Chapter 88: Little pitiful, forced love (1)

This body is a poor household. According to common sense, it should live in an ordinary six-person bed, but Yan Bei needs a roommate. When he picks it up, he chooses the original person who is timid and never causes trouble.
In the beginning, all the work in the bedroom fell on He Qing, and slowly it became Yan Bei's clothes and shoes. He Qing was asked to wash him.
The original body is timid and cowardly, but it does not mean that he will not resist. It is just that he braved the courage to whisper and was suppressed by Yan Bei without a word.
Yan Bei is rich at home and has a high popularity in school. He Qing is not enough, but a few scares is enough to compromise the younger courage than the little girl.
This was the first month they lived together. He Qing has changed from daring to quietly tolerate quietly, and he comforted himself as if he had paid rent.
After Yan Bei finished playing two games on the bed with Erlang's legs, the teenager had already laid his clothes and shoes on the balcony. Yan Bei was matching the third one, waiting for the game to start a little boring.
He leaned over and looked at the teenager who was careful to pack toilet paper on the sneakers. He asked him in a nasty voice, "What are you doing!"
The teenager was taken aback by his voice, and his body shook and squatted unsteadily on the ground. A pair of beautiful cat eyes watched carefully and carefully, "I'm drying my shoes..."
"I'm not blind, I ask what you do with these toilet papers!"
"Wrap it up..." Looking at his fierce expression, the teenager bowed his head uncomfortably, and said weakly, "You can do it faster..."
When I got an answer, seeing him look scared and stiff, Yan Bei thought it was fun, and wanted to tease him again. The game started. He quickly put his gaze back on the phone and concentrated on playing the game.
The young man on the ground carefully peeked at him, making sure that Yan Bei's eyes were not on him, quietly relieved, stood up, and walked back to his bed lightly.
Although it was a two-person dormitory, the bed used was still on the upper and lower floors. It was just two beds with one on each side. Yan Bei thought that the bed underneath was gray and the bed was sleeping.
Opposite him, He Qing was the lower bunker of fear of heights and sleeping.
He washed the clothes like this. Yan Bei already had fig peels on the ground. The teenager looked up, saw him playing games seriously, and got up to sweep the floor.
On the cleaned table, Yan Bei also dropped a few pieces of clothing. After sweeping the floor, He Qing put his lips together seriously and folded the clothes carefully, carefully placing them under Yan Bei.
When everything was done, he sat cautiously on the stool near his bed and started reading.
After Yan Bei finished playing the fifth, he noticed that the only thing in the dormitory was the rustling of the young man's book flipping. After playing for so long, he was also a little tired. He switched to another game and continued to match. .
He Qing was sitting upright, his head slightly lowered, and he was seriously taking notes in the book. From the angle of Yan Bei, he could see his long drooping eyelashes and slightly pursed lips.
Yan Bei still likes to tease his roommate. If nothing else, every time he looks blushing and speechless like a little girl, he finds it particularly fun.
Now I don't want to play the game anymore. During the holidays, the fox friends and dog friends all came home. Yan Bei was bored, and the idea of ​​teasing himself as a timid roommate arises.
"Hey!"
The teenager was taking notes seriously, and suddenly a voice came from his ear, shaking his hands in fright, raising his head blankly, and the cat's eyes were full of cowardice, "What, what?"
He Qing just didn't like to talk before. Anyway, there were many people in the class. He sat on the side silently, and no one paid attention to him. He just had to study quietly.
But since moving to this dormitory, because of the initial resistance, Yan Bei was really scared several times with his fists. He Qing saw Yan Bei fight with his own eyes when he hit the screaming man's face in circles. The scenes have been a source of teenagers’ nightmares for a long time.
Originally, he was afraid of Yan Bei. When he moved to the bedroom, he listened to Yan Bei on the phone every day. He would say who he was going to fight and who he would teach him. He scared him even less.
