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While Chang Ling watched Tangtang's experience with condescension and compassion, vines grew wildly in her heart, contented and ferocious.

"Hey, Tang Tang." Chang Ling called the girl, "What are you writing, go to bed and sleep."

Tang Tang was thinking hard about the math problem Tang Qingyi had left, but couldn't hear clearly.

Chang Ling's face darkened.

This bumpkin is living more comfortably than she is now.

After Tang Qing also sat next to Tang Tang, Lu Qianlan never passed by Tang Tang's seat again.

Tangtang loves to laugh more and more.

Thin eyelids, reddish at the end of the eyes, longing and dependent eyes, and passionate eyes.

In front of Tang Qingyi, the shy and delicate flower buds were peeled off layer by layer, so soft that they were about to turn into sugar water.

Tang Qing also only talked occasionally, with a cold expression.

She was also very happy, chatting eagerly.

Tangtang is still poor and rustic.I was still afraid of communicating with others and never took the initiative to speak in class.

When Tang Qing was not there, he shrunk into a ball of ashes, refusing anyone's approach, as if he would sob mournfully when he touched it.

But she is so happy.

Why is she so happy.

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In mid-November, the sky was cloudy, and the sunlight seemed unsustainable. It was so light that even the window sills could not be covered, and the branches swayed weakly.

Tang Tang sewed the window tighter.

Tang Qing was also late.

She stared at the clock hanging on the top of the blackboard. The minute hand passed thirty, and the bell was about to ring for the end of morning reading.

Tang Qingyi's homework was placed on the desktop, and she helped hand it over to the school committee, worrying in her heart, and tidied Tang Qingyi's desktop again and again.

"Ding--"

Tangtang couldn't sit still.

The life committee member sent a note to ask her if Tang Qingyi was not feeling well, and if she asked for leave with the head teacher.

Clutching the note, she got up and left her seat.

The ringing of the bell seemed to break the seal, and the adjacent classrooms quickly became noisy.

Tangtang was walking next to a few boys who were going to the store to buy breakfast together, they were joking and shoving, and she shrank her head.

She didn't dare to make a sound, and she couldn't avoid it, she just looked at her toes anxiously.

"Hey, classmate, why are you..." A boy raised his voice, and then seemed surprised, "This is not that who—"

Before the boy finished speaking, Tangtang's wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Tang Qingyi!" The man finally said.

The cold fingertips pressed tightly against the warm and greasy skin of the wrist, but Tang Tang seemed to be splashed by sparks, a fire burned up from the nerve endings, burning her throat tight, and her heart throbbed in panic and joy.

"Tang Qingyi..." Tang Tang's gaze fell on her wrist, her heart was burning, and she whispered, "You're here."

Tang Qing also pulled the girl out of the boys and pulled her to stand in front of him.

She frowned slightly: "Where are you going?"

Tang Tang carefully observed the other party's expression.

Tang Qingyi's brows were rubbed with fatigue, his lips were very light, and his skin was so thin that it was almost transparent.

Fragile and delicate beauty, like finely carved cold jade.

"I, I want to go to the head teacher and call you." Tang Tang held Tang Qingyi's fingertips in his palm and rubbed them carefully.

She was so distressed that she hurriedly asked, "Tang Qingyi, are you feeling well?"

Tang Qing also looked at Tang Tang silently, with strange emotions in his pupils, as if something was brewing.

When Tangtang was at a loss, her eyelashes drooped and she moved closer to the girl.The long hair scratched the girl's wrist, and gradually slid down against the skin, causing a slight tremor... Finally, the tail tip rested on the thin wrist bone.

Slowly, slowly, she pressed her forehead against her thin shoulders.

He rubbed extremely jerky again.

The wonderful touch hit Tangtang's heart.

Around her ears, the world was drawn into a vacuum.

Only the sound of Tang Qingyi's suppressed breathing and the rubbing of the clothes and materials roared.

Tangtang's muscles tensed up.

Every cell in her was trembling and dizzy at the sudden closeness.

It seems that Tang Qingyi has made such a move for the first time.

The fingertips of one hand were still in Tang Tang's palm, and the other hand held the girl's waist.

Tighten a little restlessly and paranoidly.

"I can't sleep well." Her voice didn't fluctuate, and her tone was cold, soaked in the thin and cool air.

They are too close.

The sound seemed to come directly from Tang Tang's body, causing a huge echo.

Tang Tang involuntarily began to tremble.

Like weeping like joy.

"New home, only me." Tang Qingyi's breathing became a little heavier.

She turned her face sideways, her breath was hot on Tang Tang's slender neck, warming her delicate and fair skin.

The girl's jade-white and small auricles immediately turned red with blood.

"Only me." She looked at the girl's lips, which were soft, red and tender, with a delicate texture.

Tang Qing also opened his lips slightly, and moved closer to the soft flesh.

The voice is very soft, the breath is warm, it is a complaint, but also a secret and ambiguous coaxing: "I can't sleep well."

Chapter 23

Tang Qingyi's breathing is hot.

Tangtang was so hot that he was trembling, and he couldn't even hold the corner of Tang Qingyi's clothes. His thin white fingers loosened their strength in vain, and they were on the verge of convulsions.

"Tang Qingyi..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she sobbed extremely small, soft and shy, one after another, vaguely.