Become a rival virtual lover

This scene is very familiar.

The dialogue is also familiar.

Qin Yan replied again: "Go to another bed."

Fu Yueting frowned, and didn't seem to understand why he was so troublesome, but he didn't ask too much: "Okay."

Qin Yan took another bath towel to help him dry briefly, and helped him change into pajamas, before leading him to the bathroom door: "You go to bed first."

Fu Yueting didn't let go: "Where are you going?"

Qin Yan said, "I'm going to change clothes."

Fu Yueting said: "You are not allowed to go."

Qin Yan paused, and continued to help him to the bedside: "Sit down, I'll be right back."

Fu Yueting probably didn't listen to him at all, and there was still no sign of letting go of his five fingers: "Didn't you say you want to sleep, why don't you sleep?"

Qin Yan: "..."

He stood beside the bed in silence for a second, trying to reason with Fu Yueting, "You said you wanted to sleep."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fu Yueting raised his eyes to look at him, frowning: "Obviously it's you."

Qin Yan said: "You—"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Fu Yueting's eyelids sank slightly, and half of his eyes were closed. The thin eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, enveloping his drowsiness.

He suddenly let go, but leaned over again, raised his arms to hug Qin Yan's waist, and buried his half-dried side face in the half-dried bathrobe, which made his originally cold and deep voice muffled :"I am sleepy."

Qin Yan looked down at him.

From this angle, only half of the opponent's face can be seen.

Fu Yueting lowered his head slightly, his angular outline was softened by the fluffy white bathrobe, and even his usual sharp expression looked cute.

Qin Yan was watching, and saw Fu Yueting frowned again, and his arms tightened.

Half drunk and half asleep, he emphasized in a dissatisfied tone: "I'm sleepy."

Qin Yan laughed inadvertently.

He put his hand on Fu Yueting's shoulder, leaned over slightly, and said softly, "I'll come back after I change my clothes, okay?"

Fu Yueting didn't open his eyes: "Not good."

Qin Yan said again: "Then let go first."

No response.

"Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yueting breathed evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Qin Yan looked down at the disheveled front of his body again, hesitating a little.

The pajamas were still in the closet, Fu Yueting didn't let go, he couldn't even turn around, let alone walk to the closet, let alone change clothes.

Wear a bathrobe, and if the ties come undone at night, it's bound to be embarrassing in the morning.

Thinking of this, Qin Yan leaned down again, and said softly, "Boss Fu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yueting suddenly opened his eyes.

Qin Yan said: "You first—"

But before he could finish his second sentence, Fu Yueting looked at him and suddenly raised his head to kiss him on the lips.

Qin Yan was unprepared, and couldn't help being startled, and then he realized that he planned to back away.

But just as he was about to stand up straight, Fu Yueting also stood up with him, but his foot became unsteady, which blocked Qin Yan's backing movement, and both of them fell to the side.

Qin Yan fell on his back on the bed, and before he could leave, Fu Yueting followed him and hit his lower lip with his forehead, leaving a sharp sting immediately.

Qin Yan took a breath of cool air and raised his finger to wipe it, only to find that his fingertips were stained with blood.

But the alcohol in Fu Yueting's body was not awakened by this blow.

He leaned his elbows on Qin Yan's ear, his eyes fell on the corner of Qin Yan's broken mouth, and his voice was so soft that he pressed his throat: "Blood..."

Qin Yan sighed secretly again.

He said, "Yes, it's blood. You should let me treat the wound."

Fu Yueting's eyes remained motionless, and he could tell at a glance that this sentence was ignored by him again.

Qin Yan had nothing to do with his selective deafness, which became terminally ill every time he got drunk. With such an episode, he no longer had the idea of ​​changing clothes.

However, he stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, and as soon as he turned his gaze, he saw a dark shadow weighing heavily in front of him from the corner of his eye.

Qin Yan turned around and saw Fu Yueting's face was close in front of him.

The pair of thin eyelashes were almost brushing against his eyelids at this moment, and the seemingly indistinct smell of alcohol was blown in and out, mixed with the hot and humid breath sprayed across the side of his face.

Fu Yueting kissed Qin Yan's lips again.

The thin but soft touch pressed tightly, Qin Yan immediately retracted the hand that lifted the quilt, and pressed it on Fu Yueting's shoulder.

Don't wait for him to push away.

Fu Yueting slowly opened his lips, sucking on the new wound he just had, and poked the soft tip of his tongue into the gap, carefully licking away a layer of sweet blood.

Qin Yan's movements were slightly stiff.

Fu Yueting held his lower lip in his mouth, and the hot tip of his tongue was still spinning carefully.

Qin Yan raised his hand to pinch Fu Yueting's jaw, forcing him to raise his head.

Fu Yueting's eyes were dim, and there were only two small shadows clearly reflected in his eyes.

Qin Yan looked at his own reflection in his eyes, frowned and said, "Look clearly, I am Qin Yan."

Fu Yueting stared at him blankly: "Qin Yan..."

Qin Yan said: "I'm not your crush—"

"It hurts." Fu Yueting interrupted him, raised his hand to hold his wrist, "let go."

Qin Yan had no choice but to let him go first.

Without support, Fu Yueting buried himself on his shoulder and neck, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qin Yan: "..."

He turned his face to look at Fu Yueting's calm sleeping face, and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

The wound on his lower lip was less painful, but more swollen. He was about to try it, but then he thought of something, then retracted his hand, hugged Fu Yueting and lay down, and gradually fell asleep.

-

The next day.

early morning.

Fu Yueting woke up with a dull pain in his forehead.