Coupled with the threat of Yan Bei’s force last time, now He Qing is nervous as soon as he sees Yan Bei. He can’t help but shrink back, and his stiff hands move back, as if he will escape next moment. The bedroom is average.
Yan Bei liked his frightened appearance, and jumped directly under the bed in the panic of the teenager, stepping forward in two or three steps, "What book are you reading?"
When he jumped down, He Qing was almost scared to scream, seeing that Yan Bei was standing in front of himself without any relief.
The heart thumped, and the teenager stammered, "Lesson, textbook..."
"Oh, textbook, you take it and show it to me." Knowing that He Qing was afraid of him, Yan Bei wanted to tease the teenager and hand it to himself.
Almost shaking out his hand, the teenager picked up the textbook and handed it to Yan Bei.
Seeing his fearful appearance, Yan Bei felt more and more fun in his heart. He picked up the textbook without looking up and lifted it up. He was about to fight off. The teenager who had been stiff and alert, screamed and hugged Own head.
He waited for a while in fear, but the imaginary pain was delayed. He kept his head in a protective position, and looked up gently and scaredly.
But seeing Yan Bei was shaking the book, his mouth full of unstoppable smiles, "I'm shaking, what are you doing?"
He Qing blinked blankly, then hesitantly dropped his hand, "Yes, I'm sorry..."
Obviously, he was scaring He Qing, but the person who finally apologized was actually him. Yan Bei was more and more interested by his good temper.
He looked down at the words on the book and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. "You write pretty words."
He was praised by his words, and the tension in the boy’s heart was a little lower, and his speech was not so stuttering.
"Well, your word is not bad." Yan Bei nodded and turned the content in front of him. When a smile appeared slightly in the corner of the teenager's mouth, he suddenly said, "It's too pretty, like a girl."
He said, raising his eyes, his eyes looked like a young boy with a white face, and he felt his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, I suddenly found out that you are not just writing like a girl, you look like Girl."
"He Qing, you will not be a woman!"
The teenager was stunned, seeing no signs of his joking, and waved his hands again and again, "I am not... I am a man!"
"You say you are a man, are you a man?"
He was stunned by the roommate's strong words, He Qing didn't know how to answer, and could only emphasize seriously, "I'm really a man!"
"Look at you, you look so beautiful, you have such fair skin, and you are so virtuous. Who believes you are not a woman? Say! Are you a woman?"
If Yan Beilu only made the teenager feel dangerous when he smiled, then the way he now sinks his face and makes him afraid makes him scared. He is afraid that the person in front of him can't get a handle and beat him, and he is scared. I am really a man!"
Yan Bei just wanted to tease him, but he didn’t expect He Qing to be fooled so easily. He looked at the teenager up and down, pretending to think for a while, and said, "So, you let me check and see if you have Nothing that men have, if you do, I will believe you!"
"It's not too late to come and check now!"
While the teenager hadn't responded yet, Yan Bei with a mischievous smile succeeded, pushing the person directly on the teenager's bed behind him, his hands touching him.
"You, what are you doing!"
He Qing finally realized that something was wrong. He blocked his hands desperately. The more Yanbei got stronger, he just finished playing the game. His hands were cold, and he watched the teenager panic. He reached over and stuffed him in his neck.
Watching He Qing's body tremble with cold, he looked at himself with a pair of big cat eyes, Yan Bei suddenly wanted to really take off his clothes to see if he was a girl.
They usually play like this, but none of them, like the teenager under him, makes him think that he is really likely to be a girl.
Yan Bei originally wanted to tease He Qing's change of state of mind. He held the teenager's hands with one hand and pulled his pants with the other.
"What are you doing! Let me go!" He was easily suppressed and could not move. The teenager was anxiously and paniclessly struggling, Yan Bei didn't pay attention to his wrong face, and pulled off the layer he wore outside. At the corner of his underwear, he was stunned for a while, then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, how old are you! Actually using this cartoon underpants! It's not a girl!"
