Bian Nan grabbed Qiu Yi's wrist and grabbed it very tightly. Qiu Yi's wrist bones could be clearly felt in the palm of his palm.

In fact, he hadn't figured out what he was trying to grab it up. Maybe it was because of a certain feeling that spreads through his body, he wanted to stop it, or... this feeling made him want to touch Qiu Yi.

Anyway, he grabbed it and tried very hard.

Qiu Yi leaned on the chair and wanted to pull his hands out, but his posture was not easy to use force, so he failed to pull it twice.

"What are you doing?" He had to retract his legs that were still on the table and stood up.

"What are you doing?" Bian Nan looked at him. When Qiu Yi wanted to thrust his hands again, he sat up and pulled Qiu Yi's wrist and pulled him to him.

Qiu Yi staggered and rushed to the edge of the bed, and stretched his arms out on the bed.

Bian Nan felt that he was probably sick. Before Qiu Yi could get up, he jumped up and twisted Qiu Yi's wrist behind him, pressing directly behind Qiu Yi.

"Hey!" Qiu Yi shouted, and was pressed down on the bed by him.

Bian Nan was not wearing a top, Qiu Yi's clothes slid upwards by his tossing, and the skin that was tightly attached to Qiu Yi's back suddenly felt hot.

He grabbed Qiu Yi's wrist and didn't relax. He didn't know what he was going to do next. He just pressed on Qiu Yi hard and strangled Qiu Yi's arm with his other hand.

"You actually dare to tease me." Bian Nan held it in for a long time before bowing his head and saying in Qiu Yi's ear.

Qiu Yi was stunned and laughed: "What do you think?"

Biannan stared at his side face, eyelashes, straight nose, beautiful mouth and chin: "As for."

Qiu Yi sighed, and did not struggle, just lay down and didn't say anything.

Bian Nan held him half-pressed and hugged him for a while, then suddenly let go and jumped out of the bed.

"Are you finished?" Qiu Yi asked.

"Eating urgently." Bian Nan rushed on Qiu Yi's slippers and blew out like a gust of wind.

Qiu Yi sat up, listened to Bian Nan's series of voices, first hit the grape trellis, then kicked the flower pot, and finally ran into the toilet while scolding.

He got up and pulled his clothes, pulled his pants, sat back on the chair, frowned, took the pen and turned it down.

The cell phone placed on the table rang, and he took it over and looked at it. It was Bian Xinyu's text message.

Only a very daily sentence, are you at work?

He looked at the time and dialed Bian Xinyu's number.

"Ah, aren't you going to work?" Bian Xinyu quickly answered the phone, with a smile in her voice.

"Today's rest," Qiu Yi said, "Bian Nan gave me that bracelet, thank you."

"Hey, don't be so polite," Bian Xinyu smiled embarrassedly, "I bought it when I went out to play. Do you like it?"

"I like it very much," Qiu Yi smiled, "But don't buy things like this in the future. Thank you this time."

"It's nothing. I always bring gifts to my friends when I go out to play, and there's nothing else. You buy the same ones as Biannan," Bian Xinyu said with a smile, "Hey, I'm happy if you accept it. I'm always... always a little worried..."

"Hmm?" Qiu Yi responded.

"I'm worried that you will hate me or something," Bian Xinyu whispered, "I think you have a good relationship with Bian Nan. After all, I have never dealt with him..."

"I don't hate you," Qiu Yi understood what Bian Xinyu meant, "Bian Nan didn't mention you much to me."

"Ah, I don't mean that either. Hey, it's a mess," Bian Xinyu was a little anxious, "I won't say it anymore. In short, just like your bracelet. I'll hang it up and say it."

"Late..." Before Qiu Yi could finish his words, Bian Xinyu had already hung up the phone. He sighed, "An."

Biannan returned to the house a few minutes later. Qiu Yi heard Qiu Yan run from his father's house to the living room. He probably was so excited that he couldn't sleep. When he saw Biannan coming out, he wanted to pester and explain the barbecue tomorrow.

"Do you have chicken wings on the barbecue?" Qiu Yan asked in a low voice.

"Yes, there is also beef and mutton," Bian Nan also replied in a low voice, "We buy whatever meat you want."

"I still want to eat ham sausages," said Qiu Yan.

"Okay, let's have a roasted hot dog." Bian Nan smiled.

"What should I do if my brother doesn't let me eat so much meat?" Qiu Yan was a little worried, "He said that if I always eat meat and vegetables, I will get angry and gain weight."

"Don't eat too much, just eat a bite of a meat," Bian Nan gave him an idea, "Or you can let your brother go swimming, and then he can eat more when he swims..."

The two of them whispered in the living room for almost ten minutes before Qiu Yan went to bed again.

Bian Nan entered the house, sat on the bed, looked at Qiu Yi, and then looked away: "The second treasure probably had to struggle until midnight before he could fall asleep."

"You gave him a good idea." Qiu Yi smiled.

"No eavesdropping," Bian Nan tsk, "I'll comfort him. With his small amount of food, you let him open it and eat how much he can eat. Besides, when you play crazy, you don't have to worry about eating."

