The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 23 Come here, I will teach you (23)

"Song Jiaran, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Rong looked up at Song Jiaran's expression.

The alley was very dark, there was no light, and she could only see the outline of Song Jiaran's face that was completely hidden in the darkness, shrouded in the faint white mist created between the two people's breathing.

But those deep eyes seemed to be filled with light, locking her tightly and not wanting to move away.

Qiao Rong suddenly felt a little bit of danger, and quietly swallowed.

But that sense of danger was fleeting.

Song Jiaran exhaled slightly, and then said: "...I will go to City A to participate in the mathematics competition next week."

Qiao Rong nodded: "Yeah, I know."

Song Jiaran paused, and lowered his voice a little: "The competition will last for three days."

Qiao Rong continued to nod: "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Song Jiaran was silent for a while, and then continued to speak, his voice slightly hoarse: "...can you go with me?"

Qiao Rong was stunned and didn't reply yet.

Song Jiaran said in a low voice again: "... How about it? I don't want to be alone."

Qiao Rong imagined Song Jiaran standing alone, and suddenly felt a little unbearable, but still hesitantly asked: "...can I go?"

Competition arrangements should be quite strict.

Song Jiaran said: "Okay, just leave it to me."

So Qiao Rong nodded: "Okay, then I will go with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jiaran smiled.

Even though he couldn't see clearly, Qiao Rong felt it accurately at that moment.

He was very happy.

So Qiao Rong was also happy.

She bent her eyes and asked, "Then can we go home?"

Song Jiaran stared at her, paused, and suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Qiao Rong: "Huh?"

Song Jiaran lowered his head slightly, looked into her eyes, and then said slowly: "...close your eyes."

The voice is soft, with a hint of bewitchment.

Qiao Rong gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he was going to do, but she still closed her eyes obediently.

Then she felt a cool hand gently brushing her cheek, slowly covering her eyes. The scarf was pulled down slightly, and a light breath hit her face.

Then, a piece of cloud-like softness covered her lips.

Qiao Rong was stunned.

Song Jiaran's slightly cool thin lips pressed against her soft red lips, and after a pause, she began to slowly toss and turn.

Grind every corner carefully.

The breath gradually became hot.

After a while, Song Jiaran let her go.

Then help her wrap the scarf again, and hold her hand again: "... let's go."

Qiao Rong pursed her lips and nodded in a daze.

When Song Jiaran returned home, Aunt Chen had just cleaned the house.

Seeing the boy, Aunt Chen said with a guilty tone, "I'm sorry, young master, I was late cleaning today."

Song Jiaran paused: "...It's okay, she won't come today."

Aunt Chen knew that there was a girl who often went to the boy's house during this time, but she had never seen her before.

She looked at the boy's slightly flushed cheeks, and felt a little relieved in her heart.

Then, he asked with concern: "Master, you haven't had dinner today, have you? Do you want me to do something?"

Song Jiaran blinked slightly, and pursed his lips: "...No need, Aunt Chen, you should go back early."

Aunt Chen: "Hey."

Song Jiaran glanced at her, turned around and went upstairs.

After entering the room, he didn't turn on the light and lay directly on the bed, staring at the ceiling in silence.

After a while, he slowly raised his hand and covered his eyes with his arms.

I thought of the warm and soft touch, the sweet smell, and the numbness brought by the curly eyelashes gently sweeping across the palm.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

(End of this chapter)