Rubbing my heat, okay?

How does it feel to have too much inner drama?

That is, your ex-boyfriend obviously just wants to come to your house for dinner, but you have even thought about what clothes he should wear at night, what towels to use, and what toothbrush to use.

It's when you go downstairs and buy pajamas, towels, and a toothbrush like an idiot when you don't know if he's going to stay overnight.

When Fei Yan carried these things upstairs, he felt his head was kicked by a donkey or a horse.

Really stupid.

He looked at the bag in his hand and subconsciously tightened his hands.

This thing must be taken back and hidden away, and must not be seen by Qi Xian, otherwise... it might as well be hit to death.

After Fei Yan went upstairs to hide his things, he went out of the room and found that Zhang Lin was heating up the dishes.

Zhang Lin saw him and waved to him: "Xiaoyan, come here."

"What are you doing?" Fei Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked over with his slippers on, "Do you need my help?"

"Come on," Zhang Lin said as he took off the microwave oven gloves to him, "Heat the rest of the dishes. I'll leave when I have something to do."

"Why are you going?" Fei Yan put on his gloves, "Wouldn't it be nice to eat together here?"

"Qi Xian obviously wants to talk to you about something personal," Zhang Lin blinked, "I won't meddle here."

Fei Yan looked at Zhang Lin as if looking at a stranger, his eyes were full of complicated and unspeakable emotions.

"Brother Lin, since when have you been so considerate?" Fei Yan asked.

"...Fuck, I've always been considerate of others, okay?" Zhang Lin said, waved to him, went to the door to change his shoes, closed the door and left.

"boom--"

The living room suddenly became quiet.

Only the sound of the microwave oven was left.

Fei Yan looked at the unfinished dishes and sighed softly.

Fuck, and kinda fucking nervous.

How does it feel to think too much?

That is, you have already gone downstairs to your ex-boyfriend, and you are still thinking about whether your clothes are suitable for you, and whether your ex-boyfriend thinks you are handsome in today's outfit.

It's just that I have decided to go straight to it, but I don't know if my ex-boyfriend will like this way, so I didn't even think about the opening line of going straight to it.

Fei Yan lived in a very ordinary residential building, Qi Xian wore a baseball cap, he looked up at the floor where Fei Yan lived, hesitated for a long time before making up his mind to go up.

When standing at Feiyan's door, Qi Xian subconsciously pushed down his baseball cap, stared at the cat's eyes for a long time, and then gently put his hand on the doorbell.

The index finger trembled a little, and I couldn't press it several times.

Gee.

Fuck, what are you talking about.

Qi Xian exhaled heavily, aimed at the doorbell and pressed it.

"Ding-dong-"

Ring!

Qi Xian!Did you hear that!

Doorbell rang!

It's ringing! ! !

Hearing the voice, Qi Xian looked around subconsciously, and suddenly ran away urgently.

There was movement in the house.

Qi Xian stepped on his right foot with his left foot.

Qi Xian looked down at the footprints on his white sneakers, pinched himself hard, shit, is he a man?

He quickly sorted out his manner and expression.

stand at attention!Take it easy!

Very good, student Qi's every movement is perfect!

Just wait for classmate Fei to check it out!

The footsteps in the room became more and more distinct.

……

"Crack-"

The door opened.

Four eyes facing each other.

Fei Yan looked at him, smiled, and spoke first, "Come in."

"... Ah," Qi Xian nodded, and returned to his usual appearance. He entered the door to change his shoes, saw the dishes on the table, and said in surprise, "This... you made it?"

"No way," Fei Yan waved his hand, "Zhang Lin probably made such a big table in advance knowing you were coming."

"Where's Zhang Linren?" Qi Xian walked to the table, "I didn't see him."

Hearing this, Fei Yan felt a little embarrassed for a moment. When he thought of Zhang Lin's 'private matter', Fei Yan felt a little speechless. He coughed twice: "The company has something to do, so let's go first."

"...Oh," Qi Xian lowered his head and said softly, "I thought you did it."

The light in the living room was a bit dim, the two sat opposite each other, you and I ate our meals with one chopstick, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was subtle and awkward.

Halfway through the meal, Qi Xian still couldn't help it anymore. He put down his chopsticks, let out a sigh of relief, looked at Fei Yan and said softly: "Are you today... Ask me if I want to fry CP with you?"

"Huh?" Fei Yan raised his head in surprise, then smiled awkwardly, his eyes wandering, "...Ah, ah, it seems so."

"I don't fire because I think it's not good for you," Qi Xian licked his lips, "If fired, you will be attacked on a large scale."

Fei Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

At this time, he could have nodded, and then laughed and made two jokes to get this matter out of the way.But now, as if being choked by someone, he could only produce a few tones back and forth, he looked at Qi Xian, and asked in a low voice: "What... do you mean?"

"I don't want you to be attacked," Qi Xian looked at him for a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, so gentle that it was impossible to refuse, "I feel sorry for you."

Fei Yan felt his heart explode.

Classmate Fei!Do you know what situation you are facing now? !

Qi Xian!That person who loves to pretend, is serious, and you have been chasing after college for a long time!

Saying I love you!

Fei Yan swallowed.

Fei Yan had thought about whether Qi Xian still likes him before. At that time, he thought that for Qi Xian's family and Qi Xian's career, it would be absolutely impossible for him to speak up on his own initiative, and it would be absolutely impossible for him to get back together.

But he never expected that Qi Xian would take the initiative to tell him this.

Accident, surprise, contradiction, uneasiness...

All kinds of moods that seemed impossible to appear at the same time were mixed together.

Fei Yan stared at Qi Xian for a long time, and finally made a sound: "Your mother..."

"My mother didn't care about me for a long time," Qi Xian walked to his side, "She has no objection to me having a boyfriend."

Fei Yan shook his head, trying to clear himself up as much as possible: "You're the traffic...you're the top, it's not good if you're discovered."

Fei Yan himself didn't know what he was talking about, he just felt that he was a little slurred and didn't understand what he was saying, in short, he was a little dizzy.

Qi Xian squatted down, raised his head and smiled at Fei Yan: "Do you know why I entered this industry?"

"why?"

"Because..." Qi Xian took Fei Yan's hand, "That way, you can see me."

I don't want to be in the limelight at all, I just want you to see it.

Said Qi Xian half-jokingly said: "Even if I don't do this, I'm still rich."

Still wanting to say something, Qi Xian suddenly froze, all the words were held in his throat, and he couldn't even utter a syllable.

Fei Yan suddenly squatted down and bit his neck.

As if he had enough bites, Fei Yan let go, and put his chin on Qi Xian's shoulder, and said softly: "I am a person who can shine when given a little sunshine, and I don't think about things well enough. I was always afraid of delays before. You, but now that these factors are gone, then you should think about it, you have confessed to me... I am going to rely on you to death."

Qi Xian kissed Fei Yan's ear tip: "Then, try?"