Xiaoman

Of course Liu Xiaoman knew that it was impossible to just make up lessons today.

Just Chong Xia Liang dared to hold his hand in school to play hooligans, if he really had no idea, he didn't have to do so much practice in advance yesterday.

Take another big step back, let alone Xia Liang, although he doesn't know as much as Xia Liang... In any case, he is still a well-developed young man in every aspect except his arms, and he is still in the position of being kissed by someone he likes. Ups and downs of adolescence.

Not to mention that the person he likes is now staring at him in this way, saying such obvious words.

But it's one thing to understand this kind of thing in your heart, but it's another thing to really accept it clearly.

Xia Liang's thighs were lifted up, Liu Xiaoman's spine was also lifted up, and the sound of hot water boiling was all in his ears, pushing Xia Liang away and walking out against the wall.

He got up.

Xia Liangchou smiled shamelessly behind him, Xiaoguo was still lying at the door, staring at him with two big transparent glass eyes, Liu Xiaoman always felt that its eyes seemed to understand everything, making people unable to understand. look straight at.

In terms of face, he will never be able to compare with Xia Liang, and he is not so shamelessly frank.

Turning around the living room with a blushing face, Xia Liang put a pocket on his back and turned him into the bedroom.

The lighting in Xia Liang's room is particularly good, he felt it the last time he came here.

It can be seen that he really just got up, the quilt has not been folded, only the curtains are drawn and the windows are opened, the sun shines fluffy on the computer desk and the whole big bed, just by looking at it, one can imagine sleeping on it and taking a nap It must be very comfortable.

Xia Liang's bed.

Liu Xiaoman recalled Xia Liang sitting on the edge of the bed biting his belly, and turned his head a little guilty.

Turning his head away, he found that Xia Liang was tidying up the things on the computer desk. The sundries were piled up and put away separately. He kicked the high chair over and brought a chair outside. He sat on the edge of the desk and looked at Liu Xiaoman. Patted: "You sit here."

Liu Xiaoman blinked: "Ah."

What does this person... say differently than what he does?

Do you want to study seriously after playing hooligans?

True learning and false learning?

Liu Xiaoman asked three consecutive questions in his heart, and with a somewhat shameless mood, went over to sit down.

Just after taking a step, he remembered that his schoolbag was still in the living room, and turned around to go out again.

Xia Liang grabbed his waist from behind: "Where are you going?"

"My schoolbag is outside." Liu Xiaoman shook his hand.

"Oh, let's go like this." Xia Liang rubbed the tip of his nose behind his ears.

As long as he talked, his buttocks were still sitting firmly on the table without moving. Liu Xiaoman was ticklish and wanted to shrink from being rubbed by him. He couldn't walk at all, so he smiled and arched: "Hurry up and let me go, I can't move gone."

"You arch again, a few more arches and we don't have to learn." Xia Liang pinched his buttocks, "With such good conditions, I can still insist on studying first before doing real work, but it takes a lot of perseverance of."

Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to move.

Although it's really comfortable to hug and rub around like this, it feels like two small animals, snuggling together feels warm and solid, but when it's time to learn, he still wants to learn.

Not only did he study by himself, but he also really wanted Xia Liang to learn. If he didn't study, if he dropped ten or so grades in the final exam, Xia Liang's mother would really transfer him to another school. It would be difficult to even hug him like this.

Xia Liang kissed his ear again, and let him go to get his schoolbag.

When Liu Xiaoman came back with his schoolbag, Xia Liang also took out those messy papers from his bag and coded them one by one.

Liu Xiaoman sat down beside him, took a look, and suddenly remembered an important question: "Do you have a pen?"

Xia Liang was stunned, and also looked at him, obviously just thought of this, he took out his schoolbag twice, and he sighed: "My grandpa has brushes, from small script to fighting brushes."

"Still fighting for pens." Liu Xiaoman smiled, he knew it would be like this, took out two pens and gave one to Xia Liang, "I can't figure it out, where did all the pens I gave you go?"

