Xie Ci had just finished class and was about to push the cart home. He was afraid that Song Yingwan would be alone at home and not eat well, and then a soft voice sounded from behind, "Hello, thank you."
The person in front of her had her back straight and an indescribable calmness and dignity. Yang Siman stared at him closely, with sticky sweat on her palms. She curved her lips and said, "Do you still remember me? We I’ve seen you before, and you helped me pick things up.”
The boy's movements were smooth and smooth. He put the backpack into the basket of the bicycle. He turned around, then raised the car with one hand and turned the direction. Then he said calmly, "You have the wrong person."
As soon as he finished speaking, he got on his bicycle and was about to leave.
Yang Siman stepped forward quickly, "How could I remember it wrong? On the first day of school, you helped me at the gate. I didn't even have the chance to thank you properly, so I thought..."
He raised his eyes and interrupted her, "It's just a small effort, and there were so many people at that time, did you thank them one by one like this?"
The sun poured down from the sky, coating the young man's body with layers of halo. Yang Siman's cheeks were slightly red at his words, and he murmured, "I..."
I thanked him but didn't want to waste any more time, so I got on my bicycle and walked around the people in front of me and left.
Yang Siman stood there with complicated eyes, including unwillingness, anger, grievance and fascination...
If the thank you before was just a vague picture in her mind, from today on, it has become a concrete image. Although the first chat between the two people did not go so smoothly, Yang Siman still felt that it was very beautiful, so wonderful. She wanted to hold on tight.
So she returned to the dormitory with a happy mood. It was not in vain that she had waited so long downstairs where Xie Ci had class today. Originally, she had followed Xie Ci here in the morning, but there was no way she could run over the bicycle with two legs. She hurried When she arrived, she had already gone in. She didn't know which classroom it was, so she could only wait downstairs, but fortunately she didn't get nothing.
When she thanked her and returned home, Song Yingwan was busy working on lunch in the kitchen. The fresh ingredients were carefully cut into exquisite shapes, thin slices of meat, green vegetables, and red tomatoes. The careful combination was like a work of art. Delightful for the eyes.
After hearing the noise, a smile appeared on her face, she put down the knife in her hand, and walked out.
"Now that you're back, I just need to cook some vegetables. I'll be able to eat later."
She was still wearing an apron, and her eyes were particularly clear and bright. Xie Ci ran over and held her in his arms. The weather was hot and she was wearing a light dress. He could easily bury it in the crook of her neck and spoke lazily, "What to eat for lunch?"
Song Yingwan's hands were sticky and she didn't dare to hug him back. She opened her arms and floated on both sides. She was careful not to touch his clothes from time to time. She said distractedly, "Everything I cook is for dinner. You must like to eat it." .”
Xie Ci scratched her waist mischievously and chuckled, "I like everything you cook."
Song Yingwan paused and glared at him angrily, "Let go of me, I'm going to cook."
Xie Ci let her go as he said, and the next second he held her head and kissed her hard, pushing her teeth apart, and then entered her first, lingering and hot.
After a moment, he stepped away, his usually calm and distant eyes filled with softness and smile, "It's so sweet."
Song Yingwan's breath was unsteady, a blush stained her cheeks, and she said angrily, "It's so annoying!"
Then she didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, broke away from his hand and turned around to go to the kitchen.
He thanked him with a chuckle, took off his schoolbag from the car, washed his hands and went to the kitchen.
After the meal, he thanked him and cleaned up the dishes and kitchen. When he came out, he didn't see Song Yingwan. After searching for a long time, he saw someone in the study room. She was sorting the books on the bookshelf.
Xie Ci walked forward softly, leaned over and hugged the person.
Song Yingwan was startled, lightly beat him on the chest, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
He lowered his eyes at her, walked briskly, and said slowly, "Go to bed."
Song Yingwan's face turned red. How could this person be so greedy for this? At this time, the sunlight shone in like a thin line. The room was clear and bright, and she could see everything clearly. Thinking about this, her face became even more confused. famous.
After putting the person on the bed, Xie Ci noticed that the girl's face was flushed, and even her earlobes were red. He reached out and pinched her, frowning slightly, wondering if she was sick.
But the next moment, what he just said flashed through his mind, and with a smile on his eyes and brows, he leaned close and blew hot breath into her ear, "Wanwan, why are you blushing?"
Song Yingwan leaned back quietly, lowering her eyes and not looking at him, but she found that a faint red color had spread to her neck. At that moment, she really wanted to do something, but there seemed to be not enough time.
Without teasing her any more, he lifted the quilt and stuffed the girl in. Then he grabbed the girl's waist and lay in. He closed his eyes and curled his lips and said, "The sleep I'm talking about is really just sleeping, noun."
Song Yingwan pursed her lips and pinched his waist angrily.
The corners of Xie Ci's lips gradually deepened, and he took advantage of the situation to hold her hand, and then hugged her into his arms.
She didn't get up until that time in the morning. If she could still fall asleep now, she would really become a pig.
She raised her head and glanced at the thank you, thought for a moment, and said, "Today...Jiang Meilin is here."
Xie Ci suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes darkened, "What is she here for?"
Song Yingwan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't do anything, I just said something like an elder."
Xie Ci looked sternly, "I'm too lazy to talk to her. She doesn't know what to do. Since she doesn't want to live an happy life, she won't think about it in the future."
Then he lowered his head and asked her, "She didn't bully you, did she?"
Song Yingwan smiled and said, "I didn't save face for her. I bullied her."
Xie Ci gently ruffled her hair, with a look of endearment in his eyes, "You did a good job."
She snorted softly, "Of course, they all come to the door, so I have to show off as the hostess."
He smiled and said, "Yes, Mistress."
Song Yingwan raised her wrist and looked at the time, "Are you still sleeping? It's almost time."
Xie Ci looked over and said in a low voice, "I'm not going to sleep anymore, how about we kiss for a while?"
Song Yingwan's eyes averted, her heartbeat skipped a beat, and Wen Tun said, "...I can kiss you if I want to."
He thanked you, raised his lips, smiled, and said warmly, "I want to kiss you."
Song Yingwan raised her eyes to look at him, then raised her head and kissed him suddenly, her eyes clear, "Kiss."
His eyes darkened, and he exerted slight pressure on his palms. The distance between the two of them was even closer, their foreheads touching, "Baby, it's not enough..."
Song Yingwan let the blush creep up to her ears. She stretched out her hand to hold his collar, and slowly and gently traced the soft thin lips, like an ignorant child, full of temptation and nervousness.
Xie Ci clenched his fists tightly, veins popped up on his forehead, and his breathing gradually became heavier. After a moment, he still couldn't help but tightly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pressed her heavily, his lips and teeth lingering.
