[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao was afraid to scare Ke Ai and didn't go deep, so he simply touched him, his black pupils were filled with a gentle smile, and he looked at Ke Ai seriously and attentively.

A kiss as light as a goose feather fell, but at this moment it seemed that a huge wave was set off in Ke Ai's heart, washing his head blank, staring blankly at Jian Zhao, his fair face gradually smeared with a delicate pink, The wet eyes were full of bewilderment.

"Silly?"

Jian Zhao's voice with a secret smile rang in Ke Ai's ear, Ke Ai suddenly came back to his senses, and asked confusedly: "Stinky Jian Zhao...you..."

why are you kissing me...

"Here we are, let's go down."

—The Ferris wheel passed by, and it was close to reaching the ground. After Jian Zhao made a sound, Ke Ai glanced out the window, lowered his head and nodded lightly, and followed Jian Zhao obediently, his heart beating almost as loud as Drown out all the hustle and bustle around you.

After leaving the playground, it was almost time for dinner.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

Jian Zhao turned his head to look at Ke Ai, Ke Ai frowned and thought seriously, then replied in a low voice: "I want to drink old hen soup and eat noodles."

"Well, hold on, don't lose it."

After finishing speaking, Jian Zhao took the initiative to hold Ke Ai's hand, wrapping Ke Ai's hand completely in his palm, this little bastard is easy to coax, and clumsy topics can easily divert his attention.

Jian Zhao doesn't believe in those so-called old-fashioned legends, and he doesn't think that when couples are together, just kissing on the Ferris wheel can grow old together forever.

But for the sake of this little brat, I just... forcefully believe it.

Jian Zhao, who thought he had coaxed Ke Ai well, didn't notice it. Ke Ai, who was being held by him, lowered his head slightly at this time, his exposed ears were red, and he bit his lower lip tightly, not being held by Jian Zhao. The hand that was holding was clutching his clothes.

Well, he felt that the deer in his heart was very disobedient, and when Jian Zhao kissed him just now, it was about to pop out.

Seeing a shop with a high-end decoration, Jian Zhao dragged Ke Ai in and walked in. It was a meal time and there were a lot of people, and the private rooms were already full, and the two of them could only eat in the lobby. Bustling and noisy.

The restaurant served the food very quickly. When the lid was opened, the old hen_chicken noodle soup was steaming, and the aroma immediately filled the nose.

Ke Ai lowered his head and bit off the noodles in small bites. On the surface, he seemed to be eating seriously, but in fact, his thoughts had drifted far, far away.

Just now on the Ferris wheel in the amusement park, Ke Ai remembered very clearly that Jian Zhao kissed him, really kissed him!

——Thinking of the kiss that was about to leave, Ke Ai's heartbeat gradually became irregular. He took a spoonful of hot chicken soup and sent it to his mouth. He was burned and cried, and his tongue went numb instantly.

"Is it hot?"

Jian Zhao put down the chopsticks in his hand and sat next to Ke Ai, stretched out his hand to pinch Ke Ai's chin, and looked at Ke Ai's tongue scalded by the hot chicken soup through the light of the store.

Usually, Jian Zhao gives people the impression of aloofness and arrogance. The light in the restaurant is very bright. At this time, Jian Zhao's face is slightly tense, adding a bit of seriousness. Ke Ai was a little scared.

In addition to fear, there is also grievance.

I kissed myself just now, and now I'm killing myself...how can I be so bad...

Ke Ai's aggrieved eyelashes trembled slightly, tears fell instantly, Jian Zhao saw his wet eyes tightened, and there was a bit of distress in his tone that he didn't hide.

"pain?"

"Well... If you are not fierce, I will not be in pain, but if you are fierce, I will be in super pain."

His speech was a bit vague, and after finishing his childish words, he looked at Jian Zhao eagerly, Jian Zhao saw through his little thoughts, and asked the waiter to bring him a glass of ice water helplessly.

"Hold it, spit it out when it's cold, don't drink it," just as Jian Zhao's voice fell, Ke Ai's Adam's apple rolled, and 'Gulu' swallowed a mouthful of water.

"Ice water, keeping you in your mouth is not for you to drink."

"Stop drinking, I just did not mean to."

Ke Ai had a big mouthful of ice water in his mouth, and both cheeks were stuffed. Jian Zhao picked up the cup on one side and took the water that Ke Ai spit out. A paper towel helped him wipe off the water stains on the corners of his lips.

This restaurant is in a busy city, and the two of them happened to be sitting near the window. The bright light from the window fell on Jian Zhao's body through the window.

At this moment, in Ke Ai's eyes, Jian Zhao, who is against the light, is radiant.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be particularly painful, Jian Zhao, you are amazing."

Jian Zhao ignored Ke Ai's clumsy compliment, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into Ke Ai's palm. The temperature of Jian Zhao's fingertips was slightly warm. The kiss on her face seemed to be the same as it is now. It was obviously only a little bit hotter than her own, but it seemed to be so hot that it could burn his whole body.

"Eat it when it's cold, don't worry."

"Ah."

This restaurant's main specialty is old hen soup noodles. The noodles are strong and the old hen soup is delicious. Unfortunately, Ke Ai, who was scalded, couldn't taste it properly. Jian Zhao asked the waiter to bring a smaller bowl, and filled the old hen soup with a spoon to let it cool.

