leave my business alone

When I wake up, I find that the person I like is lying in my arms with disheveled clothes, hugging me, and rubbing against me. If there is no response to this, it can only mean that this man is not good.

But as a mature male high school student with excellent physical fitness, Qin Zigui felt that he was very good at it.

So I can't describe how I feel right now.

Anyway, he didn't dare to move around, he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the gun would go off and Sheng Yan would find out that something was wrong.

But if you don't move, it's a bit uncomfortable.

Xia Ye had hot flashes, and her pajamas were thin, so the hotness and touch of her skin was unavoidable, not to mention that Sheng Yan could be said to have no clothes on.

The buttons of the pajamas were inexplicably pulled down to the last two, and the silk-like clothes slid down, revealing the entire shoulders and most of the back, as well as the young man's thin and smooth waistline, and other parts of the waist Full arc.

Still hugging Qin Zigui's waist, with his head lying on his chest, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, it looked like Qin Zigui did something worse than a beast last night.

It would be fine if Qin Zigui really did something.

The problem is that in the past few days since he reconciled with Sheng Yan, he has avoided almost all possible places to avoid.

Every night when Sheng Yanlai sleeps on his bed, he will consciously go to sleep in another room, and when he can't sleep, he will do math problems. The more problems he does, the lower the temperature of the bath water will be.

Even before going to bed tonight, Qin Zigui deliberately moved to the edge of the bed, keeping the safest distance from Sheng Yan, just because he was afraid that if he didn't restrain himself, he would do something beyond the boundaries of brothers and make Sheng Yan feel uncomfortable .

As a result, he took all precautions, had a pure heart and abstinent desires, and had a pure six senses, but a certain person crawled into his arms naked and hugged him.

Qin Zigui just lowered his head for a glance, and his blood surged instantly, but he couldn't really do anything to him, so he could only hold back his anger, gritted his teeth and called out: "Sheng Yan!"

But anyone who can turn their heads a few more times can hear the desperate and dangerous breath suppressed in these words, and then consciously escape.

However, Sheng Yan's head is always so different. After hearing this, he just frowned, hugged Qin Zigui, and rubbed against Qin Zigui dissatisfiedly: "Don't be fierce, my head hurts."

The pronunciation was slurred, and the voice sounded like a child losing his temper. It seemed that Qin Zigui was really vicious.

So Qin Zigui took a breath and was blocked back abruptly.

He is still fierce?

Where is he so fierce?

As long as he is not a person, Sheng Yan can know what is really fierce.

However, anger turns to anger, speechlessness turns to speechlessness, and hatred turns to itching teeth. The instinct formed over the years still allowed Qin Zigui to grasp the key point immediately, and stretched out his hand to touch Sheng Yan's forehead: "Why does my head hurt?"

Sheng Yan's head was dizzy, he frowned, and shrank under the quilt: "I don't know, it just hurts and it's cold."

The skin of Qin Zigui's palm was pressed against Sheng Yan's forehead, it was a little hot, but not too obvious.

Thinking that Sheng Yan was drenched in the rain at night and slept so dishonestly, Qin Zigui frowned, lifted Sheng Yan off his body, wrapped Sheng Yan up with a quilt, then got up and turned on the light, ready to get out of bed .

Before Sheng Yan could react, he was wrapped up like a silkworm baby, only his head was exposed, and he looked at Qin Zigui in a daze: "What are you doing?"

"See if you have a fever." Qin Zigui pulled out a thermometer from the bedside, held it sideways to Sheng Yan's forehead and scanned it.

37.9, fortunately, it should be a common cold and fever.

"I'll make you a pack of cold medicine, take a nap before drinking, if you still feel uncomfortable after getting up, we'll go to the hospital." Qin Zigui's tone was as cold and rational as ever.

But Sheng Yan immediately discovered that his mood seemed to be a little bit wrong.

"Qin Zigui, are you unhappy?"

Sheng Yan thought it might be because he went out recklessly to catch thieves, but got caught in the rain and got a cold and fever, so Qin Zigui was a little unhappy, so he asked a question tentatively.

Qin Zigui was expressionless, put away the thermometer, and answered flatly: "No, don't think about it."

