Chapter 132 Are there any straight men in the bedroom?
Hong Huang began to step out of his role as a detective, put down his pipe, and his eyes became more thoughtful and affectionate: "Yes, apart from you, Qian Cang and I have a tacit understanding, and we also have many hobbies in common.
I think his depression may be because his family does not support his hobbies."
I'm also a little surprised. Does Qian Cang know that the person who knows him best in our dormitory is Hong Huang?
Honghuang looked at his workbench: "Although my family doesn't agree and thinks it's a bit embarrassing for me to play cosplay, my parents support me and my mother is still my fan."
Having said that, Honghuang is really lucky.
Not to mention Tianyu, even down there, not many parents will support their children's preferences.
Classes must be taken according to their schedule.
The path must be taken according to their choice.
Honghuang turned back to look at me: "Qian Cang and I are the same. We are both people chosen by gods and artifacts. Therefore, our fate has been decided at that time. On this road, we are destined to
He gave up a lot of things. I can feel the envy of me in his eyes."
The more Honghuang said, the hotter my heart became, and the more I felt the need to talk to Qiancang to resolve the misunderstanding between him and Honghuang.
I stood up immediately and Honghuang grabbed my trouser leg.
I looked at him doubtfully, and he returned to his dead-eye state, with a bit of guilt in his eyes: "Don't tell Qian Cang that I suspect he likes you. It's too embarrassing. It also seems like I'm a gossip. I don't want to have a relationship with him."
It’s getting worse.”
Honghuang put aside his dead eyes in embarrassment and let go of my trouser legs.
I nodded to him. Indeed, this was embarrassing and very social.
It makes me a little embarrassed now.
I have to think carefully about how to start a conversation with Qian Cang without "selling out" Hong Huang.
But Honghuang's side obviously cares about their friend Qian Cang.
I don’t want the relationship to become awkward or have weird misunderstandings because of me.
I used to joke that these birdmen were my queen's harem.
This queen turns the cards and changes people to talk every day.
Unexpectedly, today really started like this, starting from my dormitory.
I have been able to see all kinds of negative energy since I was a child, and I know that any small misunderstanding may lead to a big crisis.
The outside world is too big for me to control.
But in my dormitory, I will never allow such a thing to happen.
I stood in front of Qiancang's door and knocked: "Qancang."
Sure enough, a head poked out from the other side of Honghuang.
Blanch it, it shocked me.
Originally, this conversation felt a little guilty, but suddenly a head appeared on his side, and the atmosphere became even weirder.
"Click." The door opened.
I immediately looked back at Qian Cang, and when I opened my eyes, Qian Cang had just finished taking a shower!
"Woo——" No, the car is already racing in my mind.
I just went to Honghuang's room and then to Qiancang's room.
This queen instantly drifted away.
He smiled and picked up the doll in his hand: "Thank you! You did a great job!"
Qian Cang lowered his face and looked at the doll in my hand, with a trace of the smile of a melancholy prince appearing on his thin and thin face.
His somewhat long hair was scattered around his face, and the water on it slid down his cheeks and dripped into his loose collar.
The loose collar slightly exposes half of the shoulders and a touch of collarbone, revealing the spontaneity of an artist.
"Can I come in? I want to talk to you." I looked at him.
He was slightly startled, but his ears turned red, but he still turned around and let me in.
I immediately entered the room and looked around Qian Cang's room.
It is still as clean and tidy as ever, and every object on the workbench is neatly placed.
It is different from Honghuang's workbench, which is a large piece of work, so it takes up most of the room.
But they are all miniature, so they can be placed on an ordinary long table.
"What do you want to talk about?" The Melancholic Prince also sat down on the spot, leaning against the dark gray bed, with one leg bent, and his loose white silk trousers fluttered lightly in the breeze, showing a sense of elegance.
I also sat down and looked at him seriously: "What happened to you and Honghuang recently?"
Qian Cang's expression was stunned for a moment. Apparently, he was hiding a "little secret" in his heart.
He frowned and pursed his lips.
I felt that he didn't want to say it.
I lowered my face and said, "It's okay. It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. It's me who makes you uncomfortable. I mainly see that you and Honghuang have a good rapport. In terms of your hobbies..."
Hong Huang said that he and Qian Cang have many similar hobbies.
I started the conversation with the information I got from Honghuang.
Unexpectedly, when I mentioned "hobby", Qian Cang actually reacted and his expression softened.
As expected, he and Honghuang cherished each other.
I looked at him carefully: "...there are many similarities. You both can make clothes and you are both good at designing. I like the Miao clothes you designed for me. This time you made me a Miao figure. I really like it."
Got it!"
When I said this, Qian Cang raised his eyes to look at me, and his eyes became softer.
Seeing his "very different" look towards me, I suddenly felt guilty.
Ahem! Luo Ling! Wake up and stop being so sentimental!
Moreover, I really like the dolls made by Qian Cang, so I was a little worried when I looked at him: "So I'm worried about you and Honghuang, is it... because of me?"
I looked at him tentatively.
His eyes immediately became embarrassed and he turned away from my face.
I looked at him quietly, and he sighed: "I suspect... Honghuang... is not a straight man..."
He finally said it slowly!
Moreover, he said almost the same thing as Honghuang!
However, they all doubted each other.
I understood, and looked at Qian Cang: "Is it because Honghuang asked me to play his lover? I asked him about this matter, and he was in the play at that time. He is a straight man."
Qian Cang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at me.
I nodded to him and said generously, "And we all know that once Honghuang is dressed up, he will be in the show."
"Luo Ling." He suddenly looked at my face seriously, "I have studied art and made dolls, so I have a very clear understanding of the body proportions of the human body. The skeletons of boys and girls are different."
I was suddenly shocked when he said this. Could it be that what Qian Cang meant by this sentence was...
Qian Cang's face turned slightly red, and she turned sideways again: "When you were wearing women's clothes, I found..."
I continued to sit still.
But he smiled: "Maybe I really misunderstood." He didn't say any more and chose to end the topic.
Many memories began to appear in my mind.
After that mission, Qian Cang suddenly asked everyone to wear clothes in the dormitory.
He helped me keep my distance from boys.
If a boy wants to put his arm around my shoulders, he will keep them away.
He was never afraid of offending anyone.
Because his character has always been labeled "not so good" among boys.
My heart was instantly moved.
"Qian Cang you!" I couldn't help but reach out and hold his hand that was casually resting on my knee.
He was startled and looked at me.
I looked at him for a long time, not knowing what to say.