[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

The soft lips and fingertips were about to leave, Jian Zhao withdrew his hand holding the book, and the knuckles of the hand were slightly white, and the inside of his head was in a mess. At the same time as the mess, he had taken it as a joke before. On the contrary, the thought became clearer than expected: let this little poor boy experience it for himself, whether it is... three seconds or not.

After the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the Chinese teacher walked out of the classroom with a book in his hand, stared at Jian Zhao and Ke Ai who were standing there well-behaved, frowned and said, "No eating in class next time! Go back. "

When the teacher's figure completely disappeared at the stairs, Ke Ai eagerly wanted to take out a tissue, put his hand into his pocket, and suddenly realized that he was wearing a simple school uniform, frowning slightly, his hands stretched out Arriving at Jian Zhao's school uniform pocket, he took out a tissue.

With a tissue in his hand, he spit out the candy wrapped in his mouth and threw it into the trash can at the end of the classroom.

Ke Ai can be generous in other things, but he is uncompromising when it comes to candy. In the past, children in the hospital would come to him and ask for candy.

It happened that all the flavors of Ke Ai’s favorite brand of candy were not sold separately. Ke Ai separated the ones he liked from the ones he didn’t like, and put the ones he liked in one pocket and the other ones he didn’t like.

Jian Zhao asked him for candy, and Ke Ai gave him what he didn't like in his pocket as a matter of course, but Jian Zhao stuffed it into his mouth, and the strange smell of peanuts permeated his entire mouth.

After returning to his seat, Ke Ai picked up the water glass on the table, took a big gulp, rinsed his mouth, and vomited in the sink next to the school toilet with water in his mouth.

Jian Zhao stood where he was, his gaze swept over the cup that hadn't had time to put the lid on.

The cup that Ke Ai just used in a hurry... seems to belong to him?

Ke Ai returned to the classroom after rinsing out the strange peanut smell in his mouth. As soon as he sat down, he saw Jian Zhao holding a water glass in his hand.

Jian Zhao's eyes swept across Ke Ai's plump and rosy lips after being soaked in water, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, feeling a little thirsty for no reason.

What should I do if I am thirsty?Without even thinking about it, he brought the uncapped water glass to his lips and took a sip. After putting it down, the tips of his ears became inexplicably hot.

If it could only be regarded as Ke Ai's unilateral provocation just now, what is it now?

Jian Zhao stretched out his hand against the wall, trapping Ke Ai in his arms, his hoarse voice was somewhat ambiguous.

"Little tablemate, like to kiss indirectly? Why don't you come to me directly?"

Staring at Ke Ai's white jade-like skin, it was stained with a little blush, as beautiful as red plums in the white snow, Jian Zhao had to admit that he is also a person with evil tastes, and he likes to see Ke Ai's face being teased by him It was flushed red, and the eyes were covered with water mist, looking anxious and shy.

"I, I didn't kiss you indirectly..."

Ke Ai retorted in a low voice, turned his head with puffed cheeks, and without the slightest hesitation, took a bite of Jian Zhao's wrist.

It didn't hurt, Jian Zhao withdrew his hand abruptly due to the numbing and moist touch, and his black pupil locked onto Ke Ai's side face tightly. , a fierce threat: "I'm super fierce!"