"I'm back so soon." The boy let out a sigh, put the remote control board on the sofa, slid down, and murmured, "I'm so tired this morning. It's the first time I woke up so early It's the first time I've talked so much in the morning."
Wei Qing didn't speak, but walked to the sofa and sat down expressionlessly.
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, then pushed his shoulder and said, "What's wrong? You look bad."
"Yan Chuyang." The man lowered his eyes and said suddenly, "Kiss me."
The boy's expression froze for a moment: "Now...it's not even night yet, and the contract stipulated that we should kiss once a day. Now, we shouldn't kiss."
Wei Qing turned his head and stared at him steadfastly, "The contract doesn't specify when to kiss, right? Can't I ask you to kiss in advance now?"
Yan Chuyang stared at him blankly: "What's wrong with you?"
Wei Qing's eyes flickered, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's fine if you don't want to kiss."
"I don't want to kiss." Yan Chuyang became anxious, and went directly to peck the man's lips. Wei Qing suddenly raised his hand, pressed the back of the boy's head, and deepened the kiss with his long tongue.
"Hmm..." Yan Chuyang's breathing became tighter and tighter, just when he felt that he was going to drown in this deep kiss, Wei Qing let go of him, pressed against the boy's forehead, and breathlessly said, "I'm very scared. "
Yan Chuyang looked at him with watery eyes: "Afraid? What are you afraid of?"
Wei Qing raised his hand, rubbed the boy's slightly swollen lips with his rough thumb, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know."
In short, he was very flustered, this was the first time, even on the day Shen Shimin told him to break up, he didn't feel so panicked all day long.
Yan Chuyang sighed, took him into his arms, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
*****
Wei Qing was in a bad mood, so Yan Chuyang went to the kitchen to cook.
"Then you rest here for a while." Yan Chuyang shoved the remote control into the man's hand and said, "If you're really bored, just watch TV for a while."
Wei Qing hummed and took the remote control over.
Yan Chuyang turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Yan Chuyang." Wei Qing suddenly stopped him again.
The boy turned around: "What's wrong?"
Wei Qing pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and said with sad eyes: "Every time I go to cook, if you are watching TV, I will always cover you with a blanket."
Yan Chuyang's forehead twitched: "And then?"
The man's eyes flickered, and his voice was dull: "You never thought about covering me with a blanket."
Yan Chuyang silently glanced at Wei Qing's thick suit pants and said, "The temperature at home is not low."
Wei Qing snorted, lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "Forget it, it's okay not to cover it, anyway, how much I hurt you, you never thought of giving it back to me, heart for heart, it really is fake."
Yan Chuyang looked at the sky speechlessly. After a moment of silence, he sighed and walked to the sofa, pulled the blanket over and covered Wei Qing's lap, and said, "Can't I cover you up? Is this good? It's warm enough, isn't it?" ?”
Seeing the boy's perfunctory attitude, Wei Qing said in a low voice: "How can it be warm? My heart is already cold."
Seeing the loneliness in the man's eyes, Yan Chuyang's heart twitched, he bent down, squatted on the ground, looked at Wei Qing's face firmly and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"
Wei Qing raised his eyes and suddenly raised his voice: "I hate Song Huaiqi, I don't like him, I get annoyed when I see him, I don't want you to talk to him anymore!"
Yan Chuyang's face changed, and he frowned and said, "Impossible, he didn't do anything, why should I ignore him for no reason."
Wei Qing was so anxious that the veins on his forehead twitched, but he gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of any legitimate reason to make Yan Chuyang ignore Song Huaiqi. After holding back for a long time, he finally said: "Then you send Song Huaiqi now. The box of paintbrushes in my house was broken one by one in front of me."
Yan Chuyang touched his forehead: "Do you have a fever or do I have a fever?"
Wei Qing brushed his hand away, and said in a cold voice, "You don't want to?"
"Of course I don't want to." Yan Chuyang raised his eyebrows, "Why should I be so ungrateful? They gave it away, but I didn't cherish it and gave it away. Isn't that inexplicable?"
When Wei Qing collapsed, he also felt a little baffled.
But without being inexplicable for a second, his flustered heart couldn't calm down.
"How about it..." Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and whispered, "I don't need what he gave me, I just use what you bought for me, okay?"
Wei Qing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he curled his lips in satisfaction: "Okay, I'll buy you a few hundred sets in a while, and you can keep it and use it slowly."
Yan Chuyang shook his head speechlessly: "Hundreds of sets? I can't use them up in a lifetime."
"It's just for you to use for the rest of your life." Wei Qing said in a low voice.
The matter of the brushes finally came to a successful conclusion when Wei Qing immediately placed an order and purchased more than 100 sets of sketch brushes online.
As for the lunch, Wei Qing cooks it. The cooking fume in the kitchen is too heavy, and Yan Chuyang has delicate skin and tender meat. He is reluctant to watch him cook.
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The time is approaching day by day, and the first thing Yan Chuyang does when he wakes up every day is to get up and make a circle on the calendar, and June 2, which marked the competition day of the comic exhibition, is a little bit closer to the red circle step forward.
There is one more week.
One week is the manga exhibition competition. If he wins, he can get a large bonus, and he can repay what he owes Wei Qing. At that time, he can tell him frankly that he likes him, I have always liked it, since I was fourteen years old.
It was early morning again, the alarm clock rang at six o'clock, the person on the bed shivered, opened his eyes and woke up for a while, then stood up and turned off the alarm clock, lifted the quilt and got out of bed to get dressed.
He had to go to school early, and he booked a lot of sketching lessons, a surprise in the last days, it was useful.
When he came out of the bathroom after washing up, Wei Qing was already fully dressed and was about to go out with his handbag.
"Huh?" Yan Chuyang walked up to him in surprise, walked around Wei Qing and said, "Why are you wearing casual clothes today?"