Just as he was about to raise his hand, Qin Yan's warm breath brushed against his ear, and he couldn't help but stop, motionless.

last night……

Fu Yueting pursed his thin lips slightly.

Last night Han Feng and Song Jingming took turns persuading him to drink, but he was really drunk again.

After getting drunk, there are only a few fragments left in my mind, which are not very clear.

He only remembered going upstairs with Qin Yan to wash up in the bathroom——

and many more.

Fu Yueting thought about it for a moment, and a clip suddenly flashed in front of him, making him suddenly open his eyes and look at Qin Yan.

He gathered his five fingers together, his gaze fell involuntarily, fell on Qin Yan's open front, and immediately closed his eyes again.

Qin Yan also took a bath last night.

Remembering the scene he saw after opening the shower curtain, even though he deliberately ignored it, that picture kept circling in his mind.

Qin Yan held the shower in his right hand and pressed it close to his chest. The gushing hot water was accompanied by water mist, covering the skin from top to bottom, like a layer of water-colored film, shining brightly under the light, and the strands of water were slippery Over the chest, waist and abdomen, into the shadows, falling to the ground along the straight and slender legs...

Fu Yueting's breathing was slightly short of breath.

He thought of Qin Yan's upturned face again.

Drops of water rolled along the cold and hard chin, rolled over the neck, and rolled over the Adam's apple...

Although the memory ends here, seeing the pajamas on his body, he guessed that it was Qin Yan who helped him change last night, and he couldn't help but recall the scene where Qin Yan helped him change last night.

The more he thought about it, the hotter his breathing became.

Not wanting Qin Yan to notice, he stepped back.

"do not move."

Fu Yueting froze subconsciously from the low voice coming from his ear.

He looked up.

Fortunately, he hasn't woken up yet.

Fu Yueting was about to step back, but found that the hem of his clothes was being pressed by Qin Yan, so he carefully raised the hand on Qin Yan's waist, and leaned under him.

He felt a layer of bathrobe, and he planned to gently push it away, but just as he made a move, something slipped out of the bathrobe and fell into his palm.

Fu Yueting caught it subconsciously, and saw Qin Yan's eyebrows move slightly, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

As a man, of course he knew what it was.

Fu Yueting was completely sober from his hangover. He held his breath and looked at Qin Yan. His hands that stopped in mid-air were stiff and sore, but he was afraid of waking Qin Yan up, so he didn't dare to move.

It wasn't until Qin Yan's breathing became calm again that he slowly put it down.

It wasn't until this time that his hands became conscious.

Burning hot.

This heat burned all the way through his palms to his limbs and bones, making it difficult for him to calm down.

When Qin Yan woke up, Fu Yueting was still struggling and backed away minute by inch. Seeing that Qin Yan finally opened his eyes, he directly lifted the quilt and got up, left a sentence "I'm going to the bathroom" and hurried away.

After the words fell, only his back was left in front of Qin Yan's eyes.

And the "bang" of the door closing.

Qin Yan's remaining drowsiness was awakened by Fu Yueting, and he also got up from the other side, just in time for him to go to the bathroom, to change the clothes he was going to wear to work today.

When Fu Yueting came out of the bathroom again, Qin Yan had already fastened the last button of his shirt.

"Let me first—" After Fu Yueting went out, his eyes kept falling on places other than Qin Yan. Before leaving, he greeted Qin Yan, and then turned to Qin Yan. He only took a look, but frowned, "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Qin Yan raised his hand and touched it.

The wound should have scabbed over, but the swelling has not subsided, and there will still be soreness when touched, and it will take a few days to heal.

Hearing Fu Yueting's question about the wound, he couldn't help but think of what happened last night, turned his face and looked at Fu Yueting's, and then asked softly, "You don't remember?"

Fu Yueting's heart beat inexplicably.

He looked at Qin Yan's lower lip.

The wound was small and swollen.

Is this...

Can't see Qin Yan's emotion, he seems calm: "Should I remember?"

This isn't the first time he's had a drink break, either.

Qin Yan has gotten used to it.

He looked deeply at Fu Yueting, and only said: "You were drunk last night and accidentally bumped into me."

bumped into

Fu Yueting remained calm: "Where did you hit, how did you get hurt so badly?"

Qin Yan said, "Forehead."

Fu Yueting was a little disappointed.

Qin Yan hurt his lips, such a sensitive place, he thought it would be more dramatic last night, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

He stepped forward and bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"It's okay." Qin Yan staggered away, turned and walked to the bathroom, "It's just a small injury."

Fu Yueting was blank before looking at Qin Yan's back.

Qin Yan turned his back to him, and asked instead: "How is the girl you have a crush on?"

Fu Yueting didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this: "It's still the same."

"She doesn't know what you want? Why don't you tell her."

The atmosphere became silent.

Qin Yanzheng thought that Fu Yueting didn't want to talk about this topic, so he heard Fu Yueting's voice.

"I don't know if I should tell him," he said, "how to tell him."

Qin Yan saw Fu Yueting's face in the mirror.

Fu Yueting lowered his eyes slightly: "It's not the time yet, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating."

He doesn't look like a fake.

Qin Yan looked away.

He raised his fingers to wipe off the water that had condensed on the wound, and did not speak again.

The touch from last night seemed to be still very clear.

Qin Yan hesitated a little, his eyes rarely mixed with complexity.

The last time could be regarded as an accident, but this time the kiss can no longer be described as an accident.

But since Fu Yueting still didn't remember, he still didn't take the initiative to mention it.

Maybe Fu Yueting just regarded him as his favorite person when he was drunk.

if so……

Qin Yan frowned and looked at Fu Yueting again.

Forget it.

After that, just let nature take its course.