Yan Chuyang pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said seriously: "Wei Qing, I must win the manga competition."
This game is the only chance for him to prove his ability now, and he can't lose.
Wei Qing sighed: "How many times do I have to tell you, winning or losing is common, there is no need to care so much."
"No." Yan Chuyang shook his head, "I want to get that bonus quickly."
Seeing the stubborn look on the boy's face, Wei Qing also knew that it would be useless to talk too much and would only increase his pressure, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I believe you."
Yan Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the bed, his face was a little red, and said: "Then today... I will go to sleep on your bed today."
Wei Qing's heart skipped a beat, "I'll go to sleep on your bed" from Yan Chuyang's mouth, how could it make people's heart beat so fast
"Okay." Wei Qing said hoarsely, "Put on your pajamas, I don't have your size in my bedroom."
"No need to take it." Yan Chuyang shrugged, "I only wear big pants when I sleep at night."
After finishing speaking, the boy ran to the bedside table, opened the lower shelf, took out a pair of big yellow underpants, gestured to Wei Qing and said, "This is pure cotton, and it is very loose. It will be June soon, wear it Pajamas are stuffy, I don't like it."
Wei Qing's eyes dimmed, but when he saw the little yellow man painted on the big pants, his dark eyes immediately cleared up a bit.
"Yan Chuyang." The man's forehead twitched slightly, "How old are you, why do you still wear this kind of cartoon?"
"Why can't you wear it?" Yan Chuyang picked it up and looked at it and said, "It's very childlike, and it will make you happier wearing it."
"You're happy, but I'm not!" Wei Qing walked over and snatched his underpants and said, "You are not allowed to wear these when you sleep on my bed."
After finally having a chance to hold him, he was not in the mood to flirt with another little yellow man.
The boy frowned dissatisfiedly: "Then what should I wear?"
"Wearing pajamas."
"It's so hot and stuffy."
Wei Qing threw the little yellow man into the closet and said, "If you have to wear underpants, you can wear mine."
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, his face was instantly flushed, and his neck began to turn red along with it.
As soon as Wei Qing turned his head, he saw the boy pulling his head with a flushed face. That handsome appearance was so cute that he instantly melted people's hearts.
"What are you doing?" Wei Qing asked softly, suppressing the urge to hug him into his arms and kiss him hard.
Yan Chuyang coughed dryly, raised his eyes cautiously and said, "Really, can I wear your underpants?"
Only then did Wei Qing realize what he had just said, and said with a dazed expression: "Eh, if you don't dislike it..."
"I don't dislike it!" Yan Chuyang raised his head suddenly, his eyes were shining, like a little fox waiting to eat meat.
Wei Qing's brain froze for a while, and he said speechlessly, "Are you happy wearing my underpants?"
Yan Chuyang nodded: "Happy!" After finishing speaking, he quickly added, "I like to wear other people's clothes."
Wei Qing's face darkened: "Besides mine, have you worn other people's clothes?"
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head quickly: "No, no, I don't usually have the opportunity to wear other people's clothes."
The man's expression softened and he said, "Change this habit. My clothes can be worn. I don't know what kind of bacteria are in other people's clothes. Your resistance is so weak, it's not good to just wear outsiders' clothes, understand?"
Yan Chuyang nodded heavily: "Understood."
Downstairs bedroom.
Wei Qing looked in the closet for the loose-fitting underpants he usually wears after taking a shower, while Yan Chuyang obediently sat by the bed and waited.
"No." The man threw a pair of black boxers to Yan Chuyang, "Put this on first."
"Eh..." Yan Chuyang blinked, "This is shorts, right?"
Wei Qing suppressed the bad taste in his heart, and said in a dark voice: "I can't find the big pants, I will wear these first." Then he suppressed a smile, and patted the back of the boy's head: "Go and change it to sleep, what time is it?" Yes, still sick."
Yan Chuyang let out an oh, turned around and went to the changing room.
After Wei Qing changed into his pajamas outside, he threw off the quilt and went to bed, habitually leaning against the back of the bed, picked up the book on the cabinet and began to read.
Before going to bed, I don't necessarily read any important books. I just turn a few pages and fall asleep faster.
Yan Chuyang came out of the changing room wearing shorts very naturally. In front of Wei Qing, he never felt any discomfort. They are all men anyway. I have what you have, and I don’t have what you don’t have. There is no need to cover up. cover up.
Hearing footsteps, Wei Qing glanced to the side, and coughed suddenly after just one glance.
The boy was not wearing anything on his upper body, and his skin was as white as porcelain.
Wei Qing turned his face away in time, his nose raised slightly, if he had a nosebleed at this time, he would be so embarrassing.
Yan Chuyang lifted the quilt and went to bed, staring at the man's side face in astonishment: "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"
Wei Qing touched his nose with his hand, and growled, "Sleep with you, get your head under the quilt, don't come out!"
Yan Chuyang shrank down, muttered, "I got in."