When the love reached deeper, Qi Yan stepped on the brakes. At that time, Song's claws had already reached into Qi Yan's clothes, and he was very anxious to touch him, almost helping him wipe out all the sweat from his upper body. If it weren't for Qi Yan's pressing him down, he wouldn't know where to explore the next step.

Song Fei didn't feel the pleasure of touching her, and her eyes and eyebrows were frowned, and she was not very happy.

Qi Yan found that even Song Fei was so happy that he could see him. He sighed helplessly, but as soon as he said that, he became a murmur: "I feel full and warm, I feel lustful, I am hungry and cold, so don't be wild."

Song Fei withdrew his claws and said softly: "You can't see and eat them. This is the most painful thing in the world."

Qi Yan raised his chin towards the window: "Where is the most painful thing in the world?"

As Qi Yan looked over the direction shown, a sad back came into view.

Song Feijiong, kissed too much just now, completely forgot that there was an audience next to him. Now, after savoring it, I realized it a little shy, but I still insisted on pretending to call the other party naturally: "Xiao He?"

He Zhiwen turned his back to his two comrades, without looking back, as if there was a beautiful woman dancing on the bright moon, and he couldn't take his eyes off: "Well, just do it when I don't exist, just keep going, just be happy."

Song Fei was even more disgusted by such understanding and quickly volunteered: "I know you must be a little confused now. I will tell you a comprehensive relationship with Qi Yan..."

"No!" He Zhiwen's refusal was determined.

Song Fei was unhappy, one Zhao He was like this, and two He Zhiwen were like this: "Why are your classmates in Class 2 not curious about this world!"

"..." It is precisely because they are nostalgic for this world that they don't want to be dragged into the door of the new world!

"Actually, Qi Yan and I..."

"Don't listen to the turtle chanting!"

Qi Yan has seen someone who is afraid of coming out because he is hiding and hiding, and has never seen anyone who chases and shouts to come out because he is looking for a friend around the bush, and has never seen a friend who takes the initiative to say that he still covers his ears and refuses to listen. The pair of comrades in front of him who have an inverted relationship are completely weird.

But just such a weird thing made him feel unprecedentedly relaxed.

Perhaps the situation is so bad that it can't be broken anymore. It may be eaten by zombies at any time. Even if you call me to the whole world, it's insignificant. To put it bluntly, who cares about you? If you want to shout that I have bread, maybe you can attract some pretenders. ** No one will argue with you, nor do you have the time to complain.

This is the worst time.

It seems, not that bad either.

Qi Yan brought Song Fei, who was still torturing He Zhiwen, rubbed the other person's hair, and said in a gentle tone: "We will make up now."

Song Fei glanced at him: "Or what if I'll give you a compound certificate?"

Qi Yan was so stupid that you just wanted to complain about it and you were serious for only two minutes. When you were talking to your mouth, you suddenly stopped again and ended up saying nothing.

Song Fei was ready to be criticized, and even the retorted language had been organized. As a result, Qi Yan did not play according to the routine, which made him feel uncomfortable: "Did you want to say something just now? Just say it, don't control it, I can bear it."

Qi Yanxiu, Song Fei's anxious expression was more than just able to bear it, and it was completely written, "I'm very fucking looking forward to it."

But he didn't want to go back to the old path. Song Fei had a casual temper and everything was based on his feelings. However, Qi Yan was not. He would remember that he would bypass the tripping stones and plant them twice in a pit, which was not his style. Wang Qingyuan said that he did not respect Song Fei, so from now on, he had to learn to respect: "I was wrong in the past, and he always asked you to follow my rhythm without thinking from the perspective of others. In fact, there are many things you are better than me-"

Although He Zhiwen has returned to his moon-watching posture, he keeps listening with his ears on his back. He is ready to write down some moving sentences so that he can borrow them when he pursues love in the future, but what does this "beater than me" mean? Can't you speak well when you fall in love these days!!!

"What are you doing?" The classmate Qi, who finished crying, turned out to have some more words.

He Zhiwen couldn't help but be curious. When he turned around, he saw Song Fei using a more rough move than before twisting his face...uh, the current face.

"Take off your □□." Student Song made a fuss, "You are not Qi Yan, it is impossible for Qi Yan to admit his mistake, and it is even more impossible for him to say something like "I was not aware of my eyes and I, Song Fei, is actually a very good handsome man."

Qi Yan, He Zhi asked: "I didn't say it!!!"

He pulled Song Fei's claws off in anger. Qi Yan understood that he could not advance with Song Fei layer by layer. He could just give a simple and crude sentence: "I won't argue with you in the future. No matter what differences we have, I swear that I will discuss with you."

Song Fei was a little dazed by Qi Yan's tenderness for the first time. He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reality for a moment, and repeated uncertainly: "Did you swear?"

Qi Yan lowered his eyes and took a long time to lift it up again. He looked at this guy who might have been entangled with him for the rest of his life, word by word, deep and firm: "I try my best."

It's reality, Song Fei can be sure of it.

"Then I also swear that I will not be able to live a life in the future and strive to be as ambitious as I do!"

"real?"

"I'll fight for it."

"..." Is my boyfriend a little cautious and swollen? Qi Yan's answer is, bear it.

Love at the age of twenty is like the weather in June, sunny today and rain tomorrow. Song Fei doesn’t know how long they can last this time and how far they can go together, but he hopes to be longer and farther a little further. He has no way to be responsible for the future, he can only cherish the present.

