[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao is indeed good enough, he can be regarded as the best of the younger generation, his mentor and classmates feel that he should have a good enough partner.

However, other people's opinions are nothing more than opinions to him in the final analysis.

excellent?Who can be as good as the person he likes?Others are so good, who can be better than the person he likes?

Emotional things are like people drinking water, knowing whether they are warm or not, in the final analysis it is nothing more than four words of willingness.

When Ke Ai heard what Jian Zhao said, his eye circles suddenly turned red.

Ever since he and Jian Zhao separated from No. [-] Middle School, he has been staying at home. He doesn't have so many twists and turns in his heart, and he doesn't understand too many complicated things.

He knew that Jian Zhao was good enough, but he never thought that... Jian Zhao would have such an idea.

Jian Zhao hugged Ke Ai in his arms, and then lowered his voice to coax him: "Baby...you should think about it in a different way, when we were separated, I stayed in the country alone for so many years. It didn't make me forget you... Doesn't that show how good you are?"

More than once, Jian Zhao was glad that after he was reborn, he met such a poor kid who made him feel distressed.

If it wasn't for Ke Ai, Jian Zhao couldn't imagine what it would be like to be reborn with those desperate memories on his back.

Because of Ke Ai, he gradually turned into the excellent appearance he is now.

If you like the right person, you work hard, and you want to become better and better enough to match him.

Jian Zhao would constantly ask himself to be better, but he never thought about how demanding he would be on his little poor child.

It is his greatest wish in this life to make Ke Ai live a happy life.

Ke Ai laughed amused by Jian Zhao's words, buried his face in his arms, then lowered his voice and said, "Jian Zhao...I want you...really."

Seeing Ke Ai's appearance, Jian Zhao obviously took what he just said to heart, hooked his lips a little helplessly, and kissed his lips very tenderly.

When the lips of the two touched each other, Ke Ai felt as if there were countless fireworks blooming in front of him.

Doing such an intimate thing with the person he likes makes Ke Ai tremble slightly with excitement.

Jian Zhao endured it for so many years, and once he was liberated, even when he was dazzled by desire, he tried his best to restrain and be gentle.

This night, Ke Ai waited until the sky turned pale, and then fell asleep from exhaustion.

Jian Zhao's movements were gentle enough from the beginning to the end, without making Ke Ai feel the slightest discomfort.

But at this time, the occasional tenderness will become particularly annoying.

Jian Zhao looked tired and fell asleep Ke Ai, who looked like a docile cat nestling in his arms, with 1 foot in his brows and eyes.

Ke Ai felt his movements, as if he was seeking shelter, he burrowed into the arms of the culprit, begging for mercy in a low voice: "I don't want it anymore..."

"Don't torment you anymore, just sleep for a while."

"Well……"

This rose manor was once created by Ke Ai's father to please his mother, and even this room is exquisite and romantic enough.

Looking at Ke Ai's obedient and docile appearance, Jian Zhao couldn't help but think that when he begged for mercy with red eyes, he unconsciously smiled. Ji'o—it was him who wanted it at the beginning, and it was also the one who cried and begged for mercy later on. he.

The next day, when Ke Ai woke up, it was almost evening, the sun had already set, and the sunset was as red as fire, with all kinds of thick and beautiful clouds covering the sky.

Jian Zhao noticed it the first time he opened his eyes, lowered his voice and asked, "Little boy, do you feel any discomfort?"

After Jian Zhao asked this sentence, he walked to the bedside, put his hand on Ke Ai's forehead for an interview, and was relieved after confirming that he didn't have a fever.

No matter how restrained Jian Zhao was originally, how could he be gentle to the bone when it really came to that time?

Keeping Ke Ai from getting hurt is already his limit, and he can't do more.

Ke Ai fainted for a while, and slowly remembered what happened last night. His face, which was originally like white jade, gradually became crimson, and then even his neck and ear tips were dyed red. He said in a waxy voice: " I'm hungry……"

When Jian Zhao heard his words, a smile flashed in his eyes, as if he had tossed and tossed like last night, and then slept until now, so he would feel hungry, which is really reasonable.

Ke Ai heard his suppressed laughter, blushed and buried his head in the quilt.

Jian Zhao stretched out his hand to dig him out of the bed, and said softly, "Don't be bored, I cooked porridge downstairs, can you have some porridge first?"

Ke Ai showed embarrassment after hearing this sentence. In fact, he didn't want to go out very much. To put it more accurately, he didn't even want to get out of bed.

