[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao's footsteps paused, his breathing subconsciously suffocated, he suddenly turned his head to look at the shadowy shadow on the translucent bathroom door, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Which one are you talking about?"

Just saying that sentence had already consumed all of Ke Ai's courage, when asked by Jian Zhao, biting his lower lip nervously, Du Xi said: "You are so stupid, that's what I left for you last time." Yes, there is mine in the closet..."

Only then was Jian Zhao sure, and he opened the closet door stiffly. The clothes on the top layer were all left by Ke Ai here. His hands trembling as he flipped through the clothes, he grabbed the thing and walked to the bathroom door, The index finger knocked lightly on the door.

"Open the door." The voice was slightly cold.

The door was half opened, Jian Zhao handed the things to Ke Ai, then pressed the door handle and closed the bathroom door.

Walking to the table, I opened the lemon mint tea I bought before. I poured nearly half of a large cup of lemon tea with ice cubes into my mouth. It made Jian Zhao's heart a little less hot.

Fuck, he almost suspected that Ke Ai was deliberately seducing him.

Ke Ai opened the bathroom door halfway just now, and Jian Zhao could clearly see Ke Ai's figure, only the upper half of his body was wearing a shirt, the shirt was a little longer, just covering half of the skin, and the exposed legs were covered by Hot and slightly powdered, straight and slender.

The slippers she wore when taking a bath in the bathroom were simple, and Ke Ai wore slightly larger, pure black slippers, which lined Ke Ai's tender pink toes more delicately and cutely.

After only a few glances just now, Jian Zhao recalled the scene just now in his mind, and gradually perfected the details, the more he thought about it, the hotter he became.

In his previous life, Jian Zhao was calm and self-possessed. He hated this kind of thing, and felt that it was a waste of time.

But now, Ke Ai didn't even tease intentionally, let alone flirtatiously, only inadvertently provoking, easily arousing all of Jian Zhao's desires.

I don't know if it's because of the change of age that Jian Zhao in this age group has become more impulsive and reckless.

Or because this person is not Bai Qing, but Ke Ai.

Comparing the two, a voice in Jian Zhao's heart cried out.

is the latter.

The lemon tea that was said to be delicious after the barbecue was drunk by Jian Zhao before the barbecue lunch box was opened.

Jian Zhao casually put the school uniform jacket on the outside of the shirt from the bed, the overly fat school uniform covered the inconspicuous bulge of the crotch.

The door of the bathroom opened, and Ke Ai ran out wearing simple slippers. His light blond hair had just been washed, and it should have been wiped in the bathroom. It was a mess like a lion king.

"Where's my barbecue?"

Jian Zhao opened the box containing the barbecue and pushed it in front of Ke Ai. Ke Ai held a bamboo stick and started to cook.

The barbecue in the school cafeteria tastes very good. After eating about a dozen of them, Ke Ai raised his head abruptly, staring at Jian Zhao who sat across from him who had never eaten a single one, and asked tentatively: "Jane Zhao?"

"Ok?"

Responding in a low voice, the magnetic voice was a bit hoarse.

"Why don't you eat?"

Before Jian Zhao came to be happy, Ke Ai said the following words again.

"You...you won't poison it, will you?"

Jian Zhao noticed Ke Ai's earnest expression when he said this, so he gave a slight snort, and replied, "No."

Ke Ai was still worried, holding a skewer in his hand, and fed it to Jian Zhao's mouth. Jian Zhao lowered his head and bit off the meat at the top of the skewer.

"not worried?"

"Uh, um."

Ke Ai tore and bit off the bamboo sticks that were left over from the skewer that was just fed to Jian Zhao.

—The face is not reserved.

Even a little presumptuous.

Jian Zhao's slender fingers tore off the plastic seal on the outside of the straw, inserted the straw into the lemon tea cup, and placed it by Ke Ai's hand.

The barbecue Jian Zhao bought was not too spicy, but he ate too much. Ke Ai's pale pink lips were reddened by the heat, and they were slightly swollen because he was dissatisfied with his slightly puffed lips...

Looks like an invitation for a kiss.

— Time, Jian Zhao didn't even know if it was right or wrong for him to ask Ke Ai to change the bed, if he did this every day, wouldn't he be torturing himself?

After eating the barbecue, the bamboo sticks were placed in a mess on the table, and the oil dripping from the barbecue fell on the waterproof tablecloth, which was dirty and messy.

Jian Zhao frowned, found disposable gloves from a side cabinet, and resigned himself to tidying up.

Ke Ai, who was full, crouched in Big Bear's arms, rubbed his belly, burped, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Jian Zhao, you are so virtuous..."

Jian Zhao, who had just packed the bamboo sticks, turned his head and glanced at him, the corners of his lips curled into an imperceptible arc.

"Is that really a thank you for the compliment?"

"You're welcome..."

Pack up the bamboo sticks, wipe off the oil stains on the table with a wet towel, and finally spray the air freshener, pack up the garbage and throw it into the big trash can on their floor before it's over.

Jian Zhao is very neat, and he was not taken seriously since he was a child, so he can manage his life in an orderly manner early on.