He smiled and smiled, and suddenly felt that the reaction of the people under him was a bit wrong, and raised his head in doubt, but found that He Qing was crying.
The teenager clenched his teeth so that he wouldn't cry, and tears ran down his cheeks, looking at Yan Bei's eyes with anger and panic never seen before.
Seems to have played too much...
Yan Bei retreated a little and suppressed the boy's hand. Hahagan laughed twice to hide the embarrassment. "Look at you, just look at your underwear! Stingy!"
Being forced to press on the bed and buckled up with a stingy hat, the teenager's reaction was just to get dressed quickly, shrinking his head at the foot of the bed and saying nothing.
Seeing him as if he was really angry, Yan Bei walked over and sat next to He Qing. Almost the next second he sat down, the people around him tensed suddenly and tried hard to shrink themselves.
"Yes, you are a man, you are a man!" Yan Bei poked him, but got a more rigid reaction.
His apologetic heart was agitated by the teenager's disregard, and his eyebrows were frowned.
The teenager did not respond.
Yan Bei became more impatient, he pulled the people up, "I said you..."
Looking at the little red face crying, Yan Bei choked, "Hey, isn't it, you cry so easily!"
The teenager was silent, clenching his teeth and trying to shake off his hand, but Yan Bei grabbed him.
He didn't feel sorry, but he was afraid that He Qingji hated that he couldn't live in this dormitory. Uncle Yan Bei was working as a teacher in their school. He could obviously let him live in a double room alone, but he should not be given special treatment.
What happened to his special treatment, and their family did not donate money to school, but his mother still listened to his old uncle, and Yan Bei had to find a roommate for himself.
Picking it up and down, he loves cleanliness, so easy to handle, and is especially quiet. He Qing is the most beloved of Yan Bei who can say nothing all day.
If he gave He Qing a whole run, wouldn’t he have to find someone else who didn’t take a shower!
Holding this idea, Yan Bei coaxed at the crying red-eyed boy for a while, and finally the teenager stopped crying. He hugged his knees cautiously and looked at Yan Bei with brighter cat eyes after crying. I."
Yan Bei froze.
What does it mean not to touch him, just touch it twice, unhappy he just touched it back, all men pay attention to!
But in order not to change roommates, Yan Bei could bend and stretch, "If you don't touch, you won't touch."
When he was willing to touch a man, it would be better to hug a woman with fragrant fragrance.
But speaking of it, just when he pressed He Qing down, when he touched him, his skin was really soft and smooth, much better than the girlfriend he talked about before.
and……
Yan Bei's eyes fell naturally on the juvenile's flexed legs. He Qing looked thin, and it felt quite comfortable to touch it.
He looked at it and couldn't help but want to give it a try. As soon as his hand was stretched out, the teenager was vigilantly evaded. Thinking of his promise, he froze, and withdrew his hand casually.
Yan Bei pulled his face, and the uncle was impatient. "Okay, cry, cry, wipe my tears away and buy me food."
Withdrawing money and throwing it on the table, he climbed into bed, picked up his phone and fiddled with it, and after a while, the familiar game music sounded.
The teenager, who had been stiff and shrunken, was relieved, quickly wiped away his tears, and picked up the money on the table.
Hearing the sound of the door being gently closed, Yan Bei dropped his phone and reached out and squeezed in the air.
Feel... is really good!
It's a pity, why is this not a girl, it must be very comfortable to hold and sleep!
【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 15, please host to make persistent efforts, why not! 】
He Qing walked on the campus road carrying the food he bought for his roommate. He was about to reach the door of the bedroom, and someone called him behind him.
"A Qing!"
Gentle, like the sound of Mu Chunfeng, but let the young man fall into the ice cellar.
He turned his face stiffly with his white face, and after seeing the faces of the people behind him, the lunch box landed.