Chapter 30:

The kitten Lan Lan stayed at home for a day alone, curled up on the shoe cabinet and waited for someone to come back.
Yan Qiu opened the door, white light flashed in front of him, and immediately saw a white ghost in front of him rush straight towards him.
The kitten crouching on the shoe cabinet heard the sound of the key opening the door, and was already excited. After Yan Qiu opened the door, he couldn't wait to jump and jumped directly into Yan Qiu's arms, licking on Yan Qiu's neck, and meowing to invite pets.
Where is that gesture a cat, clearly a little coquette!
Yan Qiu released Ji Xinglan's hand, holding the door frame with one hand and holding the cat into the door with the other.
Standing behind them, Ji Xinglan looked at him with a sorrowful look, and looked down at the suddenly released hand—the temperature of Qiu Qi still remained in his palm, which was instantly diluted by the cold air.
But Yan · Relentless · Stubborn · Qiu has run to the sofa to play with the little fox.
Afterwards, Ji Xinglan turned on the chandelier in the living room and looked at the group of white hairballs crowded in Yan Qiu's arms. She clasped her hands and leaned aside, her expression slightly uncomfortable.
The little cat who glared at him was keenly aware of the man's hostility, and also meowed at him with open teeth and claws.
"Lan Lan, don't call it."
Yan Qiu gently played around the hair on its tail with his fingertips. He did not know what ghost Ji Xinglan had made behind his back. He thought the kitten was hungry, so he slapped the fur on his neck and put it on the cushion. Ji Xinglan stood behind them, listening to Yan Qiu's affectionately calling the little stinky cat Lan Lan, the discomfort in his heart was even more serious.
Even if Yan Qiu's attention was taken by it, even if his name was taken away by this guy.
When Yan Qiu poured the cat food into the cat bowl, Master Ji was like a little white flower that was squeezed out by the green tea cat, but still upright and kind, and he was still cooking for Yan Xiaozai.
In the kitchen, Ji Xinglan chopped the vegetables indignantly, as if chopping something with each knife.
Since the little stinky cat, Master Ji's status at home has plummeted, from Yanqiu's husband to Yanqiu's cook.
Listening to the playful sound from the living room and looking at the kitty that took up more of Yan Qiu's attention, the person Ji Xinglan regretted it very much.
Such a handsome young man is not as attractive to Yan Qiu as a kitten.
Knowing that there will be today, he should not agree to Yan Qiu bringing the cat back.
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Yan Qiu just walked away for a moment, and as soon as he returned to the living room, he saw a picture that made him cry and laugh—Jixing Lan was bullying the cat.
The guy pretended to take out the cat snacks he bought, and the kitten Lan Lan stood at his feet greedily, but the guy deliberately dangled in front of it, but would not give it to him.
Did you see this cat snack, just don't give it to you.
Come and go, so angry that the kitten meowed.
"What are you doing." Yan Qiu frowned.
As soon as the kitten saw Yan Qiu coming, she immediately turned around and ran towards him, grievously picking his trouser legs.
Yan Qiu reached out and hugged it, and the kitten rubbed into his arms, his eyes rounded, and he barked weakly. The whole cat looked wronged, as if bullied by a bully.
The kitten is so cute, why should you bully the kitten?
Yan Qiu immediately snatched the snack from Ji Xinglan, squatted down and fed it.
Enjoying Yan Qiu's embrace of the favored kitty, she satiated and licked her hair, stretched her lazy waist, and dropped a complacent look at Ji Xinglan.
The eyes seemed to say, I was Yan Qiu's favorite meow.
Ji Xinglan looked at the little white lotus green tea cat shrunken in Yan Qiu's arms and gritted his teeth.
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At night, Yanqiu was lying on the bed in pajamas to tease the cat, watching it bite the fur on his tail.
The kitten Lan Lan rolled its ball around and repeatedly tossed it, just when the fluffy ball rolled away and hit the bathroom door, the door was just gently pushed open.
