After the class meeting, Song Yingwan said goodbye to everyone one by one, and then pushed the bicycle to the gate.
From a distance, I can see a slender and tall figure, with one long leg firmly supporting the ground. In the half-light and half-darkness, the outline of his profile is clear, and the person and the car cast a long, dark gray shadow on the ground.
Song Yingwan smiled lightly, reached out and rang the car bell, and the clear jingling sound floated in the air. When the boy turned his head instantly and looked at the familiar figure, the alienation and indifference in his eyes disappeared, replaced by It's full of tenderness and smiles.
Song Yingwan also imitated his posture and supported herself on the ground, but with both legs together, and said in a brisk tone, "Let's go home!"
He moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly wanted to touch the other person's head, hold him in his arms and pat him a few times. This inappropriate thought only lingered in his mind for a few times, and then disappeared.
He said calmly, "Okay."
At night, the lights were on on the road, and pedestrians returning home from the night walked by, and there were thank-yous accompanying them, so the night road that Song Yingwan was most afraid of did not feel uncomfortable anymore.
After returning home, Xie went to the kitchen to heat hot water. After washing, they both lay on the bed. In his generous arms, she looked particularly petite.
It was still early, and Song probably couldn't sleep either. He kept chatting like a whisper.
She suddenly raised her eyes and said, "I told my roommates today that I would treat them to dinner if there is a chance in the future."
Xie Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, with a happy expression, "Of course."
Then he pretended to ask casually, "Have you told them about me?"
Song Yingwan hummed softly, "As I said, I am the only married person in our dormitory."
But in the past few years, people didn’t go to school. Many people got married and had children. Many people who went to college were already married or had children. It was no surprise. So when they heard about this today He was only surprised for a moment.
When Xie Ci heard this, he was afraid that she would have other ideas. His palms covering the girl's waist tightened a little, and he said softly, "Don't care about other people's thoughts. This is our own life."
No wonder he thinks so, after all, those who are married are still in the minority.
But Song Yingwan felt funny, looked up at him, held his face in her hands and said, "What are you thinking, do you think I will regret it?"
Then she leaned closer and pressed against the corner of his lips. She paused for a few seconds before pulling away, with a playful look in her eyes, "Don't worry, I won't abandon you." Her tone of voice sounded like a scumbag.
Xie Ci became angry from embarrassment and kneaded her into his arms. There was almost undetectable grievance in his voice, accusing her of her crimes, "You should first think about why I am like this. I don't want much. Please pay more attention to me in the future." I’ll be fine.”
Seeing him like this, Song Yingwan doubted herself for a moment. Could it be that she really didn't care enough about him, which was why he was so insecure?
She lowered her eyes and looked at him for a while, then hesitated and said, "Okay then..."
At the moment when she was dazed, a faint smile and success flashed across Xie Ci's eyes. He rested his chin on the top of her head and said in a low voice, "Yeah."
Then he probed forward with his fingertips and slowly slid up along the delicate and soft waist. With an itch, he said seriously, "Then let's start today. Let me see your sincerity."
He was sitting and lying down, and the next second Song Yingwan was carried up and sat on his waist. This posture was too ambiguous, and Song Yingwan was a little at a loss for a moment.
As if seeing her at a loss, he thanked her with a chuckle, and there seemed to be a little hook in his voice. The sound made people's eardrums itchy, "Wanwan, just sit there and leave the rest to me."
Song Yingwan curled her fingers, and the ends of her eyes were filled with a faint blush. Heat gradually surged up, and her fine eyelashes trembled slightly. The ambiguity and heat fermented uncontrollably, spreading towards the seams of her bones. Drill inside.
As if she was bewitched, she raised her hand to caress the man's eyebrows. When their eyes met, they both froze for a moment, showing great attraction.
Xie Ci's eyes were extremely dark, and his gaze fell on her, tracing the delicate and soft face in front of him. Then he raised his hand to cover the girl's eyes, and pressed his hot lips against hers.
The tension in the darkness was even greater. Song Yingwan could only feel her heart beating faster and faster. His kiss was gentle and possessive, hot and passionate. All her senses began to amplify, and tingling sensations spread all over her body.
In a daze, Song Yingwan heard him say, "Baby, relax." His voice was deep and hoarse.
She begged helplessly and sobbing, "Thank you, please be gentle..."
The girl's Adam's apple rolled silently, and the girl's usually clear and bright eyes were now covered with a thin layer of mist. Her jade-white arms gently rested on his neck, and her perfectly smooth shoulder and neck lines were as graceful as flowing clouds. , the beautiful butterfly bones are stretched tightly, spreading its wings and ready to fly.
There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he gently kissed the soft and smooth skin, "Baby, it will be fine later."
After a soft and crisp shudder, Song Yingwan buried her face deeply in the pillow, her head gradually becoming dizzy.
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The courses at university are not as intensive as those in high school. Neither of them had classes the next morning. Song Yingwan was too tired to wake up. When she opened her eyes, it was already bright and the two of them were in an intimate posture.
Qing Jun's handsome face came into view, giving people a more first-look conflict. Her heartstrings swayed, and she couldn't help but think of the madness last night.
Because she had just woken up, the girl still had an unconscious laziness on her face, and she inadvertently showed a seductive aura. Xie Ci saw with his own eyes that her ears turned from fair to crimson.
There was a little smile in his eyes, brighter than the stars at night, so he followed her eyebrows with his fingertips, resting on her delicate lips for a moment, and finally kneaded the thin earlobe and whispered softly ,"famous."
Song Yingwan's hands hidden under the quilt clenched subconsciously, and she buried her head sideways in his arms, unwilling to look at him again.
Xie Ci's gaze fell on the top of her head, following her movements and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. There was a smile and satisfaction that could not be hidden in his eyes.
The two of them didn't do anything, they just lay there holding each other quietly. They had to get up until a cooing sound came from the bed.
In the afternoon, Song Yingwan rubbed her still sore waist and sat on someone's back seat. She was now doubting whether her decision not to live on campus was the right one. Fortunately, there were no classes this morning, otherwise she would have been ranked first in the new semester. You will definitely be late for the first class, which will be really embarrassing.
After arriving at school, Song Yingwan got out of the car and ran to the classroom. Without saying a word, Xie Ci quickly grabbed her wrist and held it tightly, pulling her back with one force.
Song Yingwan took two steps back, pursed her lips and said nothing, and her eyes were still green and black.
Xie Ci also knew that he had gone too far last night, so he just said in a gentle tone, "After class, I will pick you up?"
Song Yingwan had two classes to attend in the afternoon, but only one to say goodbye, which was earlier than Song Yingwan's get out of class.
