Caressing Qi Yan's cheek, Xiao Yi remained silent, with traces of sadness spreading out.

Perhaps he should suppress this feeling completely before it explodes...

The empty room was silent, and suddenly a melancholy sigh rang out, breaking the warm atmosphere in the room.

He gently placed his lips on his forehead and kissed him like a dragonfly touching the water.

Xiao Yi's heart began to hesitate again.

"What should I do..."

- Teach me, what is the most perfect way to do it?

The scene in the dream is very beautiful and dreamy, it is a colorful world. Qi Yan is located in this city, looking particularly small.

The city is very large, with roads crisscrossing. Qi Yan stood in a corner at a loss, not knowing where to go.

Everyone around him was rushing on his way. Qi Yan wanted to ask where this place was and where he should go, but they all seemed not to see Qi Yan and passed by him without looking back.

How strange. Qi Yan thought so and walked along with the crowd without any scruples.

The city in the dream was just like a real city. Everyone had a destination he wanted to go to. Only Qi Yan was walking around aimlessly. Helplessness and confusion accompanied by the cold wind blew over his whole body.

Qi Yan knew that he was dreaming. If no one came to wake him up, he would not wake up.

Suddenly, a familiar figure stood on the street in the distance and smiled at him, waving. Qi Yan squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was Xiao Yi in a linen coat.

"Xiao Yi!" Qi Yan called out and ran over: "I actually dreamed of you!"

Xiao Yi just had a faint smile on his face, but didn't say anything.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Qi Yan asked, and then an idea flashed in his mind: "Oh, you can't talk in a dream, right?"

This time, Xiao Yi raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, just like usual. Qi Yan covered his forehead and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't hit my head all the time."

After he finished speaking, Qi Yan saw Xiao Yi retreating, step by step, facing him, and slowly retreating.

Behind him was a stream of cars. Qi Yan widened his eyes and stretched out his hand to grab him, but found that he suddenly couldn't move.

"Xiao Yi!" Qi Yan called out, "There's a car behind us!"

Xiao Yi didn't listen and continued to back away. Qi Yan's face turned pale and he kept shouting at him to stop.

It was like a muted clip. Qi Yan couldn't hear his own voice, nor could he hear the sounds of the world. He could only watch Xiao Yi standing in the middle of the road, and a large truck full of goods was about to fly over from the side.

At the moment when the truck and Xiao Yi were about to collide, Qi Yan was awakened.

With a terrible headache, Qi Yan pinched his forehead and groaned in pain.

After a while of relief, Qi Yan looked around and found that this was not his small bedroom, but a relatively larger room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were only half-closed, and one could still see the dark sky outside and the brightly lit streets and city.

...He seemed to have eaten seafood hot pot at Xiao Yi's house, drank some red wine...and then got drunk?

Shocked by his "astonishing" alcohol tolerance, Qi Yan looked at himself, his clothes were intact, and there was no drunken disorder...

Recalling his dream just now, Qi Yan hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Yi!"

There was no answer.

Qi Yan was stunned, and endured the dizziness, and stood up and walked outside.

"Xiao Yi!"

Still no one answered, but when he approached the door, he could hear a faint noise coming from outside the bedroom.

"Xiao Yi, are you outside?"

Qi Yan opened the bedroom door. The left side led to the living room, and there was no sound from there. At the end of the right was the bathroom, and the sound came from there.

It turned out that he was taking a shower.

Somehow, Qi Yan's face turned red, and he quietly retreated back to the room, but there was a voice in his heart shouting.

- Go and peek! It would be a pity not to peek when the conditions are so favorable!

Qi Yan said that he was still very rational, at least he was not prompted by such a weird desire to do such a "stealing" thing!

Of course, if it was a big beauty with a curvy figure, he might go and take a look!

Even thinking so, the blush on Qi Yan's face did not disappear, but felt redder and redder.

"Ahhh, don't blush anymore..."

Qi Yan fell on the bed and buried his head in the pillow to cover up his increasingly hot cheeks.

"What are you doing? Holding your breath?"

A voice accompanied by a chuckle came from behind, and at some point, Xiao Yi walked in with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body.

"Wow!" Qi Yan, whose expression had just eased, turned around and saw the strong but not abrupt figure shining in the dim light.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yi smiled even more: "What's wrong?"

"Why did you come out without getting dressed?!"

"My clothes are in the bedroom." Xiao Yi said, and then he opened the closet by himself, and in front of Qi Yan, he took off the only bath towel on his body.

Qi Yan: "Ah——!"

- What did he see? ! Strong buttocks!

With a joyful laugh from his throat, Xiao Yi put on his underwear and pajamas casually, then turned around and found Qi Yan had huddled in the corner of the bed, staring at him with a look of frightened young wife.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yi walked over, stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead.

"...Why don't you avoid suspicion." Qi Yan wanted to cry but had no tears: "Although, although we are friends, you shouldn't be like this."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"It's just changing clothes or something..."

Xiao Yi's scorching gaze seemed to burn Qi Yan's heart.

Qi Yan dodged, trying to avoid the scorching gaze.

"Qi Yan, look into my eyes." Xiao Yi's voice was alluring and charming: "Tell me why you blush."

​​Qi Yan looked over with watery eyes and stammered: "No, no blushing."

"Not a good boy." Xiao Yi cornered him, his voice low and magnetic: "Tell the truth."

Qi Yan held his breath, his face flushed: "Because you..."

Xiao Yi didn't hear a word of the following words because his voice was too soft.

With a helpless sigh, Xiao Yi tightened his arms and held him in his arms.

"I didn't hear clearly."

Qi Yan froze in his arms and dared not move, and raised his voice slightly: "You have a great figure..."

"Puff..." Xiao Yi hugged him tightly, and couldn't stop laughing from his mouth: "You are really so cute."

"Then why do you say I'm stupid?" Suddenly remembered that when he just came here today and was pressed against the wall at the door, Xiao Yi said he was stupid!

The person in his heart inexplicably remembered the grudge. Xiao Yi was in a good mood and whispered in his ear: "You heard it wrong. There is another word after stupid."

"What?"

After the words fell, a warm and soft feeling came over his lips.