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In the studio, the paint was scattered all over the floor, and the canvas sketch paper was scattered in it, which can be described as a mess. In the center of the mess was an overturned easel. Qi Rui and Qin Yichen sat side by side beside the overturned easel.

With a click, Qi Rui looked sideways at Qin Yichen who was lighting a cigarette with a lighter.

Qin Yichen took a deep breath with the filter in his mouth, and the end of the cigarette emitted a bright yellow flame. Then Qin Yichen took the cigarette away from his mouth, and wisps of white smoke were spewed out by Qin Yichen irregularly, slowly floating into the air.

His eyes could not help but be attracted by the slowly rising smoke, Qi Rui's deep thoughts drifted away, thinking of the night when he revealed his heart, Qin Yichen imprisoned him and put a big mouthful of smoke into his mouth, he found it unbearable at the time, now recalling the pungent burning in his nasal cavity Painful suffocation, but inexplicable yearning and longing.

"Brother, give me one to try." Qi Rui's eyes fell on the cigarette case in Qin Yichen's hand, nervous and expectant.

Qin Yichen took a look at Qi Rui, picked up the cigarette box with his thumb and index finger and took out a cigarette with his fingers and brought it to Qi Rui's mouth.

Qi Rui picked it up with his hands, but Qin Yichen stepped aside, so Qi Rui had to follow Qin Yichen's example, opening his mouth to hold the filter of the cigarette.

As soon as the cigarette entered his mouth, Qi Rui was a little at a loss. Just as he thought about getting a lighter to light a cigarette, the back of his head was suddenly held by Qin Yichen. Qin Yichen used the burning end of his cigarette to gently hold Qi Rui's cigarette, with neither light nor heavy force It spread along the cigarette to Qi Rui's sensitive lip nerves, giving Qi Rui the illusion that he was kissing Qin Yichen.

Qi Rui took a deep breath involuntarily, the cigarette was immediately lit, and a puff of smoke immediately poured into the unprepared Qi Rui's mouth, and then rose to the nasal cavity, followed by a spicy burning pain.

This feeling was completely unacceptable to Qi Rui, he hurriedly took the cigarette out of his mouth, Qi Rui coughed violently.

Qin Yichen seemed to be looking at a disobedient kitten, with a smile on his face, and gently stroked Qi Rui's back with one hand.

The cough finally stopped, Qi Rui looked at Qin Yichen with a bitter face, and complained to Qin Yichen while coughing: "Why do so many people like such a tortured thing?"

Qin Yichen stopped the movement of smoothing the hair, reached out and took the cigarette that was still burning in Qi Rui's hand, put it on the palette to extinguish it, and then said to Qi Rui:

"Don't learn this, it's bad for your health."

"You still smoke knowing it's bad for your health?" Qi Rui leaned over to snatch the few cigarette butts left in Qin Yichen's hand.

Qin Yichen dodged sideways, Qi Rui chased after him and continued to snatch, Qin Yichen continued to dodge, and the two soon used the excuse of grabbing cigarettes to roll into a ball.

Enough of the fuss, it was almost dinner time, worried that Qi Zhengye would really find him if he stayed in the studio again, Qi Rui gathered his energy, got dressed, and together with Qin Yichen tidied up the messy studio.

When the cleaning was coming to an end, the door handle was forcibly turned from the outside, but the door was locked from the inside, so the people outside did not open the door.

Soon there was a violent knock on the door, and at the same time, Wang Qingtong cried out worriedly: "Xiaorui! What are you doing in there? Qin Yichen is also in there, right? Open the door! Open the door for mom quickly."

In an instant, Qi Rui's heart jumped into his throat, and he reflexively grabbed Qin Yichen's arm to seek a sense of security: "Brother, take a quick look at me, is there anything that would make my mother suspicious?"

Qin Yichen's gaze scanned Qi Rui from head to toe. His bright eyes, reddish cheeks, and ruddy lips all exuded the charm of being moved. It can be said that every part of Qi Rui is charming. It may arouse Wang Qingtong's suspicion.

Qin Yichen shook his head at Qi Rui, raised his hand and gently stroked from the top of Qi Rui's head to his ear: "No."