Qi Yan didn't know what Song Fei was thinking, but with his understanding of Song Fei, that person probably wouldn't think too far. But it doesn't matter. He will never let go again, nor will he give the other party a chance to run away. Some people are destined to be peach blossoms, some are destined to be villains, and he is destined to be Song Fei. It's good to be offended if you commit it.

He was sweating all over and didn't feel anything when he was nervous. Now that it got cold, he felt the wetness and coldness of his clothes. Although the windows that were already closed seemed to be constantly slipping in, Qi Yan rubbed his nose, but in the end he couldn't help but sneeze.

Song Fei realized that something was wrong and hurriedly said, "No, you have to take off your clothes." After that, he wanted to help Qi Yan take it off.

Qi Yan hurriedly hid back, and he didn't bring any clothes to change. There was no electricity or heating in the classroom, and wet clothes were better than nothing.

Song Fei didn't catch anyone even after two strokes. He probably understood the other party's concerns and said angrily: "I didn't let you take off all of them. If you took off your clothes, you'll keep the down jacket outside."

The inner layer of clothes is wet, the down jacket is still dry.

Qi Yan was still trying to hold on, but he felt more and more air conditioning from his clothes. After thinking about it, he took off his clothes. After thinking about it, he still took off. After not getting used to the strange feeling of skin contacting the lining of the down jacket, he found that Song Fei didn't know where to go. He trembled and looked around immediately, afraid that the person would be a fool again.

Crash.

"Ah Yeh--"

As expected, Classmate Song lived up to expectations and pulled off the entire curtain in a flash.

I don’t know if it was for revenge, but the curtain cloth was not ruined at all and all covered his head. After struggling for a long time, I showed my head under the dusty rag: “Ah---------------------------------------------------------------------------

"I probably haven't washed it since this campus was built and hung up," He Zhiwen said with kindness. "We avoided it when we study for ourselves. We shake three pounds of dust after touching it. Why are you doing it?"

"Keep warm," Song Fei rolled his eyes. Although there was basically no power in the darkness, "Otherwise, how can we three spend this night? The friction will cause heat."

"..." He Zhiwen was willing to believe that Song Fei was really just complaining, but why did there always be images of two people kissing and touching in his mind lingering? Aww, he might be sick.

At this moment, there is only one place to use materials. Song Fei pulled down the curtains of the two windows, while Qi Yan put the desks against the wall to form a "bed bed". The three friends lay on it and hugged them together. Because Qi Yan's clothes were thinner, they hugged them left and right, clamped them in the middle. Song Fei was wrapped around his chest and He Zhiwen's meat pad behind him, enjoying the blessing of all the people. I don't know if the curtains of the Physics Institute were to prevent radiation. It was so thick that they had been covered with a little warmth.

When I lay down steadily, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Qi Yan was extremely sleepy and soon fell asleep.

Song Fei heard the breathing behind him gradually became even, and hesitated for a moment, but turned around gently, and then secretly admired the current employee's high appearance through the moonlight. Finally, he was satisfied and plunged into the other person's arms.

Qi Yan seemed to have a sense of emotion, moved slightly, found a comfortable position, and hugged the person in his arms again.

Song Fei quietly stretched out his arms and hugged him back, and finally closed his eyes in a tight hug.

He Zhiwen sighed, turned over, and consciously formed a simple position of good brothers back to back with Qi Yan. Then he relaxed and went to find Duke Zhou.

That night, the radio martial arts team separated four places. Some people fell asleep when they were tired, some woke up in the cold, some fought bloody battles, and some hid in the dark. They didn't know each other's situation, but they believed each other.

The next day, the sun was shining.

When Song Fei woke up, he thought that he was in 440, and the long-lost sunshine was poured on him without hesitation. His nose was slightly cool, but there was a hint of warmth on his body, just like countless early winter mornings.

Until I squinted my eyes and turned over lazyly, the squeaking wailing of the table legs below.

Qi Yan looked good. I don’t know if it was because of the sunshine or if he did sleep well last night.

But Song Fei was still worried and finally grabbed Qi Yan and put his lips on the other party's forehead.

This is what Song Fei learned from his mother. According to Song’s mother, as long as the lips are pressed on, it will be fine. Anyone who feels that his forehead is hotter than his lips is a fever. Song Fei is not sure whether there is any scientific basis for this, but at least in Song’s mother’s practice, as long as she says she has a fever after her lips are measured, it is later proven that she has a real fever. Song Fei doesn’t know if this is the measurement of his lip accurately, or if this measurement of kissing his forehead itself has a curse.

Fortunately, Qi Yan's forehead was cold under the feeling of his lips.

"It should be fine." Song Fei said, hoping that Qi Yan would be at ease.

However, it seems that the results are not very effective.

"Are you sure?" Qi Yan frowned slightly, "I don't feel very comfortable."

"Didn't you just say nothing about it? Don't worry, why did I say something is wrong after the test?" After complaining, Song Fei's heart still raised, leaned over without ease, pulled down the other person's shoulder, and pressed his lips to his forehead without ease, and finally murmured to himself: "It's not hot..."

"It may also be a low fever." Qi Yan provides various possibilities.

"Anyway, you're going to burn it, right?" Song Fei was puzzled. This time he changed hands and put it on the other party's forehead, but there was still no abnormal heat. "It's quite normal."

Qi Yan took his hand down, frowned slightly, and looked serious and upright: "Don't use your hands, it's good to test it just now."

Song Fei: “…”

In front of the window, why ask me to see the clear sky from afar?

He remembered that when he was playing RPG games in the past, he could keep pressing Enter whenever the character plot conversation was in conversation so that the conversation could go on quickly so that the next stage of his journey would quickly begin.

Thinking about it now, it is a really thoughtful design.
Chapter completed!