He was indeed not angry, he was simply panicked, he didn't dare to get too close to Sheng Yan, and he couldn't show it, so he seemed a little dull.

But Sheng Yan didn't think so.

Because under normal circumstances, when he was sick or injured, Qin Zigui would be very patient and considerate, and would speak softly, just like coaxing a child. Only when Sheng Yan was sick himself, Qin Zigui would use taciturn care to express Express your unhappiness.

So Qin Zigui must be angry.

Sheng Yan was very determined.

So when Qin Zigui came back with a cup of steaming cold granules, Sheng Yan wrapped himself in a quilt and sat up very consciously, reached out to take the cold granules, and coaxed honestly: "Qin Zigui, I know I was wrong, you Don't be unhappy, okay?"

The attitude is very sincere and the tone is very well-behaved.

But as soon as his hand stretched out to catch the cup, the quilt slipped off his shoulders naturally, and then the naked, shameless, unmasculine look inside was revealed again.

The point is that the impact is bigger on the front than on the back.

Qin Zigui, who had just calmed down a little, immediately tightened his fingers holding the cup, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Sheng Yan, put my clothes on for me."

Only then did Sheng Yan realize that his pajamas had fallen to his waist.

But he didn't feel anything, sat cross-legged on the bed, and slowly straightened up his pajamas. Halfway through, he took the time to touch his abdominal muscles and said with satisfaction: "Actually, I have a little bit, but Not as solid as yours, but still has a nice line, huh?"

As Sheng Yan spoke, he looked up at Qin Zigui, full of anticipation, like a straight guy in the gym trying to seek praise from his brother.

As soon as Qin Zigui opened his eyes, he saw Sheng Yan rubbing his white and thin waist back and forth with his fingertips, and looking at him expectantly, his breath suddenly stuck in his throat, almost killing himself.

As long as Sheng Yan is replaced by anyone else, Qin Zigui will have no doubts that this is deliberate seduction.

But this person is Sheng Yan, so Qin Zigui has reason to believe that he has absolutely no other ideas other than simply wanting to compare his abs.

But he didn't, doesn't mean others won't either.

As a healthy male high school student with eighteen bends in the mountain road, Qin Zigui didn't answer his question, but put the cup on the bedside table blankly, turned around and took out a thin blanket from the closet, and went out.

Sheng Yan hurriedly asked, "Where are you going with the blanket?"

Qin Zigui didn't even look back: "I'll go outside and sleep on the sofa."

"???"

Sheng Yan directly hit three question marks.

The sofa in his grandma's house is not the soft sofa at home, but a hard mahogany sofa. Can this sleep?

"Qin Zigui, just be honest, do you have any objections to me?" Sheng Yan finally couldn't hold back, and asked angrily.

Qin Zigui turned his head, and expressed his incomprehension with slightly raised brows.

Sheng Sheng said angrily: "You can count it yourself. How many days have I moved to your house? Which night did not sleep in your bed, but which night did you sleep with me? It's fine at home, after all, I Sleeping in your bed, you sleeping in my bed, it's reasonable, but this is at grandma's house, you would rather sleep with the wooden sofa than with me, tell yourself, do you have a problem with me?"

Qin Zigui: "..."

I don't have a problem with you, I have a problem with you being flirtatious or not.

After a brief silence.

Qin Zigui chose to tell the truth: "I don't."

"Then why don't you sleep with me? Am I smelly or am I snoring? I look so pleasing to the eye and sleep so elegantly and charmingly. Do you feel wronged by asking you to sleep with me?"

Sheng Yan was so straightforward and unreasonable as if he was a domineering hero who asked the little white flower heroine why she didn't want to obey him, he was domineering and even wronged, as if Qin Zigui had really done something wrong to him.

And Qin Zigui looked at the loose pajamas on him, recalled the sleeping position he threw himself into his arms just now, and listened to his repeated "I sleep so gracefully and charmingly", for the first time he understood what "mosquito-repellent incense met" Muscles, I can’t explain why.”

The straight man and him are the brain circuits of the two worlds.

