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That cup of untouched hot cocoa, Yu Minglang thought of the latte art on it, intact and undamaged, he looked down at the polished and polished bar counter, and didn't answer.

Qi Sen wiped it sullenly for a while, then suddenly raised his head and smiled at him: "That's the signboard in our shop, next time I'll treat you to a drink."

Looking at his smiling face, Yu Minglang always felt that the smile was a bit stiff.

He nodded: "OK."

His eyes were burning, and there seemed to be water in the beautiful black pupils: "Next time, I will come to you."

He saw that Qi Sen's hand wiping the glass was obviously much slower, and after a few seconds, Qi Sen said, "Okay."

His tone was flat, as if he was careless, but Yu Minglang finally felt a little happier in his heart, and the gloom in his heart was a little less.

Qi Sen put down the cup and arranged it on the shelf without raising his eyelids, as if casually saying: "That person just now..."

"It's my uncle," he interrupted Qi Sen before he could speak, "it's my uncle."

"is it?"

Qi Sen looked a little dazed, he hesitated to speak: "But..."

He said a few words, but swallowed them again, but looked at Yu Minglang's strange eyes, and then smiled: "I still have some work to do, so I won't chat with you."

Yu Minglang nodded, with a little disappointment on his face: "Okay."

The tall and thin boy curled his mouth, but his smile faded when he turned around. He opened the curtain of the back kitchen and walked in.

The back kitchen was very clean, the floor and walls were reflecting light, and there was no one in it now, so he picked a small stool and sat down, leaning his head against the wall, the snow-white ceiling reflected light, which was a bit dazzling.

For no reason, he felt a little irritable in his heart, took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, took one and put it in his mouth, touched his trousers, only to realize that he didn't bring a lighter, he had no choice but to hold the cigarette between his fingers, and rushed Looking at the shiny sink in a daze.

Ajie hugged a large basket woven with rattan, which contained cups that had just been taken out of the warehouse. They were colorful and blocked his sight. Suddenly there was a person at his feet, which startled him a lot: "Oh, hello, Qi Sen, you scared me to death."

Qi Sen looked up at him, and laughed.

Ajie gave him a supercilious look, put the pile of cups into the sink, turned on the faucet, and with the sound of splashing water, he joked, "You can't smoke in the back kitchen."

Qi Sen folded the cigarette in his hand in half, exposing the shredded tobacco, and with a handsome shooting action, he threw the broken cigarette into the trash can.

Ajie looked at his profile: "He ran in again to be lazy."

Qi Sen smiled: "I've been busy all morning, my back hurts like hell."

"It's not good for a man to have a bad waist!"

He just smiled and said nothing, listening to Ajie making jokes about him.

Ajie washed a basket of cups with a towel, and chatted with him: "I didn't realize you still smoke."

Qi Sen didn't take it seriously, but raised his eyebrows: "Occasionally."

He wiped the water in the cup clean: "Drink less, I just smoked too much in the past, and now I keep coughing."

Qi Sen smiled and said, "Of order."

Ajie: "Are you going back to school this afternoon?"

Qi Sen: "Well, there is an exam."

Ajie turned to look at him, with an unscrupulous face: "Call me brother, your brother Jie will help you take over."

Qi Sen shook his head helplessly, leaned against the wall and said nothing, a vague smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ajie clicked his tongue twice: "It's fine if you don't call."

There was the sound of water rushing in the kitchen, and the thin man standing in front of the sink was humming and washing the cup in his hand.

Qi Sen suddenly felt that his mouth was dry, and he always wanted the strong smell of tobacco to fill his mouth, so as to relieve the boredom in his heart. He had seen the man who met Yu Minglang before.

When Zheng Sining got acquainted with that man, it happened to be the time when Zheng Sining began to recognize his own sexuality. He always felt that Zheng Sining had become like that and had something to do with this man.

The man is an old gay, who has always been able to handle affairs with ease.

He thought about that man's face, gentle and soft, with a gentle manner and a good face, he should be very popular.

He clicked his tongue, as if he was tired of what he was thinking just now, stood up from the chair, put his hands in his pockets, and said to the man who was washing things: "I'm going out, thank you Brother Jie tonight."

Ajie cut his mouth, Nunu's mouth, but it was obvious that he was happier.

Yu Minglang was in a good mood, because he saw Qi Sen in the new week's drama rehearsal, the boy was wearing a red sports hoodie, casually leaning on the big mirror in the dance room, chatting with Wenyu, Yu Minglang saw him as soon as he came in, The side face is beautiful, the two of them seem to have talked about something interesting, the slightly fat Wenyu smiled without image, but he just smiled slightly, he also saw Yu Minglang, his eyes froze, but only for a moment, then turned his head After passing the past, they continued to chat and laugh with Wenyu.

Wenyu saw Yu Minglang and waved at him: "Yu Minglang, come here."

Yu Minglang put down his schoolbag and slowly walked towards the two of them.

Wenyu pulled him over: "Student Yu, you and Qi Sen will go to move things later, there is a shortage of manpower today, some props need to be used, please."

He glanced at Qi Sen, and as soon as their eyes met, Qi Sen turned his head away unnaturally, only to see some redness behind his ears, Yu Minglang smiled: "Okay."

