Chapter 87：

The lie was pierced on the spot, Yan Qiu looked at the scarf in Ji Xinglan's hand, and his slightly annoyed expression, and looked away slightly embarrassedly, his eyes flickering toward the ceiling.

Overturned.

He is just a pure male student with only fifty cents in his meal card. He knows a hammer Hermes!

Yan Qiu silently swallowed her tears in her stomach, and it should be said that this housekeeper is too reliable or too unreliable.

Sitting on the bed, Ji Xinglan looked at his non-self-motivated attitude, and the expression in his eyes gradually cooled down, and his face changed in a blink of an eye.

"What about the scarf you knit for me, where?"

His tone was a bit stiff, and the excitement that he had just received was now washed away by the brutal reality.

Yan Qiu didn't even knit a scarf for him, and bought a random one to fool him.

"I……"

The anxious Yan Qiu swallowed a slobber and glanced in the direction of the cat's nest in the corner. The rag had been thrown by Yan Qiu to the cat as a mat.

"In this sincerity, just buy a scarf to fool me?" Ji Xinglan seemed to be bored. He stretched his long legs and leaned back, picked up the terminal on the head of the bed and twiddled it.

He didn't read Yan Qiu, but the more he wanted, the more angry he became, and the more he wanted to get wronged.

This is no longer a simple problem of a scarf, Yan Qiu actually perverted him like this!

This made him feel sad. Does Yan Qiu ... may not like him that much.

Yan Qiu looked anxiously at Ji Xinglan, seeing him as if he was angry, and the light and spirit in his eyes gradually dimmed. He had just got the treasure and took the scarf sent by Yan Qiu. At this moment, he directly abandoned Rushanglu and let go, and silently watched the terminal stop talking.

Yan Qiu Wanwan didn't expect that he would like this scarf so much, and would be so angry. Seeing that he was upset, he also grabbed his heart and hurriedly grabbed him. "Angry?"

The man glanced at him and did not answer. But clearly it is angry.

Yan Qiu was also a little flustered. The man barely touched him, and Yan Qiu didn't quite understand how to coax an Alpha, so he tried to sit down next to him, leaning his head on the man's shoulder, and leaning his face to kiss him in the corner of his lips. After a while: "Ji Xinglan, don't be angry."

The man didn't say a word, and the light reflected on the terminal screen shone brightly. His pupils didn't give him a little look from beginning to end, his lips tightened without any curvature, and almost squeezed into a line. He just leaned on the bed and played with the terminal, his side motionless like a beautiful sculpture.

Seeing that he still cares about it, Yan Qiu had to coax him even harder, rolled over and took the initiative to sit on his lap, removed the terminal in his hand, and kissed him with a pleasing face.

"Don't be angry." He didn't know whether it was coaxing or coquettish, but in short it worked.

Although Ji Xinglan still didn't say anything, his hand didn't squeeze him very honestly.

Yan Qiu sighed. No pain, it is a little itchy, not very embarrassed.

I kissed and touched, and Ji Xinglan was still arrogant and showed a look of disregard. Seeing his arrogant looks inexplicably childish, Yan Qiu couldn't help crying or laughing.

In the impression, Ji Xinglan was never angry with him. Even if he had such a bad attitude towards him, Master Xiao always looked at him calmly with those dark and bright eyes.

Yan Qiu knew that Ji Xinglan would not be angry because of anything else. The reason why he is angry today is because he did not love him enough.

Indeed, it seemed to him that he did not want to knit a scarf for him, and even lied to fool him.

Is this what he said loves him?

Yan Qiu raised his hand and touched his face, his lips closed.

This idiot. He got up at four o'clock in the morning and wore scarves for him. How could he not love him?

Yan Qiu also couldn't grasp how angry Ji Xinglan was, but he could see that Ji Xinglan would rather have a rag he woven by himself, rather than perfunctory things.

So Yan Qiu sighed, wrapped around his neck, and coaxed him while rubbing: "Okay, don't be angry. I really knit a scarf for you, really!"

Afraid of his unbelief, Yan Qiu said helplessly: "I can't do it for you, but you are not allowed to laugh."

Ji Xinglan finally got a little movement, looked at him, and doubted the letter.

"Close your eyes and don't peek."

Yan Qiu pulled Ji Xinglan's hand, let him cover his eyes with his hand, and then quickly jumped out of bed to **** the scarf from the cat's nest, shaking vigorously, patting the cat hair on it.