So out of dual considerations for his own physical health and Sheng Yan's personal safety, Qin Zigui put on Sheng Yan's angry face and remained indifferent: "I can't sleep, I want to go out and do my math homework."

"...Qin Zigui! Do you think I'm stupid!"

Sheng Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stood up from the bed in a jiffy, ready to have a good fight with Qin Zigui.

As a result, because I had a cold and a fever, and was light-headed, I sat cross-legged just now, and my legs became a little numb, so I stood up aggressively.

There are mahogany beds in the old house, and there is no Simmons upholstery, so it will hurt if you really fall.

Qin Zigui, who was still expressionless, hurriedly took a step forward, grabbed Sheng Yan's wrist, and Sheng Yan instinctively grabbed his wrist back, but the air conditioner under his feet slipped forward along the mat. It was slippery, and Qin Zigui was caught off guard and fell too.

Then there was a bang, and the two of them fell on the bed together, entangled with each other.

"Qin Zigui!"

Although Sheng Yan was protected by Qin Zigui and fell on him, his elbow still hit the bed, causing him to gasp in pain.

He wanted to get up, but his limbs were weak, and the air conditioner under his feet was entangled with the thin blanket in Qin Zigui's hand. He tried several times, but he couldn't get up. In the end, he could only shout out angrily. Qin Zigui's name.

Qin Zirui was burned by him rubbing back and forth on his body, and he wanted to hold back, so he could only hold his head, frowned slightly, and said: "Don't move."

The tone sounds a little heavy.

Sheng Yan became even angrier in an instant: "Qin Zigui, are you still attacking me?!"

Qin Zigui felt his hairy head arching unwillingly in the socket of his neck, closed his eyes in despair, and sighed: "I don't."

Sheng Yan was not convinced: "You didn't, then why do you dislike me and don't want to sleep with me?"

Why did this topic come back here again?

Qin Zigui felt a little headache.

He originally thought that with Sheng Yan's rough nerves, as long as he was sensible, calm enough, and measured enough, he wouldn't find anything wrong, and the two of them would be no different from before.

But he never expected that Sheng Yan's nerves were thicker than his waist.Thick enough to have caused him extreme distress.

It's not an option to go on like this.

Qin Zigui felt that it was necessary to give Sheng Yan a straightforward answer: "Don't you think it would be disgusting if two men are too close?"

"What?" Sheng Yan, who was held in the neck by Qin Zigui and couldn't lift his head, asked in confusion, "When did I say that?"

"Last year when your birthday was at KTV."

"what?"

Sheng Yan didn't seem to remember it yet.

Qin Zigui added lightly: "KTV, gay, disgusting."

After a brief silence.

Sheng Yan seemed to remember: "Oh, you said that, it's not a matter of being gay or not, it's about two people in the toilet, in a public place, how disgusting it is to do that kind of thing, it has nothing to do with being gay or not."

After finishing the words, Qin Zigui paused slightly with his hand holding the back of his head.

As if suddenly reacting, Sheng Yancai broke free from his hand, raised his head, and said, "Qin Zigui, how can you be like this?"

"?"

Qin Zigui turned his head to look at him.

What happened to him?

Sheng Yan looked angry and righteous: "How can you discriminate against sexual minorities?!"

Qin Zigui: "???"

Sheng Yan seemed to have finally found the crux of Qin Zigui's thinking, and taught very seriously and righteously: "Why is Gay disgusting? Although I am straight and straight, is it wrong for people to like boys? You think Gay is disgusting , so you even mind the normal contact between brothers? Qin Zigui, is it interesting for you to be so interesting? Can you have a little bit of a pattern in your life?"

As soon as he said that, Sheng Yan tried to get up angrily, preparing to stay away from Qin Zigui, an old, rigid, straight man with extreme narrow-mindedness and no pattern.

However, just halfway through the climb, he stepped on the air-conditioning quilt again, and then slipped again, and fell straight onto Qin Zigui again.

And be impartial, right in the middle of the high flag.

So Sheng Xiaoyan, the envoy of justice who was still filled with righteous indignation just now, froze in place in an instant.

And Qin Zigui, who had been holding back all night, lazily put his arms behind his head, admired his stiff expression, and slowly uttered two words: "Pattern?"