"Yeah, where did you go?" Xia Liang took the pen and twirled it in his hand, flipped over a math paper and began to read it, which was an unsolvable problem.

During half the morning, Liu Xiaoman found that Xia Liang really just didn't study normally, if he was allowed to sink down to do the questions, he would actually be able to sit still.

At least in terms of doing math problems, he didn't need to say anything at all, and Xia Liang even told him a problem in turn.

The nibs of the two people slide together on the draft paper, watching Xia Liang's beautiful words form a smooth train of thought on the paper, listening to his unhurried tone, summing up a new solution in a few words, this feeling of joint concentration Really good.

"You won't be the type who doesn't listen well at school and do the questions secretly at home?" He couldn't help asking.

"It's the first time someone says that about me." Xia Liang smiled, curled his index and middle fingers and pinched his nose: "Do you think I look like me?"

Liu Xiaoman rubbed his nose, looked at his self-contained method of answering questions, and looked at his political answer drafts, which he was also too lazy to write, to overthrow this ridiculous idea in his heart.

Picking and choosing to do the math homework, and finishing the remaining political problems, Xia Liang put down his pen and chewed on a grape, then stuffed another one into Liu Xiaoman's mouth, leaned back and stretched Lazy.

The rest of Liu Xiaoman's homework was solved when Xia Liang was doing the math problems, and he didn't bring too many exercises. After finishing his own homework, he continued to help Xia Liang organize the comprehensive notes and review them by the way.

While biting his grapes, he brought Xia Liang's political answers over to read. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the hem of Xia Liang's pajamas had been pulled up because of stretching, revealing a tight waist. He didn't know what to think. The thought of "it must be easy to touch" just came up in Li, and he stretched out his hand and touched Xia Liang's stomach.

"Yo?" Xia Liang was stunned by his hand, and he kept his stretched posture and forgot to close it, and raised his eyebrows.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned at the same time as he started to touch it, calling Liu Xiaoman in his heart what are you doing?

Are you crazy?

A hooligan playing Xia Liang?

While thinking about this, he still didn't forget to swallow the grapes.

so sweet.

Sure enough, Xia Liang would not let go of this opportunity to play the hooligan back in an upright manner. As soon as Liu Xiaoman retracted his hand to grab the answer sheet again, he turned his chair towards him and pinched his waist.

The person with itchy flesh on his waist knows best how to bully another person who protects itchy flesh. Liu Xiaoman was touched and squeezed so much that he couldn't speak.Xia Liang also laughed, and hugged him into his arms with a smile, and he lost weight in a circle. Liu Xiaoman closed his eyes in Xia Liang's arms, and opened them again, and the two of them fell on the small sofa behind them.

Unbelievable.

Liu Xiaoman lay on his stomach in Xia Liang's arms, reaching out to touch his face again.

When he fell down, he didn't feel panic, and blindly believed that Xia Liang would never fall himself.

He touched Xia Liang, and Xia Liang also touched his face, but Liu Xiaoman only touched it once. He leaned heavily on the back of the sofa, bent one leg and stepped on the edge of the sofa, looking from top to bottom lying on his chest. Little Liu Xiaoman, he won't let go if he touches it.

"Call Brother Liang." He pinched Liu Xiaoman's face and shook it.

It's almost noon, and the sunlight from this angle is strong even in winter, covering Liu Xiaoman's face in front of him, a piece of golden light, he is still smiling just now, and the corners of his eyes are bent towards the backlighting summer Liang called out "Brother Liang".

Xia Liang dragged him up, embraced him and kissed him.

When the hem of the clothes was lifted, Liu Xiaoman shivered all over, his belly was hot just now, although Xia Liang's hands were not cold, it was still a little irritating to cover them.

He flinched and wanted to hide, but Xia Liang said, "Why?", wrapped his arms half a circle around his clothes, and directly pressed Liu Xiaoman on the sofa: "You are only allowed to touch me, and you are not allowed to touch me yourself." ?”

Although the position was only adjusted, the oppressive feeling brought by this posture was indescribable.