Walking to the bed, Ji Xinglan really covered her eyes without peeping. Yan Qiu took the opportunity to sniff with anxiety, and it didn't taste much.

Alpha's five senses are very keen. If Ji Xinglan knows that he would rather give it away to the cat, he will not be angry.

Yan Qiu knelt on the edge of the bed and carefully raised his hand to unfold the scarf and hung it on Ji Xinglan's neck.

"Look, I really woven it for you." He let Ji Xinglan open his eyes, his expression flickering a little, "... it's too ugly, I'm not embarrassed to send you."

Master Ji lowered his head and glanced, finally he was willing to move, grabbed the scarf around his neck, and unfolded it carefully.

"..."

Well, it's really ugly.

At first glance, Yan Qiu was sure to have woven it himself. The stitches are very ugly, if any business dares to sell this scarf, it must have closed down with Jiangnan Leather Factory.

"Huh, it's almost the same," Ji Xinglan showed a trace of satisfaction, and accepted the scarf.

He pulled Yan Qiu's neck down and kissed him, and then touted the scarf with conscience: "It's not ugly at all, really. It looks better than the one I bought. I will wear this one tomorrow."

Yan Qiu looked at his handsome face and couldn't tell whether he was really blind or blinded by love. He always felt cold and sweating in his back.

So he blinked and carefully pleaded with him: "This is what I woven for you. Can you hide it and not wear it."

Master Ji nodded, and it seemed reasonable.

The scarf that Yan Qiu gave him is the only one in the world. Why should he show it to others?

Thinking about it this way, Ji Xinglan would put away the scarf, as if he didn't even want to show it to his mother. But he just took the scarf down and took it in his hand, sniffed his nose, and suddenly looked at the scarf with some doubt and asked.

"How come it smells like a cat?"

Still the same cat smell as the little stinky cat at home.

Yan Qiu almost choked, looking away as naturally as possible, looking at the ceiling calmly and said: "No, you smelled wrong."

Ji Xinglan frowned. This scarf does have a cat smell, and I don't know if it was crawled by the little stinky cat, but he didn't care.

The scarf that Yan Qiu knitted for him, it doesn't matter if it's ugly, what a little cat smell.

Ji Xinglan hid the scarf baby babe and stuffed it into the bottom of the closet, then jumped into bed cheerfully with a box and pressed Yan Qiu, kissed his lips and said:

"I also have something to give you."

Yan Qiu received his gift and was not surprised that he gave it to himself. After all, he had enjoyed the toy "Big Gift" one by one.

Yan Qiusheng was afraid of something strange, so he took it in his hands and measured it.

Strangely, the box looks large, but the portion is a bit light.

Isn't it also a scarf? Yan Qiu pondered while removing the box.

It is not impossible, after all, it is the scarf that Ji Xinglan himself mentioned.

Waiting for Qiu to open the box, it turned out to be familiar woolen paper. There was no packaging or brand label on the box. It was estimated that he woven it himself.

No wonder Ji Xinglan is angry, he has woven scarves for himself with all his Alpha, why can he weave him for such a pitiful stubbornness.

Yan Qiu reached out and took the scarf out, still feeling a little surprised in his heart.

Was Ji Xinglan also knitting a scarf in the study room a few days ago, which is too ... too touching.

Looking at a pile of wool-like things, Yan Qiu assumed that he was also making a scarf, but when he took it out, Ji Xinglan's thing looked worse than his own.

Black, the shape is not regular, not like a scarf at all.

"Pomp." Yan Qiuwan didn't expect anyone else in this world to be more clumsy than himself. Just laughed mercilessly, he saw Ji Xinglan smiled secretly and spread out the ball of wool.

Hey, it doesn't seem to be a scarf.

It looks ... more like a sweater. The knitting is still neat and beautiful, the level is obviously better than him.

Yan Qiu evaluated in his heart. The hole is a bit big and I don't know how to wear it.

"It's okay to wear." The man saw his doubts at a glance, "Come over, sit on my lap, I'll help you wear it."

Yan Qiu wanted to know how to wear this thing, so he obediently became a tester and asked Ji Xinglan to help him.

After changing, he jumped out of bed and walked to the floor mirror.

In the mirror, he was wearing a black sweater with a full backless style, and only one strap was loosely tied around his neck. A large part of his shoulders and back were exposed, matching the collar around his neck and his cheeks. A piece of Hongxia drunk and drunk is inexplicably pure and sexy.

