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The dryness and heat have not dissipated, and the wet ground sticks to the back of the neck.

The senses are infinitely magnified in such a craze.

It didn't count if she hooked her little finger, but the mischievous fingers pinched her fingertips, slipped down from the base of her fingers, and embedded themselves between them.

Tang Qingyi's thumb pressed against Tang Tang's palm, spread her hand out, and finally tapped lightly on her palm.

A close touch.

Tang Tang's fingers curled up, but they were lightly scratched, which caused an even more unbearable itching, so he had to follow Tang Qingyi's will honestly.

Writing on...

Tang Qingyi's fingertips started from her tiger's mouth and slid to the heel of her palm.

Tang Tang's palm was a little wet, so Tang Qingyi moved very slowly.

【Tang——】

【--sugar】

Tang Tang couldn't help but turned to look at Tang Qingyi.

The skin is white and delicate, the eyebrows and eyes are slightly drooping, like a fresh snow in early winter, clean and cold.

Tang Qing also propped his chin slightly, and his eyes fell on Tangtang's desktop.

But her fingers were touching Tangtang.

[Tang—sugar——]

Tang Qing also raised his eyes to look at the blackboard. He didn t wear glasses, so he squinted slightly, and the arcs at the end of his eyes formed small hooks.

She was under the table, melting with Tang as if nothing had happened, the warm and cool sugar dripped down to her fingertips, slowly fell down the back of her hand, and dripped on the tip of her shoe.

"——咔" is neither light nor heavy,

Sticky and sweet, the air also became sticky, dripping light golden honey and coagulated sugar flakes.

The dampness of the temples, the moistness and softness of the lips and tongue, blended into the base tone of midsummer, which is moist and plump.

delicious.

Sticky.

Tang Qing also closed his eyes.

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On a summer night in the south, the wind is thin and soft, wrapped in the fresh fragrance of plants and trees, accompanied by the sounds of gnawing insects and frogs, wrapping softly between the fingers.

Grandma Tang and the two girls sat on wicker chairs, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The silver sand-like stars, little by little, merged into a bright and vast galaxy, clean and clear, embellishing the sky.

It seems that it can pour out at any time, covering the ground with quiet and cool starlight.

"Tomorrow will be another sunny day." Grandma Tang shook her cattail fan.

"Well, so many stars, so beautiful."

Tangtang's eyes shone with delicate and gentle light, and her voice was very soft.

"The stars in the city are not the same as at home."

It's like carefully washing in a crystal-clear stream, scooping up your hands, and then seriously hanging it in the night.

The stars in the city are always dusty.

"Today I asked someone to bring some lilies and sweet-scented osmanthus. Tomorrow I want to cook some lily mung bean soup and make a drawer of sweet-scented osmanthus and jujube cake. Put it in the well water to cool it down, and eat it in the sun. It's refreshing and not greasy. Here it is for you. Treat them as snacks."

Grandma Tang reached out and patted the girl's slender ankle with a cattail fan.

"Ouch, the mosquitoes are here too."

"Xiao Tang, Tangtang, let's go back to the house. When you go to bed at night, you two don't forget to close the screen window and put a bed sheet on your body."

Tang Qing also responded: "Okay."

She stood up, holding the wicker chair in one hand, and passed the other hand out from behind.

The fingers touched the familiar smooth skin, without hesitation, they quickly intertwined tacitly.

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The week and a half in the country was too comfortable, which made both of them feel a little bit reluctant when they returned to the city.

Fortunately, Tang Tang didn't shed tears for nothing this time, but hugged Tang Qingyi for a little longer than usual.

There are only three main courses and two electives left in the third year of senior high school. The daily repetition of monotonous exercises does not have fresh knowledge input.

This kind of high pressure and strength actually made the girl more comfortable.

The two are a little more relaxed than before. After school, they often lie on the sofa and watch some old and new movies.

Regardless of the subject matter or evaluation, the two chatted quietly together with their heads next to each other, watching slowly.

Sometimes, when encountering exciting or suspicious parts, they often have to play the movie backwards several times before they can finish watching a movie.

In autumn, the leaves are dyed golden yellow layer by layer, falling on the palm, and there is still some summer heat.

The athletic meet is also approaching.

After reviewing dizzily for more than a month, no matter how to look forward to it, the students in the class didn't quite have the energy to participate in the competition, but they kept some expectations for the justifiable suspension of classes at that time.

"I want to eat stinky tofu, fried cold noodles, fried potatoes, spicy soup, yellow peach yogurt... I really want to eat. I have been in class all the time, so tired, I haven't eaten for a long time." A girl at the front desk spread herself on the desk , with his face pressed against the table, his mouth muffled.

"I want to eat and cry."

"Okay, you're just greedy." The deskmate responded.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The girl raised her head and blinked her eyes. People, the guards at the sports meeting must be lax!"

"It's too far away." The deskmate shook his head.

"Woo...I'm not happy anymore!" The girl accused angrily, "You don't really love me."

"Stop, stop --" the deskmate conveniently covered the girl's face with a textbook, "Shut your mouth, we'll go out tomorrow."

"Victory!" the girls compared.

Tang Qing also listened for a while, and tapped the pen in his hand.

This year's school sports meeting is a week later than in previous years, so it's not as hot as before. The temperature can be called pleasant, and it's even cool when I wake up in the morning.

The ceremony and process remain the same. There are three or four more boys in this year's cheerleading performance, so they are treated as rare animals from the moment they wait.

Not long after, the school leaders also packed up the speech papers from the high platform and left, and the queued classes dispersed completely.