Chapter 34

Fu Jia's clothes were all wet from the rain when he came, so he could only wear Lu Qi'an's clothes when he went to school.

Lu Qi'an asked Fu Jia to choose what he liked from the closet, but Fu Jia didn't choose, and took the school uniform directly.

It's not because he is going to school, so he obeys the school rules and wears the school uniform, but because… Lu Qi'an is a student, so the school uniform should be the one he usually wears the most, right? The clothes might smell of Lu Qi'an.

He picked up the collar of his shirt and sniffed it. He wondered if it was because of his heart that he had the illusion of being hugged by Lu Qi'an.

On him, Lu Qi'an's clothes were one size too big, and the sleeves and trousers were too long. Lu Qi'an looked at it and said, "Change out the school uniform."

Fu Jia shook his head, "No."

Lu Qi'an was silent, no longer forced him, and didn't ask why, he rolled up his sleeves for him, and then squatted down to help him Rolled trouser legs.

After everything was ready, Lu Qi'an dragged a large suitcase from the apartment, and took a taxi with Fu Jia to school.

It's evening self-study time, and Fu Jia's roommate hasn't come back yet. Fu Jia opened the door of the dormitory with the key, pressed the light switch, and made a "come in" gesture to Lu Qi'an.

Lu Qi'an pushed the suitcase and walked in. Looking around, he could easily identify Fu Jia's bed.

The emptiest and cleanest one must be Fu Jia's bed.

Sure enough, Fu Jia came to the most simple place and asked, "Where do we put away the mattresses and quilts?"

In the dormitories of No. 6 Middle School, people go to bed and sit on the table. Lu Qi'an raised his hand and touched Fu Jia's mattress and quilt, but he didn't feel the puffiness and softness of the bedding, and said, "No, just take what you have to take away."

Fu Jia nodded, Opened his closet. The wardrobe in the student dormitory is very small, but Fu Jia's cabinet is far from full. At a glance, there are only a few sets of school uniforms, a few personal clothes, a thin summer quilt, and a spare set of bedding .

After removing the quilt, Fu Jia quickly emptied the cabinet. A few pieces of clothes are stacked together, only occupying a small corner of the suitcase, which is pitifully small.

Lu Qi'an's face darkened. Fu Jia didn't notice it right away, and continued to tidy up her bookcase. Compared with the wardrobe, Fu Jia's bookcase is much more substantial. But compared with his three roommates, it still seems empty.

The table of the three roommates is very full. Two of them are full of extra-curricular books on the bookshelves, and the other is full of various snacks, and there are video game consoles on the table.

As for Fu Jia, he was counting his textbooks one by one, as if he was counting some great treasures.

It wasn't until he packed all the things on the desk and was about to put them into the suitcase that he realized something was wrong with Lu Qi'an. He stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Qi'an didn't answer, but lowered his eyes and looked away. Fu Jia was a little confused, so she followed up and asked: "Why don't you talk, you won't be angry?"

Fu Jia subconsciously said the word "angry". Although it was unbelievable, in his opinion, Lu Qi'an was a person who would get angry anytime and anywhere, and the reason was unknown, and he couldn't find a way to coax him.

Lu Qi'an was really in a bad mood. He shook his head and said, "No, it's enough to receive the things, let's go back."

Fu Jia still missed the towels and toiletries in the bathroom, but considering that Lu Qi'an might be angry, he nodded and said: "Okay, let's go."

On the way back to the apartment, Lu Qi'an rarely spoke. Fu Jia tried to talk to him a few times, but only got a short answer, which made Fu Jia more sure that Lu Qi'an was angry.

After entering the apartment, Lu Qi'an finally took the initiative to ask, "Which room do you want to choose?"

Fu Jia's heart tightened.

Here comes the multiple choice question! Should I choose the correct answer to calm Lu Qi'an, or choose the wrong answer to add fuel to the fire?

Fu Jia bit her finger, her eyes scanned back and forth between the guest room and the master bedroom, and finally fixed on the door of the master bedroom. Just like that, he stared at the master bedroom, but pointed to the guest room, and said, "Guest room?"

Lu Qi'an's face remained unchanged.

Fu Jia muttered inwardly that it was not good, and her heart was beating drums.

"Okay." Lu Qi'an nodded and opened the door of the guest room.

Fu Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because she stayed overnight, Fu Jia was very familiar with the guest room, and packed her luggage in a familiar way. He had few things, so he didn't ask Lu Qi'an for any help, and Aunt Miao had been taking care of the room, the beds were all neatly made, Fu Jia only needed to put the things away.

