attacking the soul

"Yi'an is here. Why hasn't Song Qi got up yet? Has he had breakfast yet? Come in and sit down for a while." Song's mother was still wondering who came so early, and seeing Fu Yi'an standing politely at the door, she was happy Let Fu Yi'an come in first.

"Hello, Auntie, I've already eaten. I made an appointment with Xiao Qi at nine o'clock in the morning. It's still early, so I'll bother Auntie." Fu Yi'an replied politely.

Song's mother glanced at the wall clock, it was only eight o'clock, she thought it was a little early, then thought it might be Yi'an who got up early, and hurriedly asked someone to come in to change shoes, "You are still so polite, my aunt's house is not so polite." How well behaved. Why don't you eat some more breakfast from your aunt's house, and Lao Song just got up. You sit down for a while, and I'll go check the porridge on the stove and don't rush."

Fu Yi'an nodded with a smile, walked into the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Yi'an is here. Song Qi hasn't woken up yet. Go and call him. It's the door on the right at the back." Father Song said with a smile while standing on the second floor, pointing his finger in the direction of the corridor.

"Old Song, just as Yi An sat down, you ordered others to do that. It's not like you don't know how angry Song Qi is when he wakes up. You sit down, Yi An, and let Lao Song call you." Song's mother stared angrily. Looking at Song's father, he said, how could Lao Song be so invisible.

Fu Yi'an had already stood up at this moment, "Auntie, I'll just go, just in time to visit Xiaoqi's bedroom."

Seeing that Fu Yi'an had already stood up, Song's mother smiled apologetically, because Yi'an had a good temper.Walking up to Song's father who had already gone downstairs, seeing the other party's sincere smile, even giving him a bad-tempered look.

Fu Yi'an gently opened the door, not quite getting used to the light in the bedroom for a while, it happened to be a cloudy day today, and the curtains were drawn to make the whole room quite dark.

After getting used to the brightness, I could vaguely see a bulge on the bed, the quilt was crookedly covered, and even the head was wrapped in it, isn't it...

Fu Yi'an didn't go directly to wake Song Qi up, but after walking up to him and sitting on the bed, he didn't know where to start.

Song Qi was already half asleep and half awake in a daze. Last night, he was filming too late, his eyes were a little bit tight, and he couldn't open them for a while. Seeing that the alarm clock hadn't sounded yet, he twisted on the bed not to think about it.

Feeling someone sitting down on the bed, he thought it was his father, so he moaned, "Dad, I'll get up in a while, just in a while..."

Fu Yi'an held back a smile and looked at the man who was moaning under the quilt, saw a bunch of hair leaking out, and remembered that Song Qi was very ticklish when he was a child, so he stretched his hand in and scratched it.

The cold hand and itchy flesh were attacked, Song Qi jumped up and roared just now, but the moment he saw Fu Yi'an, the sound was automatically silenced.

Suppressing his anger of getting up, he said depressedly, "Brother Fu, why are you here?"

Fu Yi'an saw Song Qi's series of expressions in his eyes, and thought that the other party would lose his temper at him like when he was a child, but in the end he endured it. It seems that they are still unfamiliar after being separated for so long.

Song Qi waited for a while but still didn't see the other party talking, and was not in the mood to greet him. Thinking that he was still naked, he was about to get up and put on his clothes first.But he didn't want to get out of bed to look for clothes, Fu Yi'an directly came over and kissed his forehead.

"What are you doing?" Song Qi pushed him away and asked doubtfully, do they know each other so well?

Seeing that Song Qi had no other expression on his face except doubts, Fu Yi'an didn't know whether to be happy or angry, "Good morning kiss, I used to wake you up like that when I was a child, and the effect is not bad."

Song Qi was quite happy, and looked at Fu Yi'an with a look like he was looking at a fool, "Brother Fu, we are both old, and your trick was only useful when I was six years old."

Should it be said whether Song Qi was too smart or too stupid, Fu Yi'an's rare expression distorted.

He coughed in disguise, and turned his head to see Song Qi flipping through his clothes on the bedside with his butt pouted carelessly. Even though the room was not bright, Fu Yi'an could still clearly see that Song Qi's skin was delicate and his figure was still radiant. It looks like a teenager, with no clear texture but extremely well-proportioned.

"I remember I took out the T-shirt yesterday. Why isn't such a big piece of clothing here?" Song Qi muttered while rummaging through it. Maybe Fu Yi'an's intimate actions just now didn't have any effect. The memories from childhood Being mentioned, Song Qi still felt a lot closer, "Brother Fu, help me draw the curtains, the light is too dark, it's hard to find clothes."

As he spoke, he put on the jeans first, and the loose fit added a bit of abstinence.

Fu Yi'an stabilized his mind and helped Song Qi open the curtains. He saw the microphone on the table out of the corner of his eye, and was slightly taken aback, but was interrupted by Song Qi's surprised voice, "Here it is!"

Song Qi pulled out the crumpled T-shirt that was rolled up under the quilt, and put it on without hesitation before pulling it on. The fabric of the clothes was still soft, and the creases were not so obvious when it was worn on the body.

Fu Yi'an felt that it was necessary for him to bring Song Qiguai to him as soon as possible. In his opinion, Song Qi's daily life should be contracted by him from now on.