The bully thought he was wearing a book

Yi Huai's heart beat heavily, and Qi Hangzhi's body temperature burned him through his clothes.

He sat up from the bed, looked at Qi Hangzhi next to him, moved his arm, but couldn't let go of his hand.

"Why, are you shy?" Qi Hang asked Yi Huai straight away, his voice was very low and hoarse in the silent night, but it was like a dark fire burning.

Yi Huai met his gaze, and said in an annoyed tone, "I haven't done it for others, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it well, and I have to make mental preparations..."

Qi Hang heard Yi Huai speak incoherently for a long time, and he lost his temper at what he said, so he couldn't help laughing angrily, then sat up, gently held his wrist, and wrapped it around his waist occasion.

It's a hug gesture.

"Don't worry," Qi Hang rubbed his nose against Yi Huai's earlobe, and kissed his neck down, "I'm not as good as you think..."

He paused for a moment, as if he was looking for a suitable adjective, and Yi Huai answered subconsciously: "Hungry?"

Qi Hang's hand that was reaching up from his wrist stopped suddenly, and that handsome face was buried into his neck without warning.

Yi Huai took a sharp breath: "...No, why are you still biting people?"

Qi Hang raised his head and said expressionlessly, "Because I'm hungry."

Yi Huai shrank his neck, put his finger on the edge of Qi Hangzhi's ear, and begged him for mercy: "I was wrong, can't it be okay if I'm wrong?"

"You're right," Qi Hang rubbed his waist with his tiger's mouth, "I can't afford this false name in vain."

Yi Huai uttered a dirty word, but then stopped it. After all, he was the one who used words indiscriminately just now.

But he can't stand it now, because Qi Hang has almost touched his knees from his waist, and his knees are really ticklish——

"Brother Qi, Dad Qi, can you let go of your noble hand." Yi Huai tried hard to move his legs to the side.

Qi Hang raised his eyebrows: "It's useless to call him Dad."

Yi Huai moved his legs tremblingly, while thinking about Qi Hangzhi's thoughts: "Boyfriend, boyfriend, give me some face."

Qi Hang really stopped his hands: "Say something else."

When he said this, Yi Huai remembered the name Qi Hang wanted to call him last time in the temple.

The problem is that even after such a long time, he still can't call out.

Just kidding, he is not a woman, how can he call someone else's husband.

But the bed is only so big, if he moved any more, he would fall down, so he had to give in to Qi Hang and make the best of it.

Yi Huai took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and changed the address he could still accept a little bit: "Brother."

"Screaming so reluctantly." Qi Hang wrote lightly.

Yi Huai almost gritted his teeth, Qi Hang looked him up and down, suddenly lowered his head and sucked his earlobe, and swirled the tip of his tongue against Yi Huai's little red mole.

At this time, Yi Huai was planning to call out again, when Qi Hang touched him like this, he immediately let out a low "huh", and the "brother" he called unconsciously softened a bit.

"It's okay this time." Qi Hang commented lazily.

Yi Huai, who was swayed by him, pushed him angrily, and got into the quilt to sleep.

The next day, as soon as Yi Huai and Qi Hang entered the classroom, Liao Zhengyi turned around and asked with a smile, "Hey, how did you sleep yesterday?"

Qi Hang said without raising his head while flipping through the book: "It's okay, but he kicked the quilt when he slept, and covered him several times at night when he woke up."

Yi Huai poured dirty water on Qi Hangzhi's body with a serious face: "...Don't listen to his nonsense, in fact, he was the one who kicked the quilt."

Qi Hang was too lazy to argue with Yi Huai, so he lowered his eyes and smiled softly from his nose.

Yi Huai used his imagination to make up the story of Qi Hang kicking the quilt: "Did you know that he didn't show his arms or legs when he kicked the quilt? I was exposed to the air, and I know what it means for some people to turn around and become a quilt."

"It's a lifetime when you turn around?" Liao Zhengyi repeated, feeling that something was wrong, "No, why did he turn around and take the quilt away? You will be exposed to the air, and you two sleep in the same bed?"

His voice was not low, and as soon as these words came out, several people around turned their heads to look at them.

Yi Huai, who was beaming with joy just now, suddenly got stuck.

Liao Zhengyi was just saying it casually, but seeing Yi Huai's reaction, he opened his eyes wide in shock, and asked in a low voice, "No way, do you really sleep in the same bed with Qi Gou?"

Yi Huai coughed uncomfortably, and covered it up: "What nonsense are you talking about, how could I sleep in the same bed as him."

Qi Hang raised his eyebrows calmly.

Yi Huai glanced at Qi Hangzhi with a guilty conscience, then changed the subject and asked Liao Zheng, "Has Xiao Chen moved there?"

"No," Liao Zhengyi shook his head, "ask him when I see it."

The first class this morning is English. According to the usual practice, Yi Huai is prone to sleepiness during this period of time, and a bunch of chirping birds have the same effect as sleeping pills. Did he listen to it just now? After a few questions, the eyelids began to fight.

When Qi Hang turned the pages, he noticed that Yi Huai hadn’t moved. After a closer look, he found that his pen tip had been pressed on the exercise book, and a large ink blot had already spread out. Although he was sitting, his eyes were closed. .

It turned out to be asleep.

The English teacher sitting on the podium, who was approving homework, found Yi Huai asleep at the same time as Qi Hangzhi. She paused the audio that was playing, and then called out "Yi Huai" slowly.

Qi Hang touched Yi Huai's leg under the table. Yi Huai was startled in a half-dream and half-awake state, and subconsciously stood up. He made a lot of noise on the table and chairs.

The English teacher took the route of criticizing students for finding evidence first. She coughed, pretending not to see Yi Huai's appearance just waking up, and asked in a serious manner: "Come and tell me, the answer to the three questions of No.20 What is it?"

Yi Huai lowered his head and searched for a while before realizing that the question was on the next page.

He bit the bullet and turned a page back in the audiobook, and saw that question 23 was a short essay to fill in the blanks.

Not even a multiple-choice question, he couldn't make it up.

"Washing machine." Qi Hang said softly.

Yi Huai froze for a moment, Qi Hang thought he didn't hear clearly, so he slowed down and repeated.

The English teacher asked meaningfully: "Have you not found the question for so long? Or did you not listen at all just now?"

This time Liao Zhengyi also joined the ranks of reminding Yi Huai. He turned around and pretended to be looking for something, exaggeratedly mouthed and said to the other party: "Washingmachine."

Yi Huai repeated dully: "Moses Moses?"