The whole body seemed to be numb and sore even in the bones, and he didn't even bother to move.

"May I serve the porridge for you?"

Ke Ai nodded lightly, enjoying his service with peace of mind.

Seeing his upright appearance, Jian Zhao smiled slightly, then turned and went downstairs.

He likes Ke Ai's presumptuous appearance in front of him regardless of each other, and the appearance of ordering himself to do things for him as he is now, and he also likes it.

Like when he first came to this country to get along with Ke Ai, Ke Ai was well-behaved and docile, and he was cautious no matter what he did, as if he was worried that he would not like him.

That Ke Ai looks cute, but it makes Jian Zhao feel bad.

After Jian Zhao left, Ke Ai silently buried his face under the blanket, slightly hooked his lips, and two small dimples appeared on his cheeks.

Before the two of them had any real sexual encounters, Ke Ai would inevitably feel a little scared in his heart about this completely unknown thing.

All Ke Ai's knowledge of this aspect comes from the information he inquired before, and the various information on the Internet are half-truths and half-false.

And most of the recipients of the same-sex couples, most of the messages on the Internet are painful and teary.

Ke Ai is terribly afraid of pain, and has always been very delicate.

However, he was unexpectedly firm on this matter. After what happened last night, he himself did not feel regretful.

If it was Jian Zhao, no matter how painful it was, he would not be afraid.

What's more, he didn't feel any pain last night, on the contrary...

Ke Ai recalled what happened last night in his mind, and couldn't help curling his toes gently.

The sound of footsteps gradually permeated, and the open door came in. Jian Zhao held a bowl of porridge and pushed open the bedroom door.

Ke Ai is still lying under the quilt now, covering himself tightly with the quilt, except for a very cute little head, which looks obedient and clever.

Jian Zhao went to the bed and stirred the porridge a few times with a spoon, blew it cool and fed it to Ke Ai's mouth.

While Ke Ai was enjoying his service, he couldn't help but think of the time when the two of them met for the first time.

At that time, Jian Zhao came out of the stairs of the teaching building with an indifference and arrogance all over his body, and his brows were full of rejection of outsiders.

But now, Jian Zhao was sitting beside his bed, carefully and patiently feeding a bowl of porridge to his mouth.

Ke Ai smiled quietly. If it was at that time, he would not have thought that the relationship between the two of them would develop to this point.

Of course, Ke Ai never thought that there would be someone who could spoil him so much, and that he would like someone so deeply.

After Ke Ai slept for such a long time, he still felt a little sleepy. Jian Zhao casually put the empty bowl on the bedside table, saw Ke Ai yawning and wanted to sleep, lifted the quilt and lay beside him, covering Ke Ai's whole body. Hugged in his arms.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep for a while."

"But it's very late now... If I sleep again, I should not be able to get up until tomorrow morning."

"Well... wake up tomorrow morning, and go to bed obediently now, okay?"

"it is good."

Jian Zhao patiently coaxed Ke Ai to sleep, and only after hearing that his breathing gradually became even, got out of bed and went downstairs with the bowl.

The housekeeper downstairs had already fallen asleep. After putting the bowl into the kitchen, Jian Zhao returned to the bedroom and lay down beside Ke Ai.

It's been such a long time, and Ke Ai's sleep quality has improved a lot, at least it won't be like it used to be, and Jian Zhao must be by his side to fall asleep peacefully.

But Jian Zhao is still willing to pamper him, and is willing to stay by his side after he falls asleep, even if Ke Ai doesn't know it at all.

The two lay down together and hugged each other tightly, and slept until the next day.

Ke Ai was sleepy, but not that sleepy. He woke up very early the next day. After opening his eyes, he could see through the gap between the curtains that it was still foggy outside the window, and the sky had not yet dawned.

Ke Ai was one of the few who woke up earlier than Jian Zhao, Ke Ai carefully relaxed his movements, raised his head and looked at Jian Zhao who was lying beside him.

Although so many years have passed, Jian Zhao's indifference and gangster spirit still exist most of the time except in front of Ke Ai.

Even Jian Zhao, who was asleep, still had a slightly taut face and a cold look.

Ke Ai stared at him carefully in a daze. He liked Jian Zhao very much, a person who was so afraid of pain, but willingly accepted everything he gave him.

Jian Zhao didn't know when he opened his eyes. Seeing Ke Ai's dazed look, he smiled and kissed the corner of his lips and said, "Good morning, baby."