The props were borrowed from the entertainment run "Relationship", and the things were stored in the school's warehouse. The two of them were together, and everyone in the school was almost gone. When passing through the long corridor, you can clearly hear the kicking footsteps.

The relationship between the two of them managed to get closer last time, but they just haven't seen each other for a while, and they seem to be a lot stranger.

"You work part-time in a coffee shop?"

His words broke the silence in the air, and Qi Sen looked at the front without taking his eyes off: "Yes."

"You..." He bit his lip, as if a little embarrassed, "How long do you usually go?"

Qi Sen glanced at him, his face unchanged: "I will go on weekends, and I will go at night on weekdays."

He doesn't look like his family is not rich and needs to work part-time. At least from the bicycle he rides, it can be seen that his family is well-off. Now it is a critical moment for students at this stage. How can they spare so much time? Is he in urgent need of money for a part-time job?

These questions were all stuck in Yu Minglang's mouth. As a suitor, he didn't want to lose people's favor. He wouldn't ask questions that were too private, so he said, "I'm free, I'll go find you."

Qi Sen still said: "Okay."

The two walked to the door of the warehouse, and the windows were sealed. When they opened the door and entered, it was dark inside, and they could smell a little bit of dust if there was no smell at the tip of their noses. Qi Sen walked in front, rubbing his hands at the place where he entered After a while, I felt the switch on the wall, and with a click, the light on the roof of the warehouse was turned on, dim but just enough to illuminate the small space and the floating dust in the air.

Qi Sen's voice was clear: "Come in, be careful where you step."

Yu Minglang followed behind him, looking at his tall back, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ouch!"

He seemed to be tripped by something, staggered, and threw himself on Qi Sen's back, holding Qi Sen's hoodie with both hands, just like that day on the bicycle, the breeze filled him with the clear acacia smell The tip of his nose, he could clearly feel that the moment his hand touched Qi Sen's waist, the muscles there tensed up

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The dust in the air fluttered with the flowing air, and brushed over Yu Minglang's cheeks, the normally cool boy was actually pretending to be crazy at this moment.

He felt a pair of warm, dry hands covering his, and paused for a second.

"be careful."

Qi Sen gently pushed his hand away without even turning his head, his tone was surprisingly flat.

He looked at the back of Qi Sen's head with unclear meaning in his eyes.

Yu Minglang suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Qi Sen's sleeve. He hesitated for a moment and asked him, "You're angry."

"how come."

He gritted his teeth and let go of the sleeve in his hand. Intentionally or not, the fingers of the two rubbed lightly, and separated after a while.

Qi Sen walked in front silently, and Wenyu told the two of them that the props were on a shelf in the corner of the warehouse, and dust had accumulated in the corner, and a windmill made of plastic paper shells and some flowers and plants in boxes were placed on the shelf. Sen stood there and fell into a long silence.

He sighed, with a helpless expression: "You carry on next to me, and I'll take it down."

Qi Sen was much taller than him, the height of a basketball player, and he could touch the topmost thing as soon as he stretched out his hand. Standing in the narrow aisle, he looked a bit crowded.

Qisen reached out and tried to reach the thing on it.

"I haven't seen you play basketball recently."

Qi Sen frowned: "Huh? I'm a little busy, so I didn't go."

He carried the top box down and was covered in ashes, feeling a little embarrassed.

Qi Sen raised his hand again, ready to take down the big windmill. His arms were resting on the frame, his cuffs were rolled up, his muscles were slightly puffed up, smooth and beautiful, revealing a small thin waist, very sexy. The scenes in Melbourne flashed before Yu Minglang's eyes, and his mouth suddenly became dry.

He wanted to touch it...Indeed, he did that too. The moment he put his hand on it, Qi Sen's body stiffened. Qi Sen paused and turned to look at Yu Minglang, His eyes changed from surprise to anger.

He froze for a few seconds, and said angrily, "Let go."

When Yu Minglang saw his hands on the man's wheat-colored skin, he was also taken aback for a moment. The body that had been appearing in his dreams and seduced him finally appeared in front of his eyes, and he still couldn't restrain himself.

His eyes moved slightly, flashing a hint of cunning, the young man's slightly pink lips were pursed, his expression was docile and harmless, just when Qi Sen thought he would let go, he didn't expect that man to hug him with amazing strength It was so big that he was in pain, and the two of them rushed to the shelf due to inertia, and the ash accumulated on the shelf fell down, falling on both of them.

Yu Minglang's face was pressed against Qi Sen's hoodie, and the acacia smell from Qi Sen's body filled his nose. He took a breath almost intoxicated, and he was unwilling to let go while hugging the stiff body.

"release."

"No."

"release!"

"No."

Qi Sen struggled hard, but because the space here was too narrow, he couldn't move, so Yu Minglang wrapped himself around him like a koala.

He only felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. Yu Minglang hugged him, and the two of them were so close that he felt that this person's body was a bit soft. He looked at the whirlpool on top of Yu Minglang's head, and his hair limply pressed against his forehead. Qi Sen suddenly felt weak, he took a breath, and tone his tone a little gentler: "Be obedient, let go first."

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