Ji Xinglan walked out in a bathrobe. His hair already seemed to blow through, hanging down a bit loosely and covering his eyes.
He took the bathroom door with his backhand and looked down at the small ball of hair that was blocking him, picking it up in one hand and picking up the kitten in one hand.
Yan Qiu's eyes looked up and saw the two straight, slender legs under his bathrobe. He couldn't help but think of how these legs usually wrapped tightly under military pants and leather boots.
Yan Qiu swallowed, and suddenly remembered the rumor of the eighteen centimeters.
Qiu expressed nervousness about this, but the tension was definitely not because of fear-because he didn't have eighteen centimeters, if Ji Xinglan had it, it would not be equal to losing him.
Yanqiu took the cat out of the man's hand and held the cat in his arms. The cat held the ball and yawned lazily.
Yan Qiu sat on the edge of the bed and quietly glanced at the man, staring at Xiao Xiaolan's position, but Ji Xinglan kept walking around in the room, drinking water for a while, holding the charger, and swinging his clothes around. It was difficult to peek, and finally sat down.
Yan Qiu investigated for a while, and it was really nothing to gain, but the man's sense of crisis made him unable to help him to find out whether it was true.
When he watched Ji Xinglan lie down beside the bed and opened the notebook, Yan Qiu turned his head and came up with a bad idea.
He propped up the bed board with his hand, and he quickly sat up halfway after turning over, rubbing against Ji Xinglan, and said in disgust:
"are you tired."
Ji Xinglan raised his head from the screen and looked up at him cautiously: "How."
"I will massage you."
Yan Qiu was very diligent and suggested enthusiastically. Before he had finished speaking, he had already climbed Ji Xinglan's shoulders with both hands, and squeezed lightly on his shoulder blade.
Enjoying his tenderness, Ji Xinglan surrendered almost immediately.
Ji Xinglan was also unpredictable, how could this little conscience suddenly treat him so considerately. He also thought that Yan Qiu realized that he had neglected himself all day, and found that he wanted to atone for his sins, so he leaned back and enjoyed it calmly.
The man leaned against the head of the bed with one leg bent and the other leg stretched out at will, putting the notebook on himself.
Yan Qiu sat next to him, bowed slightly, and pressed his shoulders and neck to him rhythmically.
He was pressing intently, and Ji Xinglan, who was busy writing, suddenly took time to turn his head and kissed Yan Qiu's lips.
Before Yan Qiu had time to respond, he turned back and continued to point at the computer.
This action made Yan Qiu's face blush, and he always felt that the relationship between them was a bit strange.
Ji Xinglan was quiet on the surface, but actually felt a bit dark in his heart.
Helping the man to hold his shoulder for a while, Yan Qiu moved down again. Yan Qiu glanced at him secretly, and the man looked at the computer with an expressionless face.
The fluorescent computer screen completely blocked his sight.
The timing is just right now!
Yan Qiu just picked up the corner of his clothes with his fingers and stared at him breathlessly. He didn't dare to move too much, carefully pulling his wrist upwards little by little.
Yan Qiu stared at him, and the clothing corner was lifted a little bit, when he saw that he was about to finish-Yan Qiu's hand was suddenly held down.
"What are you doing." Ji Xinglan had noticed his small movements for a long time, and glanced at him indifferently.
Upon seeing this, Yan Qiu immediately wanted to draw his hand, but his hand couldn't come back and was held by him.
Yan Qiu felt that his cheeks and palms were hot together, and he almost cooked him well, so Gu left and right said he.
"Cough, your bathrobe material is good."
"What the are you doing." Ji Xinglan didn't fool so much, grabbed his hand and tightened a little.
Squeezed by him, Yan Qiu took a deep breath, distorted his expression, and confessed in a very casual manner.
"... Ah, that, I heard a rumor from the campus forum, I'm a little curious about whether it's true or false."
"What?" Ji Xinglan frowned slightly.