Fu Jia thought that he would live here all the time, so he couldn't help feeling a little flustered, reached out to touch the sheets, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Seeing him smirking on the bed, Lu Qi'an seemed very satisfied with the room, and his mood improved a lot. He said: "Rest early, come to me if you need it."

"I see." Fu Jia said with a smile.

Lu Qi'an nodded, turned and left the room, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Fu Jia lay down on the bed, her body was comfortable, but her heart felt a little empty. Is guest room the correct answer? Even if it is for Lu Qi'an, it is not for him. He lay motionless on the bed, a little drowsy. In order to avoid falling asleep like this, he patted his face, pulled himself together and walked out of the room to wash up in the bathroom.

On the way, he noticed that the door of the master bedroom was closed, and his heart felt even more empty.

He lingered in the same place, and finally did not enter the guest room, but walked to the master bedroom, held his breath at the door, and knocked lightly on the door.

One second, two seconds…

no response. Fu Jia was not sure if Lu Qi'an was asleep or didn't want to talk to him? He was very angry. He took two steps towards the guest room, and turned back unwillingly. This time, he didn't knock on the door, but opened it directly with the hope that Lu Qi'an didn't lock it.

With a click, the door opened.

Fu Jia froze at the door, staring into the room with wide eyes. Lu Qi'an didn't sleep, and was reading a book by the warm yellow light by the bedside. Seeing Fu Jia coming in, he didn't show any surprise, just watched him quietly and waited for him to speak.

Fu Jia held the doorknob and stammered, "I…Actually, I was a little scared on the first day I moved in…I don't dare to sleep alone, so I want to come and sleep with you, is that okay?

" It couldn't be any more rotten. This is not the first day he lived here. It was the time he stayed here before. At that time, he didn't say he was afraid. Why is he suddenly afraid now?

Lu Qi'an accepted such a bad reason. He put down the book, patted the half-empty bed beside him, and said, "Okay, come here."

Fu Jia took a closer look and found two pillows on the bed, and there was just a place for someone beside Lu Qi'an. It's like waiting for someone. Fu Jia didn't even know where to put her hands, closed the door, walked to the edge of the bed with one hand and one foot, lifted a corner of the quilt, and half-lyed in.

Lu Qi'an glanced at him, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room suddenly plunged into darkness. Fu Jia couldn't see anything, but heard the sound of Lu Qi'an lying down, and she also retracted into the quilt and lay flat on the bed.

Fu Jia's heart beat fast and fast. He didn't dare to move his hands and feet, but Lu Qi'an kept moving. Then, a warm hand stretched out and wrapped his arms around Fu Jia's waist.

"Come closer, or you will fall."

Fu Jia moved in along with his strength in a daze, and moved into his arms little by little.

The bodies of the two were close, and their breaths blended together. Fu Jia's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, seeing Lu Qi'an's face and those focused eyes clearly, his face flushed a little bit.

In the dark, Lu Qi'an hugged Fu Jia tightly, and kissed him slowly. He didn't use too much force, and he didn't stick out his tongue. He just kissed Fu Jia's upper and lower lips gently.

Fu Jia also hugged him tightly, eagerly pressing against his body, wishing to melt into his body.

In order to appease him, Lu Qi increased his strength, pressed the back of Fu Jia's head with his hand, and gently rubbed his hair with his fingers. Fu Jia calmed down quickly, and began to kiss Lu Qi'an back in line with Lu Qi'an's rhythm. He worked hard to learn, but he still couldn't grasp the time to take a breath, and he became dizzy after a while.

After the kiss, Fu Jia leaned against Lu Qi'an and gasped for breath, still tightly clutching his clothes. Lu Qi'an

hugged him, stroked his back to help him calm his breathing, and said, "From now on, you can do whatever you want without asking for my permission."

It also softened into a puddle of water.

"Forget everything about the past." Lu Qi'an continued, "The Lin family's affairs, the Lu family's affairs, and your mother's affairs. If you can, forget about these things and regard today as the first day of your life "

Fu Jia was stunned for two seconds, his throat was so dry that he choked up in an instant. He clasped Lu Qi'an's neck tightly, and said hoarsely, "You, you belong to me." He paused, and added, "It's mine alone."

A smile appeared in Lu Qi'an's eyes, and he affirmed: "Yes yours."