When Fu Jia arrived, his clothes were wet by the rain, so he could only wear Lu Qi'an's clothes when he went to school.
Lu Qi'an asked Fu Jia to choose what he liked from the closet, but Fu Jia didn't choose and took the school uniform directly.
It's not because I want to go to school, so I obey the school rules and wear school uniforms, but because... Lu Qi'an is a student, so the school uniform should be the one he usually wears the most, right? The clothes might have the smell of Lu Qi'an.
He picked up the collar of his shirt and sniffed it, wondering if it was because of his heart, that he had the illusion of being hugged by Lu Qi'an.
On him, Lu Qi'an's clothes were one size larger, and the sleeves and pants were too long. Lu Qi'an looked at it and said, "Change your school uniform."
Fu Jia shook his head: "No."
Lu Qi'an was silent, no longer forcing him, and without asking why, he helped him roll up his sleeves, and then squatted down to help him roll up his trouser legs.
After everything was ready, Lu Qi'an dragged a large suitcase from the apartment and took a taxi to school with Fu Jia.
It's evening self-study time, and Fu Jia's roommate hasn't come back yet. Fu Jia opened the door of the dormitory with the key, pressed the light switch, and made a "please come in" gesture to Lu Qi'an.
Lu Qi'an pushed the suitcase and walked in. Looking around, he could easily identify Fu Jia's bed.
The emptiest and cleanest one must be Fu Jia's bed.
Sure enough, Fu Jia walked to the most simple position and asked, "Where do we put it away, do we take the mattress and quilt with us?"
In the dormitory of No. 6 Middle School, people go to bed and get off the table. Lu Qi'an raised his hand and touched Fu Jia's mattress and quilt. He didn't feel the fluffy and soft bedding should have. He said, "No, just take what you have to take away."
Fu Jia nodded and opened his closet. The wardrobe in the student dormitory is very small, but Fu Jia's closet is far from full. At first glance, there are only a few sets of school uniforms, a few close-fitting clothes, a thin summer quilt, and a set of spare bedding. .
After getting rid of the quilt, Fu Jia quickly emptied the contents of the cabinet. A few pieces of clothes were stacked together, only taking up a small corner of the suitcase, which was pitifully small.
Lu Qi'an's face sank. Fu Jia didn't notice it immediately, and continued to clean up her bookcase. Compared with the wardrobe, Fu Jia's bookcase is much more substantial. But compared to his three roommates, it was still as empty as no one lived.
All three roommates' tables were full. Two of them have bookshelves full of extracurricular books, the other is full of snacks, and there are video game consoles on the table.
As for Fu Jia, she was counting her textbooks, like she was counting some great treasures.
It wasn't until he packed everything on the desk and prepared to put it in the suitcase that he realized that something was wrong with Lu Qi'an. He stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lu Qi'an didn't answer, but lowered his eyes and looked elsewhere. Fu Jia was a little confused, and asked after him, "Why don't you talk, you won't be angry, right?"
Fu Jia said the word "angry" subconsciously. Although it was unbelievable, in his opinion, Lu Qi'an was someone who would get angry anytime, anywhere, and the reason was unknown, and he couldn't find a way to coax him.
Lu Qi'an was really in a bad mood. He shook his head and said, "No, it's enough to get things to this point. Let's go back."
Fu Jia was still thinking about the towels and toiletries in the bathroom, but considering Lu Qi'an's suspicion of being angry, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."
On the way back to the apartment, Lu Qi'an rarely spoke. Fu Jia tried to talk to him a few times, but got only a short answer, which made Fu Jia more and more sure that Lu Qi'an was angry.
After entering the apartment, Lu Qi'an finally took the initiative to ask, "Which room do you want to choose?"
Fu Jia's heart tightened.
The choice is here! Should he choose the right answer to calm Lu Qi'an, or choose the wrong answer to add fuel to the fire
Fu Jia bit his finger, glanced back and forth between the guest room and the master bedroom, and finally settled on the door of the master bedroom. Just like that, he stared at the master bedroom, but pointed his finger at the guest room and said, "Guest room?"
Lu Qi'an's expression did not change.
Fu Jia secretly screamed bad, and his heart was beating.
"Okay." Lu Qi'an nodded and opened the guest room door.
Fu Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Because he had stayed for one night, Fu Jia was very familiar with the guest room and packed his luggage with familiarity. He had few things, so he didn't ask Lu Qi'an to help him, and Aunt Miao had been taking care of the room, the bed was made neat, and Fu Jia only needed to put the things away.