Ke Ai managed to finish a large bowl of noodles, and the old hen soup was just at the temperature of the mouth.

After eating and drinking enough, Ke Ai squeezed his little belly, hugged Jian Zhao's arms and walked forward, walking on the bustling street, their shadows were stretched very long by the street lights.

They didn't stay in this city for too long, and booked a flight back after playing for a few days.

After getting off the plane, Jian Zhao put a mask on Ke Ai, and took out the sun hat from his bag.

Ke Ai's skin is milky white, and if he is not careful, he will get sunburned.

It's midsummer now, walking to the side of the road under the scorching sun, Jian Zhao took off his coat and handed it to Ke Ai, Ke Ai obediently wore it on the outside of the T-shirt without zipping it up.

There is a cold drink shop near the airport. Ke Ai has a delicate stomach, and Jian Zhao rarely lets him eat these things, but today is an exception. The city where No. [-] Middle School is located is already stuffy, not to mention that it is two o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time Well, he really took care of the little brat for a long time and didn't let him eat it.

Jian Zhao stood under the street lamp and waited for Ke Ai to come back, he couldn't go with his and Ke Ai's salute in hand.

After Ke Ai came back, Jian Zhao looked at the things in Ke Ai's hands in surprise.

Two glasses of iced lemonade, the kind without ice.

Ke Ai inserted the straw into one of the cups, and stretched out his hand to pass the straw to Jian Zhao's mouth. Jian Zhao lowered his head and took a few sips to relieve the dryness of his throat.

The two of them walked forward, intending to take a taxi at the intersection ahead. Ke Ai didn't think much about it while walking. He lowered his head and took two strong sips through the straw. He didn't recover until he drank only a small half of the lemonade.

Ke Ai's ears were burning hot, and he turned his head to look at Jian Zhao's straight thin lips. Just now... Smelly Jian Zhao also used this straw.

Originally, it was just the tips of the ears, but when the details of the scene where Jian Zhao lowered his head and held the straw in his mouth emerged before his eyes, Ke Ai's whole face burned up inexplicably, and he sucked hard on the cold lemonade.

Mint was added to the lemonade, which was refreshing and cold, but it failed to cool down the heat on Ke Ai's face.

Standing on the street waiting for a taxi, the source of happiness in Ke Ai's hand holding lemonade was suddenly snatched away by a hand stretched out from the side, Jian Zhao's voice was still cold.

"what happened?"

Ke Ai watched helplessly as Jian Zhao took his half-drinked lemonade without changing his face, and drank it up in a short while, and Jian Zhao threw the empty glass into the trash can not far away.

Jian Zhao looked down at the time on his watch, his facial expression was even slightly cold, and Ke Ai gritted his teeth fiercely, wanting to pounce on him and bite him with his usual look!

There is no intimate contact, but Ke Ai feels that he is going to be driven crazy by Jian Zhao, his heart is beating irregularly, his body is hot, and the heat on his face is getting higher and higher. I can't come down.

—A minute later, they stopped a taxi, and the taxi stopped on the side of the road. Jian Zhao reached out to help Ke Ai open the door, and Ke Ai sat in first with a glass of lemonade in his hand.

"Go to the Qingjin community."

Qingjin Community is the house left by Jian Zhao’s grandmother, Qingjin Community is also a villa area, the security measures are good, the taxi stopped at the entrance, Jian Zhao opened the door and followed Ke Ai out, and showed his identity certificate to the community security .

The house left by Jian Zhao's grandmother is not big, an ordinary three-story villa, but because of the good location, the price has been rising in the past few years. No one has lived in it for a long time, and Jian Zhao has never hired a nanny to clean it. Open the door with the key and walk in and there is a musty smell.

Putting things on the cabinet by the door, Jian Zhao turned his head to look at Ke Ai, this villa is really dirty and messy, can this poor kid get used to living in such a delicate appearance.

There is still one left of the two glasses of lemonade bought outside the airport, Ke Ai puts it on the cabinet, squats down and puts a layer of shoe covers on his sneakers, looking up at Jian Zhao distractedly while putting them on.

"I can clean up with you."

The house that hadn't been lived in for a long time became more popular, Jian Zhao put on a mask, cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs, looking helplessly at Ke Ai in the bedroom.

I didn't see how he cleaned up the room, but he made himself ashamed, some cobwebs were stuck on his light golden hair, gray was rubbed on his milky white skin, and there was a black patch on his nose. Unsurprisingly, the wet eyes were amazingly bright.

Ke Ai was holding a rag in his hand, and was wiping the stool seriously, but he didn't notice a person standing at the door at all.

Not even half of the two months of summer vacation has passed, and they will spend the rest of their time here if there is no accident. Jian Zhao went into the bathroom in the bedroom, cleaned up the bathroom, and cleaned the table. Ke Ai led him to the bathroom.

The towel hadn't been used or washed for a long time, so Jian Zhao just dipped his hands in some water and wiped off the dirt on Ke Ai's face.

The space in the bathroom was narrow and cramped. Jian Zhao leaned over slightly and carefully helped Ke Ai clean up the dirt on his face. He was indifferent and gentle, and the heat of his breath fell on the side of Ke Ai's neck. Inexplicably, Ke Ai had a thought. The urge to bury his little head in Jian Zhao's arms.