Italian First Love Diary

【353】

Mr. Ling has two young nieces born to his cousin.

He is usually a little devil, he is skinnier than a boy, and he doesn't accept discipline.

Every time he trespassed into the room without the consent of Mr. Ling, he had to hold one in one hand and carry it to the living room.

One day, Ling Jun and I took a nap in the house, sleeping purely on the same bed.

I fell asleep deeply and didn't even notice the two demon kings sneaking into the house. The two of them glanced at the bed, dumbfounded, and reported to their parents that night, "I saw my uncle and a sister sleeping on the bed..."

Her father hurriedly covered her mouth, "Little kid, don't talk nonsense!"

【354】

Yesterday, Ling Jun accompanied Yi Jun to the hospital to take the stitches, and he arrived home late.

I have been waiting for him to come home and play games. At this time, a friend said to me: "He must have eaten delicious food with other young ladies!"

I was shocked, and said at a loss: "I don't even want to eat delicious food!"

Well, my point is all wrong...

【355】

I returned to China a few years ago to play, because I boarded the plane in Milan and the journey was so far away, I didn't let Ling Jun send it off.

Only on the eve of parting, this servant will think of my cute and pleasant.

I still remember that the night before boarding, Mr. Ling called and asked me, "Can I not return to China?"

"I will go back to play for three months and will be back soon."

"Three months is a long time, I will miss you very much."

"Didn't you leave you a lot of videos and photos about me? Just watch the video if you want, and I will leave a message for you."

"Well, remember not to run around when you return home, stay at home and have fun."

At that time, he didn't insist on much. When he hung up, he was obviously a boy, but his eyes were wet because he missed his lover.

It's funny thinking about it now, Ling Jun doesn't have the rough personality of an ordinary man at all, and his mind is delicate and sensitive.

What should I do if there is no person with a firm character like me to protect him?

Ling Jun glanced at me with a dangerous tone: "You try it again? Huh? Are you protecting me?"

"Yes, you protect me."

"Just know it, don't be careful with me."

"Yes, yes." Yes, Zero King Great Demon King.

【356】

In the early days of love, the cram school organized tourism activities, and Ling Jun also went.

I played with them all day, and when I returned home, I deliberately sat on the same bus with Ling Jun.

The position of the back seat is the four consecutive seats. Ling Jun and I are not far apart. As long as you move a little bit carefully, you can get close to his legs.

There were no lights in the car, and it was dizzy, with a faint moonlight spilling into the car.

I took a peek at Ling Jun on one side. He seemed to be tired from playing. He leaned on one side and closed his eyes to rest.

I called him tentatively: "Ling Jun, do you want to sleep?"

"A little sleepy."

"Oh..." It may be that the atmosphere is too ambiguous, and the position is just blocked by the front seat, which is the blind spot of the rearview mirror. I had the courage to use my fingers as human legs, crawling across the cushion, trying to touch Lingjun's white fingers.

The driver did not notice the small movements in the last row at all and concentrated on driving. At that time, the sky was dim and the night was daring, and I stretched out my hand even more brazenly...

My heartbeat can hardly be suppressed and generally accelerates, and in an instant, there is a mess. I blocked my chest with the palm of my hand, afraid that the turbulent volcanic eruption would disturb others, and even let Ling Jun hear the abnormality.

It is said that the feelings of young girls are always poetry. Compared with the current recklessness, the cautiousness of the past, when recalled, it also has a sweet and sweet taste.

At that time, I flinched a few times and wanted to withdraw my hand, but I was not reconciled-hold on, hold on, just touch. If you want to, then do it, it's no big deal, and it won't be annoying.

Maybe I wanted to add courage, so I called out again, "Mr. Zero?"

No one answered, maybe he was asleep, or maybe he didn't hear my whisper.

My cheeks are hot, hotter than fire, and a little bit of needles penetrated into the skin, dormant in it. On that layer of heat, the limbs and skeletons continued to climb, converging to the tips of the ears and neck, and then dispersed, overflowing with a little fine and dense sweat.

Xu is nervous, Xu is longing, the emotion is inexplicable and unpredictable.

Obviously it is a trivial matter, disturbed by the girl's mind, she can always magnify the situation infinitely, guess the most serious result, and repel what she originally intended to do.

After a pause for a few seconds, I still mustered my courage, rubbed the soft cushion, and slowly touched the back of his hand with my fingertips...

"Bang!" Just then, the car door opened.

He is actually a gentleman!

He jumped into the car in three steps and two steps, and saw that there was an empty seat between me and Jun Jun. He didn't even say hello, and sat down carelessly.

I was bored with a mouthful of blood—forget it, you are ruthless!

【357】

When I first fell in love, I couldn't let go of my hands and feet. I always feel that it is an unforgivable thing to talk about love behind the back of others, and it is a secret I can never tell.

Therefore, treating Ling Jun outside would be much colder than getting along with him in private.

But at that time, he was naive and romantic, and didn't understand that such an abnormal behavior was tricky in the eyes of others.

Once, when the cram school was over, I deliberately slowed down the speed of packing up my schoolbags. I wanted to wait until the classroom was empty to create an opportunity to be alone with Lingjun. There were students everywhere before, and I didn't dare to chat with Lingjun privately. When I first fell in love, I wanted to be entangled with my lover all the time. I can see but I can’t touch it. I want to suffer like a knife.

It was getting dark, and the school bus that took me home hadn't arrived yet. I have a reason to spend a few minutes alone in the classroom with Mr. Ling, under the pretext of waiting for the bus.

I don't know if he guessed my careful thoughts, but he was also very cooperative at that time, turning the book without anyone else, and jot down the number of translated pages.

The classroom was empty, and the setting sun reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the white tiles covered a layer of yellow light, which was dazzling and dazzling.

The atmosphere is just right and there is not much time available.

I gently grabbed Ling Jun's sleeves and asked in a low voice, "No one, can you give me a hug?"

He glanced at me, not knowing whether it was shy or nervous, and nodded without saying a word.

Perhaps the opening will reveal his expectation? Or maybe once I opened my mouth, it would defeat the courage I had finally gathered up?

Regardless of the reason, his indifferent response was just right-he would not push me too tightly and make me run away; nor would he be too cold to make me at a loss.

I took a deep breath and approached him...with the right luminosity, just the warmth of the temperature, and the cotton cloth with just the right softness, I put my face on Lingjun's back.

The erratic heart was soothed in an instant, and a strong sense of happiness overwhelmed me-so this is the feeling of hugging a man? This man... is my closest person.

The touch of the bodies colliding is strange but familiar.

The tip of my nose is the faint smell of soap from Lingjun's body, and the sour and astringent smell from the wooden table top dried by the sun.

The feeling at the time was not special, but it was not. It's just that the heart beats very fast, and the palms are sweaty. I want to hold him tightly, but I don't dare to struggle repeatedly. In the end, I forgot everything because of my nervousness.

In fact, it took about a minute before the principal went upstairs to shout.

Afraid that I would be seen, Mr. Ling quickly took my wrist, pulled it away, pretending to be calm, and said, "Are you ready? The principal said that the car is here and you can go home."

My cheeks were flushed, afraid of being noticed by others, so I quickly answered: "Oh, then I will go down immediately."

Then, I was windy and jumped downstairs. It seems that the farther you are from Mr. Zero, the more concealed my secret relationship with him will be and will not be discovered.

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