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The wind and snow whizzed by outside the window, and Qiao Qiao had no place to rest his boiling heart.

He sticks to me!

His lips are so soft!

What is he going to do?

Is this to kiss me?

Do you still want to fuck me?

I can do it all?

My door is always open and my arms are waiting for you

There is a tacit understanding after hugging, you will fall in love with this place

Qiao Qiao's expression was agitated. Fortunately, the lights were out of control at the moment, and they were just dim silhouettes in each other's eyes.

Xing Xin was almost half-embracing him, with his arms across Qiao Qiao's stomach, with some weight, Qiao Qiao couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The two people were face to face, so close, after Xing Xin finished saying this, the atmosphere was a little delicate.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound, "Ah... um...", followed by several "pops", Qiao Qiao was terrified when he heard it. Pursing his lips, his ears were covered suddenly, and Qiao Qiao was taken aback for a moment, when he heard Xing Xin's deliberately lowered voice, "Child, don't listen."

Qiao Qiao curled up his mouth and couldn't help laughing. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, stretched out his hand to hug Xingxin's arm, leaned forward slightly, and imitated Xingxin's way just now, rubbing it over little by little, and his soft lips stuck to it all at once. On Liao Xingxin's earlobes, hot air sprayed out.

With a smile, he teased: "Little brother, I am an adult, twenty years old!"

Xing Xin was taken aback, Qiao Qiao was only seventeen or eighteen years old when he looked like this, and because of his fair skin, he sounded like a child when he spoke, which made him feel even younger. Xing Xin didn't expect him to be 20 years old, so he was a little surprised.

Xingxin's earlobe was a little hot, so he moved to the side. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a gust of wind and rain in the bed next door, and the bed frame creaked. Xingxin frowned, suddenly felt A little irritable.

At this time, Qiao Qiao grabbed his hand and sat up from the bed. The sound was a little loud, and a beam of light came in from the window, falling on Qiao Qiao's face. He lowered his eyelashes, looked down at Xing Xin, and smiled slyly at him. , Xing Xin was taken aback, and then he heard Qiao Qiao's confused voice, as if asking, he said, "Xing Xin, did you hear that? What's the sound?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bed next door fell silent instantly. Xing Xin pursed his lips, holding back a smile, and pulled Qiao Qiao back to let him fall asleep.

Qiao Qiao lay down again, curled up in a small ball on his side, put his head in his arms, and covered his mouth with a muffled laugh, like a child playing a prank. It was the first time Xingxin saw such a cute person. He looked down at Qiao Qiao's hair, and couldn't help laughing.

Afterwards, the couple on the next bed became very quiet. About ten minutes later, Qiao Qiao heard a rustling sound. He raised his eyes and saw the two people on the next bed get off the bed and walk lightly. out.

The door was gently opened and then slowly closed, Qiao Qiao finally couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Half of his body was tied on Xingxin's body, buried in his ear, and whispered, "Why are they so open? Are we all here?"

Xing Xin didn't know how to answer, so he didn't say anything. Qiao Qiao said again, "Do you think Li Yu thought we were a couple, so he let go?"

Xing Xin was stunned for a few seconds, "A couple?"

You don't need to look to know that Xingxin must be stupid at the moment, Qiao Qiao snickered, "I'm just kidding."

Xingxin said "hmm" and was silent for a few seconds before he asked, "Are you traveling or studying?"

"It's not traveling or studying. I came here to find my friend." Qiao Qiao replied, he paused and said, "My grades are terrible, and I stopped studying a long time ago."

"Stop reading?" Xing Xin was a little surprised, he frowned slightly, but out of politeness, he didn't ask further.

On the other hand, Qiao Qiao seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, and said to him: "I am the only one in my family, and my parents are gone, um... so no one cares about me."

Qiaoqiao said pitifully, and Xingxin felt inexplicably distressed. This emotion is very strange. It should be people who can't get along with each other, but because of a train, a snowstorm, and an accident, they live in the same room. Talking at night, chatting and talking, sharing each other's lives, joys, sorrows and sorrows.

It seems that everything is new, but the feelings have indeed been settled for a long time, and when it is opened again, the true feelings are already in it.

Speaking of it being a while, and the two people in the next bed hadn't come in yet, Qiao Qiao felt a little sleepy. He turned his body sideways, curled up lazily like a kitten, and lay on his side beside Xingxin.

Half-closed his eyes, half dreaming and waking up, he heard Xingxin ask, "Have you found your friend?"

Qiao Qiao thought, isn't this right in front of him?

But that's not a friend... that's my favorite person.

He grabbed the corner of Xingxin's clothes, gave a low "hmm", and whispered tiredly, "I found it..."

Qiao Qiao woke up the next day, and he was alone in the room. He looked around, froze for a few seconds, and slowly got off the bed.

He didn’t know when the heating in the room was turned off. It was a bit cold. He put on the sweater from the sofa, and the hem of the sweater half covered his buttocks. He didn’t wear pants. He walked to the window, knelt on the small sofa, and pulled the window glass .

He took a breath, wiped off the mist on the glass, and looked at the scenery outside.

The wind and snow fell all night, and the snow outside the house submerged the cars parked on the roadside, leaving only a part of the roof outside, and only half of the electric pole remained.

As a southerner, it was the first time for him to see such a snow scene. He opened his eyes wide, and the white light was reflected in his eyes, and he was excited at a glance.

When Xingxin came back with breakfast, he saw Qiao Qiao lying on the sofa, wearing a sweater, with his butt pouted, no pants, and a pair of light-colored underwear with a cartoon head printed on it.

Qiao Qiao's face was almost pressed against the window glass. Xing Xin put the milk and bread on the table. He walked over, pulled a quilt from the bed, and threw it on Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and then he was hugged. Before he could react, he was already sitting on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and Qiao Qiao's face was exposed outside.

"The heating is turned off in the room, what are you looking at? Isn't it cold like this?"

Xing Xin is too fierce like this.

Qiao Qiao shrank his neck, his toes hidden under the quilt curled up unconsciously, he looked up at Xingxin eagerly, pointed out the window, and looked longingly, "I want to build a snowman."

Xing Xin bowed his head and said nothing, his eyes swept across Qiao Qiao's face, wondering if the child had lied about his age with him.

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I won't update tomorrow, see you on Monday, ok, ask Huahua to overwhelm me