Thinking that he would live here forever, Fu Jia couldn't help but feel a little fluttered, reached out and touched the sheets, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Seeing him smirk at the bed, Lu Qi'an seemed very satisfied with the room, and his mood picked up a lot. He said: "Rest early and come to me if you need it."
"I see." Fu Jia said with a smile.
Lu Qi'an nodded, turned and left the room, not forgetting to close the door.
Fu Jia lay down on the bed, her body was comfortable, but her heart was a little empty. Is room the correct answer? Even if it is true for Lu Qi'an, it is not for him. He lay motionless on the bed, a little drowsy. In order to avoid falling asleep like this, he patted his face, walked out of the room with energy, and went to the bathroom to wash.
On the way, he noticed that the door of the master bedroom was closed, and his heart was even more empty.
He lingered on the spot, and finally did not enter the guest room, but walked to the master bedroom, held his breath at the door, and knocked gently on the door.
One second, two seconds...
no respond. Fu Jia is not sure whether Lu Qi'an is asleep or ignores him? Heavy breath. He took two steps to the guest room, and then turned back reluctantly. This time, he didn't knock on the door, but opened the door directly with the hope that Lu Qi'an didn't lock the door.
With a click, the door opened.
Fu Jia froze at the door, staring into the room with wide eyes. Lu Qi'an didn't sleep, he was reading by the warm yellow light by the bedside. Seeing Fu Jia come in, he didn't show any surprise, just watched him quietly and waited for him to speak.
Fu Jia squeezed the doorknob and stammered, "I... Actually, I was a little scared when I moved in on the first day... I didn't dare to sleep alone, so I wanted to come and sleep with you, okay?"
This reason is simply rotten and can't be more rotten. This is not the first day he stayed here, it was the time he stayed there before. At that time, he didn't say he was afraid. Why is he suddenly scared now
Such a bad reason, but Lu Qi'an accepted it. He put down the book, patted the empty half of the bed beside him, and said, "Okay, come here."
Fu Jia took a closer look and found that there were two pillows on the bed, and there was just one person vacant beside Lu Qi'an, as if he was waiting for someone. Fu Jia didn't even know where to put his hands. He closed the door and walked to the edge of the bed with hands and feet. He lifted a corner of the quilt and half-laid in.
Lu Qi'an glanced at him, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.
The room suddenly fell into darkness. Fu Jia couldn't see anything, but only heard the sound of Lu Qi'an lying down, and she also retracted the quilt and lay flat on the bed.
Fu Jia's heart beat fast and fast. He didn't dare to move his hands and feet, but Lu Qi'an kept moving. Then, a warm hand reached out and wrapped his arms around Fu Jia's waist.
"Come closer, or you'll fall."
Fu Jia dazedly moved inward along his strength, and moved into his arms little by little.
The bodies of the two were close, and their breaths blended together. Fu Jia's eyes gradually got used to the darkness, and he saw Lu Qi'an's face clearly, as well as those focused eyes, his face flushed a little.
In the darkness, Lu Qi'an hugged Fu Jia tightly and kissed him slowly. He didn't use too much force, didn't stick out his tongue, just kissed Fu Jia's upper and lower lips softly.
Fu Jia also hugged him tightly and pressed him eagerly, wanting to melt into his body.
In order to appease him, Lu Qi increased his strength, put his hand on the back of Fu Jia's head, and gently rubbed his fingers against his hair. Fu Jia quickly calmed down and started kissing him back in line with Lu Qi'an's rhythm. He worked hard to learn, but he still couldn't grasp the timing of ventilation, and he felt dizzy after a while.
After the kiss, Fu Jia leaned on Lu Qi'an for breath, and held his clothes tightly in his hands.
Lu Qi'an hugged him, stroked his back to help him breathe, and said, "You can do whatever you want in the future without asking for my permission."
Fu Jia was coaxed into a child-like tone, and his whole body became hot, and his heart softened into a pool of water.
"Forget about the past." Lu Qi'an continued, "The Lin family, the Lu family, and your mother. If possible, forget about these things, and treat today as the first day of your life. ."
Fu Jia was stunned for two seconds, her throat was dry, and she choked up in an instant. He grabbed Lu Qi'an's neck and said hoarsely, "You, you are mine." He paused and added, "It's mine alone."
A smile appeared in Lu Qi'an's eyes, and he affirmed, "It's yours."