there...! No, your illusion."

Because of the holiday, the water in the fountain has stopped, and the peach trees on both sides are not mature yet, only half-green young peaches.

Jian Fan sat on the fence, watching Qi Jue stepping back and forth under the peach tree on one side, bowing his head and wondering what he was thinking. He looked at it for a while, and couldn't help frowning: "You came here to feed the mosquitoes?"

Qi Jue didn't answer his words, and after a while he suddenly raised his head, "What time is it?"

Jian Fan was puzzled, and glanced at his phone: "11:58, what's wrong?"

"It's still a while," Qi Jue put a finger on his lips, "Shh, don't talk first."

what is he

Jian Fan was puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions. He looked at Qi Jue's half-hidden side face in the dark, and some thoughts were eager to come out of his mind.

“5、4、3、2、1”

Jian Fan counted silently, and the last syllable came back to his heart. The place where Qi Jue was standing was suddenly bright, flickering, and the dark green light illuminated the entire peach forest.

Qi Jue walked towards him amidst the fireflies, with a green-haired and red-billed parrot standing on his shoulder.

"Jian Fan," he said seriously and earnestly, "Happy birthday."

It was only then that Jian Fan remembered that tomorrow seemed to be his birthday.

Birthday.

oh no,

It's past twelve o'clock.

Today is his birthday.

Qi Jue's eyes were originally dark, but now they are so deep that they seem to be sucking people in.

The parrot flew up, circled around Jian Fan, finally pecked at his arm, and opened its mouth to spit out something in Jian Fan's palm.

Jian Fan lowered his eyes and looked over.

It's a silver men's ring.

"Brother Jue..."

Qi Jue's face was a little red, and he scratched his hair in embarrassment, "My aesthetic line has always been very low, and I don't know if you like this ring, the lock and key necklace I gave you last time was seen by my sister , laughed for a long time...I...have prepared this ring for a long time, but..."

"like."

Jian Fan suddenly interrupted him and said, "I like it."

He picked up the ring in his palm and handed it to Qi Jue, "Brother Jue, won't you put it on for me?"

"Ah?" Qi Jue didn't know if it was because of nervousness, but his reaction was always slow, "Oh!"

Jian Fan's hands are beautiful, with long joints, and his cold white complexion has a jade-like texture in the fireflies. Qi Jue lowered his head and kissed the finger with the ring on his lips, "Although you haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet age, but with this ring on, you are mine."

He leaned next to Jian Fan's ear: "I've decided on you in advance."

Jian Fan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Let's go," Qi Jue moved half an inch away, and returned to his usual idle look, "Otherwise, the cake at home will be gone."

……

When Jian Fan woke up, it was already the next day.

The white quilt was wrapped around his body, which was darkened a few degrees by the cold white skin, and he struggled to move his body.

pain.

Subtle pain.

"At the same table, don't make trouble," Qi Jue put a bracelet around his waist, and put the portrait around his arms, "Sleep for a while."

The physical discomfort made him extremely irritable, Jian Fan stretched out his foot and kicked to the side, and said coldly: "Sleep fart, I'm hungry."

"I..." Qi Jue just came to his senses at this moment, and before he could utter the words, he turned a corner when he saw who was next to him, "I... cook for you."

Jian Fan looked at him coldly: "Is the food you cook edible?"

"Then..." Qi Jue said, "Shall I order you a takeaway?"

"You...are you still in pain?" Qi Jue got dressed and got out of bed, poured a glass of water and put it beside the bed, and looked at Jian Fan worriedly.

Jian Fan leaned towards him.

It's just nonsense.

He looked at him indifferently: "How about you try?"

"It's not impossible to try," Qi Jue sat on the edge of the bed, and said bitterly, "It's just this pheromone mark..."

It's just that this pheromone mark is irreversible.

Otherwise, the two will bear double the pain.

Of course Jian Fan knew this truth, but he just said it casually. He glanced at Qi Jue and suddenly thought of something, "What do you mean when you said that your legs are not short last night?"

The man looked at his legs,

He looked at his legs again and groaned for a long time.

"Huh?" Qi Jue was taken aback, "Ah, that's the one..."

In the end, Qi Jue failed to keep the secret she swore to keep, and confessed everything to Jian Fan.

Jian Fan glanced at those straight long legs, wondering why this guy's brain circuit was so strange.

He said mockingly: "You walk slowly not because you have short legs!"

Qi Jue: "What is that?"

"Because you're coquettish, Brother Jue."

Your biggest problem is thinking too much.

Qi Jue: "..."

Fine.

This reason is not so difficult to accept.

Since it's a show, let's be a show.

"Wait!" Jian Fan's quilt fell off suddenly, revealing bright red traces between his collarbones, "Qi Jue, are you going to hug me again?"

"Sofa, kitchen, study, I haven't tried it yet." Qi Jue said a bit aggrieved.

Jian Fan: "..."

He was wrong.

He shouldn't have said Qi Juesao.

Seeing that Jian Fan's expression changed, Qi Jue decided not to tease him anymore, "Where else can I go, take a shower!"

Jian Fan's expression relaxed.

The corner of Qi Jue's mouth curled into an evil arc.

Try the bathroom too.