Yanqiu looked at the mirror and was silent.

Just **** the dew, so why is there a fluffy rabbit tail behind?

Ji Xinglan didn't know when he had stood behind him, and squeezed on his soft tail. Yan Qiu grabbed his hand with one hand and asked him, "What are you doing?"

In the mirror, the man's beautiful throat behind him rolled up and down, lifting the thin lips in the sound of the zipper: "What do you say?"

...

The air is steaming, the entanglement of pheromones.

Yan Qiu's hands were wrapped in a scarf and buckled on the doorknob. He couldn't work hard. He could only tip his toes and let the man behind him hold him.

"Stand up, be careful." The man pretended to be a good adviser. "If you don't stand up, what if the doorknob is unscrewed? Now there is someone in the corridor outside."

"... Have you played enough?" Yan Qiu's eyes were filled with mist, and even his dark eyelashes were soaked, like a butterfly whose wings were wet by rain, pitifully helpless, fluttering his wings fragilely.

He wore a short black sweater, which fits softly with his lines, which is in sharp contrast with the fair skin.

Yan Qiu shook his head and shook off a little sweat on the tip of his nose, gritting his teeth.

Ji Xinglan, the bastard, spoke nice words, but actually did not see how he "treat" himself.

Bai Jing teenager stepped barefoot on the floor, under his feet was a beige camel carpet, his beautiful feet and slender ankles were pink, his body was soaked with thin sweat, and his wetness seemed to have just been caught from the water come out. The original fair skin was impregnated with a layer of pink, like an innocent and beautiful little mermaid.

The man kissed his back with patience, down the spine. With each kiss, Yan Qiu will follow the tremor physiologically.

From this angle behind him, the man could see his lips moist and bright, and his cheeks and eyes were red. So the man took another half step forward, kissed his lips, and swallowed all the small whimpers.

Yan Qiu was exhausted, and his hot cheeks were pressed against the door panel, only to feel that the door panel in front was cold, but behind him was hot.

His head lightly touched the door, and when he was confused, a sudden knock knocked into his ear.

"Boom Boom Boom--!"

The knock on the door was too close and too sudden, Yan Qiu was startled and tightened abruptly. The man behind him worried about his cry and immediately covered his mouth.

The knock on the door rang shortly, and the sound of the housekeeper came from outside the door.

"Master Xiaoqiu, is Master Ji in your room?"

Is a housekeeper. Yan Qiu slightly relieved.

It is estimated that he did not see anyone in Ji Xinglan's room, so he knocked on the door of his room.

Ji Xinglan also quickly released her hand from covering Yan Qiu, and motioned to Qiu to respond quickly.

Seeing that no one answered, the housekeeper knocked on the door again.

"--Master?"

The knock on the door became more and more rapid, Yan Qiu was forced to flush his cheeks by him, and he was almost steaming. He could only suppress the trembling voice as much as possible, and answered as calmly as possible: "I am here, he ... , Take a bath. "

Yan Qiu dare not dare to come out, for fear that the housekeeper will hear a strange push in the door.

Although it was impossible for the housekeeper to be so rude, he was still guilty.

At last he heard his response, but the butler made an oh sound, as if he didn't notice anything strange, just said: "Madam let you go downstairs for supper."

"Okay, okay." Yan Qiu quickly agreed, "I'll come later."

After conveying the words, the housekeeper walked on the floor.

Finally he waited for his footsteps to go away, and slowly went downstairs and disappeared.

Yan Qiu leaned on the door, and the confused look in his eyes had already faded completely.

He turned his head and bite fiercely on Ji Xinglan's lips.

The author has something to say:

Hey, babies Happy Valentine's Day duck! QwQ

[A small theater]:

Lan Lan secretly fell in love with the ball when she was seventeen. So on Valentine's Day, Lan Lan summoned the courage to send 99 blue demon to the door of the ball's dormitory, with an anonymous love letter.

The next day, there was no news in the love letter Shi Shenhai and Lan Lan fell in love. This early love ended before the beginning of love.

When the ball ran in the morning in the morning, I didn't know why it was inexplicably caught by Director Yang into the political and religious office and wrote a review.

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One day Lan Lan talked about this, but Qiu Qiu did not know.

Lan Lan (surprised): Did you not receive the flowers I sent?

Ball: Not received.

Roommate Xie Yu testified: Not received.

Director Yang on duty that day: Thank you, received.