When he went back, Ke Ai had already closed his eyes in Big Bear's arms. The shadow cast on his face by the curly eyelashes under the light made his heart soften inexplicably.

Jian Zhao approached, and when he heard Ke Ai's even breathing, he suddenly realized that the little boy had already fallen asleep after only a short while.

His gaze swept across Ke Ai's slightly damp hair, he found out the hair dryer, plugged in the power and turned it to the lowest setting, and gently blowing on his hair.

The wet hair is blown by the hot wind, gradually becoming dry and soft, with an excellent touch.

As soon as his hair was blown and Jian Zhao unplugged the hair dryer, he saw the little boy lying in the big bear's arms opened his eyes in bewilderment.

"Go to bed and sleep."

As if afraid of disturbing Ke Ai's drowsiness, Jian Zhao lowered his voice very low. In the quiet dormitory, the inadvertent gentleness revealed was like an illusion after Ke Ai was extremely sleepy.

Walking drunkenly, he walked to Jian Zhao's bed and lay down, occupying most of the bed by himself, rubbing his head on Jian Zhao's pillow, the remnant of Jian Zhao's breath on the pillow made him inexplicably relieved.

The next day, Ke Ai took the initiative to submit an application for changing dormitories to Teacher Du.

Teacher Du asked Jian Zhao and Ke Ai again and again and approved it after getting a definite answer. When he was packing up after class, he opened the door of the bathroom in the dormitory, and a lump of yellow things walked towards Ke Ai with two short legs. go straight.

Ke Ai stared at the little yellow duck running towards him, his hair was about to explode in fright, he turned around and hid behind Jian Zhao.

"You...you you you...don't come here, come here...I will let Jian Zhao hit you!"

Ke Ai threatened the little yellow duck fiercely, ignoring the trembling tone would definitely be more deterrent.

The little yellow duck stopped its paws with a 'chuckle', and looked at Ke Ai with a hurt face. He was locked in the bathroom for so long by his little cutie!Nothing to eat!No food left for him!

— A little Gong duck, almost starved into a little shou duck!

The scene of the duck turning its head and running all over the ground in the last movie was still in Ke Ai's mind, and he turned his head and tugged at the corner of Jian Zhao's clothes.

Jian Zhao stopped helping Ke Ai pack his things, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I...I want you to hug me..."

With a soft and waxy voice, one paw was still pulling at the corner of his clothes, and her eyes were wet from the mist, and she acted like a baby to him softly.

Jian Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and only now did he clearly understand what it feels like to be in love for a lifetime together from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing the reddish circles around his eyes and the slight frown between his brows will make him feel distressed, and it is impossible to see that he has suffered the slightest grievance.

When Ruan Sheng stared at him with those clear eyes when she was coquettish with him, even if she drowned in it, she was willing to do so without any complaints.

It was Jian Zhao's broad embrace that responded to Ke Ai's words.

Jian Zhao put his long arms around Ke Ai's shoulders, hugged him into his arms, patted Ke Ai's back comfortingly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Ke Ai buried his face on Jian Zhao's shoulder. As a man, he was embarrassed to admit that he was frightened by a duck, and explained in a low voice: "Hmm... it must be a little cold?"

It's June now, it's midsummer, it's too hot every night, is it cold?

Rather than saying it was really cold, it might be better to say that Ke Ai just found a reason to act like a baby and let Jian Zhao hug him.

"Is it warm?"

"Hmm... one more minute."

Ke Ai muttered in a low voice, and raised his head to look at Jian Zhao nervously after finishing speaking, for fear of his rejection.

"Ah."

Jian Zhao nodded lightly, raised his watch and glanced at the time.

Before meeting this poor kid, he was a person who planned his life very well, everything could be arranged in an orderly manner by him, and disrupting his schedule after being delayed for something would make Jian Zhao emotional Involuntarily irritable.

But after having this little kid by my side...

Jian Zhao sighed helplessly, principle, what is it?

Ke Ai didn't bring many things here, and since he stayed in Jian Zhao's dormitory for a longer period of time, there weren't many things left in the dormitory, and it didn't take much effort to clean them up.

In Jian Zhao's bedroom, the wardrobe, which was only half-filled, was full, there were cute cushions on the stool, there was a pot of gardenias on the balcony, and there were several dolls on the top bunk of the iron frame bed.

On his bed, there was a little broken child.

After taking a shower, Ke Ai went to Jian Zhao's bed and leaned on Jian Zhao's pillow to stare at the phone screen. He didn't wear earphones, and the external voice was not loud. The excited voice of the commentary came out through the phone, which was extremely clear.

Jian Zhao, who took a shower, changed into pajamas, lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, stared at Ke Ai. Ke Ai straightened his lips, his face was focused, serious and cute.

"What are you looking at?"

"You don't understand, don't hit me..."

Ke Ai moved towards the wall, his face full of displeasure after being disturbed.

At the end of the game, Ke Ai turned off the phone, twisted it obediently, covered the quilt, and poked his head out of the quilt after a while, and asked cautiously: "Jian Zhao...are you angry?"

Looking at Ke Ai's appearance, how angry can he continue to live?

"No, I was just thinking, aren't people who share the same bed usually husband and wife? That little cutie, what are you to me?"