"..." Yan Qiu said embarrassedly, Ji Xinglan actually turned down his phone.
Yan Qiuwan didn't expect him to watch the forum. Watching the man's finger flick a few times, he easily found the post floating on the forum homepage.
Ji Xinglan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Are you curious too?"
Yan Qiu hurriedly denied Sanlian: "If it wasn't for me, I asked by the way, don't think about it."
"What's so curious about this."
Ji Xinglan laughed. He did not rush to answer, thought for a while, and asked Yan Qiu: "What about Xie Yu?"
"Fifteen." Yan Qiu said without thinking.
He and Xie Yu played together when they opened their crotch pants, knowing the roots.
Ji Xinglan: "...?"
His face suddenly changed, his deep eyes fixed on Yan Qiu, his expression very dangerous. Ji Xinglan gritted his teeth and said, "How do you know?"
Seeing his face sink, Yan Qiu felt a "chuck" in his heart and quickly covered his mouth.
Gan said the leak.
Ji Xinglan looked at him in a panic, his complexion became worse, he approached slowly and pressed him down on the bed.
The man reached out and gently stroked his cheek, then pinched his chin, the force on his hand was a little bit cruel.
"Good boy, how do you know?"
Ji Xinglan's voice is still low, but there is a vague sense of vagueness, which makes Yan Qiu inexplicable for a while, as if he really did something wrong.
"..." Seeing that Qiu stopped talking, Ji Xinglan pressed his wrists together on the mattress.
"You and Xie Yu are already in this relationship?" He sneered a little, and opened all the buttons on Yan Qiu's neckline.
Yan Qiu twisted twice, but could not break free.
"Which step is it?" The man asked again.
Yan Qiu still did not answer, struggling to say: "No ...!"
The man smiled bleakly, and his hands became more and more powerful. The sharp eyes seemed to be able to scrape the lower skin, as if he was about to be killed by Qiu Qi: "How are the little dogs waiting? Is it gentle enough and considerate enough? "
"What are you talking nonsense about?" Yan Qiu turned his head while scolding, his hands struggling against him to keep him away.
But his hand was quickly grasped and pressed tightly against the mattress. He couldn't breathe or argue when the damp lips were covering him hard.
The kitten saw Yanqiu being bullied and was anxiously whirling around the bed, but it tried to jump and slid down twice. She could n’t get to the bed and was anxiously turning around. She could only grab the trousers of the bad guy. Barking.
"I was ... talking nonsense." Yan Qiu was kissed punished by him until he nearly suffocated, and he knelt on the bed, his voice weak.
"You'd better be." Ji Xinglan looked at him condescendingly, unbuttoned him and went to bed. He said fiercely in Yan Qiu's ear, "Whether there are eighteen or not, it's enough to pack you up."
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That night, I don't know whether it was because of Ji Xinglan's actions just now, or because he was worried that Ji Xinglan would be discovered by Ji Xinglan, and Yan Qiu was a little insomnia, and fell asleep late into the night.
When he went to school the next day, he and Ji Xinglan entered the classroom together. The first thing he did was to go to Ji Xinglan's drawer and wanted to take Bai Yuanyuan's love letter away before Ji Xinglan discovered it.
But after opening his desk, Yan Qiu watched the man pull out a large and colorful love letter out of the drawer.
Suddenly, Yan Qiu's eyes were red with jealousy.
Damn, why do you like him!
Fortunately, Ji Xinglan didn't read the love letter stuffed in his drawer, otherwise he would expose Bai Yuanyuan's love letter to him.
When Ji Xinglan turned his head, Yan Qiu immediately pulled the most familiar one out of the pile of envelopes.
Although Ji Xinglan probably won't watch it, but if she is not afraid of 10,000, she is afraid of it. It is more reassuring to destroy the corpse first.
Yan Qiu used his nineteen years of single speed to move the love letter into his drawer quickly, and pretended nothing happened.