Liu Xiaoman felt that his whole body was surrounded by Xia Liang, just now he dared to touch Xia Liang's face against the light, but now the light was blocked out, the two were so close, Xia Liang's eyes were so close Looking directly at him, all touch and vision are magnified countless times.

He turned his face away uncomfortably, staring at the fabric pattern on the back of the sofa.

Xia Liang pinched his face and turned him back, continued to kiss, and the arms wrapped around Liu Xiaoman's waist moved again.

When the under collar was rubbed, Liu Xiaoman quickened his breathing a little uneasily, grabbed Xia Liang's sleeve and elbow, hesitating whether to push it away.

The sounds outside the range of hearing became very clear, and the slightest movement on the windowsill was magnified many times.

Xia Liang buried himself in his shoulder socket, Liu Xiaoman tilted his head and closed his eyes, his eyelids were red and throbbing, he could see his own blood vessels flowing, and the sparrows on the tree were chirping, chirping very clearly, as if they were getting closer and closer. It was getting close, and he was a little dizzy when he heard it.

When the stump was rubbed into the palm by Xia Liang in his clothes, he couldn't help but want to curl up, and shook Xia Liang's sleeve tightly.

Xia Liang's rhythm was entirely driven by his reaction, and he instantly became heavier. He pushed aside his clothes, scooped them up along his belly, supported Liu Xiaoman's back with the other hand, and put his wrists down. Hold it.

Neither how it happened nor how it ended.

After Liu Xiaoman came out of Xia Liang's hand with his waist down, he felt dizzy and couldn't get back to his senses for a long time. He couldn't figure out who he was and where he was.

The feeling is much stronger than my own.

Every nerve and every fiber was controlled by Xia Liang's hands, and he couldn't bear it.

When his brain was reconnected, Xia Liang had already cleaned up the mess with paper towels, went to wash a hot towel to wipe his hands, and poured him a glass of warm water, leaning against the edge of the table to watch him drink.

Liu Xiaoman took it in a daze and took a sip, swallowed it before realizing it, hurriedly stood up and put the water glass on the computer desk, first looked at the sofa, then at himself, and then at Xia Liang's arm.

"It's not stained, it's all wiped off." Xia Liang stretched out his arm to let him watch, "The arm is fine, it was almost there when I went to remove the splint a while ago."

Liu Xiaoman held his head and didn't speak, he felt that he was going crazy, just being in someone else's house, being held by someone, and just like that.

The boiling water was boiling in his mind, and he couldn't think of anything except turning Xia Liang's arms over and over to divert his attention. If he moved, he would turn around and rush out the door with his schoolbag .

You are finished, Liu Xiaoman.

His mind kept spinning.

You are so crazy, you actually did that in Xia Liang's hands.

It's so embarrassing.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that he was the only one being fooled just now, Xia Liang didn't seem to have done anything.

He looked at Xia Liang.

Just like his thickened skin, what should be bulged is still bulging, although it has faded a lot, but it is still bulging.

"You..." He felt that his facial features didn't look like his own, and he opened his mouth to make a sound, "Don't you need it?"

"How do I use it?" Xia Liang pulled him over, a little amused, "You almost jumped out of the sofa yourself, and if you take it out for me, wouldn't you be so scared that you would jump up to the ceiling?"

Liu Xiaoman was a little dazed, how big was his reaction?

"But you..." Xia Liang said, leaned forward again, and flicked him, "It's a bit thin, did you just get it before you came here?"

Liu Xiaoman only felt that a spoonful of boiling oil had been poured into his ears, and he left Xia Liang's arm and turned around to run.

In fact, he didn't know where he was going when he ran, and he went to the living room to walk around twice, but he couldn't stand it if he didn't run. Let me say a word.

What rare!

How rare is it, only once last night!

"Okay, okay, let's not talk." Xia Liang was so happy that he grabbed Liu Xiaoman from behind and rubbed against his neck again, "This time it's me, next time it's your turn."

Before Liu Xiaoman could think of what to say, Xia Liang rubbed his stomach and stood up: "I'm hungry, let's cook."