"You go to bed." Qiu Yi pulled out the book and leaned on the chair to read it.

"You finished drawing?" Bian Nan pointed to the notebook on the table, "I've read it."

"Yes." Qiu Yi nodded.

Bian Nan has always maintained the style of a matchstick little man in elementary school, so he has always admired those who can draw.

He opened the picture with respect, intending to appreciate Qiu Yi's sketch and see if he has been drawn with true self.

The painting book is new. You can see Qiu Yi’s painting just now by turning on the first page.

Bian Nan was stunned after a glance, turned his face and looked at Qiu Yi, then turned his head to stare at the painting for a few seconds, and then turned his face: "Damn, you drew this for a long time to draw... a fat man with three heads?"

"What's wrong," Qiu Yi smiled, "Don't you look like you?"

"I thought you were drawing a sketch or something! Damn it, no wonder you let me move casually..." Bian Nan stared at the dozen or so little people in the notebook, from all angles, looking up at the front, smiling, angry, staring at the eye, and drawing really well. He could tell at a glance that this was himself, and his expression and five views were drawn very similarly, "It's really similar, and the Q version can be so similar..."

"I'll go take a shower." Qiu Yi closed the book and stood up.

"I want to..." Bian Nanshun said, and when he saw Qiu Yi stop and look at him, he tickled, "I'll tell me I'll give me a set of clothes later."

"Look for it in the cabinet myself." Qiu Yi took out the clothes that had just been packed at the head of the bed and went out.

"…Oh." Bian Nan stood up and opened the cabinet.

Qiu Yi had not much clothes, and he had almost seen them. He pulled out a T-shirt, found the pair of sweatpants he had worn last time, and then turned over the new pair of underwear.

In two days, I have to buy a few pairs of underwear for Qiu Yi, but he has taken two of them...

When he thought of his underwear, Qiu Yi's butt with bright lines stretched out his eyes quickly with his bright buttocks.

"Fuck," Bian Nan hugged his clothes and threw himself on the bed and kicked his legs. He went to the toilet and stood for a long time and finally suppressed his strength again. He buried his face in Qiu Yi's clothes, "Uncle..."

When Qiu Yi returned to the house after taking a shower, Bian Nan still maintained this position.

"Hey," Qiu Yi patted his legs, "Aren't you going to wash?"

"Go now," Bian Nan grabbed the clothes and bounced up, "I took another pair of your underwear."

"Take it, you don't wear it?" Qiu Yi said.

"You think everyone likes you, you don't wear it, so I don't wear it, take it off, and give it to me," Bian Nan pointed to the slippers on Qiu Yi's feet, "Are you not wearing it now?"

Qiu Yi sat on the bed and kicked his slippers in front of him, laughing without saying a word.

Bian Nan didn't say anything. Both of them were bare-armed. The topic of wearing underwear made him very embarrassed at this moment. He lowered his head and changed into slippers, ran out of the room with the wind for the second time.

Qiu Yi sat by the bed for a while, ran to the cabinet barefoot, pulled out a pair of underwear and put it on.

Bian Nan took a shower. When he passed by the living room, he looked at Dad Qiu's house and found that the door was open.

He pointed to the crack in the door and lowered his voice and said, "Seibao! You are not asleep yet!"

"But Ye doesn't have a tent?" Qiu Yan asked quietly with an eye exposed from the crack in the door.

"Yes, there is a tent," Biannan went over and squatted by the door, "I promise to find all the things for you. You should go to bed soon. If you don't get up tomorrow, I won't take you there."

"Good night, big tiger son." Qiu Yan said with a smile.

"Good night Erbao." Bian Nan touched the tip of his nose.

Qiu Yi had already lie down, the lights in the room were turned off, and only the reading lights at the head of the bed were on.

Bian Nan walked over gently and found that Qiu Yi's eyes were still open. He immediately sat down beside the bed, "Hey? I thought you were asleep."

"You can't sit still because you're sleepy..." Qiu Yi sighed.

"How is this light?" Bian Nan climbed onto the bed and lay down against the wall. When he saw the light, he was a little proud. He felt that it was quite suitable for Qiu Yi to lie on the bed and read a book or something. "Is it much more convenient than the one you used to?"

"Well, thank you," Qiu Yi twisted the light into a circle, "It's quite fun."

"Don't thank me, you have to thank Erbao." Bian Nan laughed twice.

"Thank him," Qiu Yi turned off the light, "Go to bed quickly, you have to rest well. Taking Erbao to play is even more tired than plowing all day."

"Good night." Bian Nan pulled over the towel and covered it with a quilt.

"Good night."

After saying good night, it was almost an hour before Bian Nan was not asleep, his eyes closed and his mind was in a mess. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After turning over a few times, Qiu Yi slapped him on the arm: "Lying on the sofa if you can't sleep."

"No air conditioning, don't go." Bian Nan turned over and rushed to the wall and began to count the sheep in his heart, one sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four goats, five sheep, six curly sheep, seven two treasures...

Qiu Yi was a little sleepy, but after slapped Bian Nan, he lost his sleepiness, so he could only close his eyes and cultivate his sleepiness again.
To be continued...