The day I fell in love with the great god

"This...is this?" Qin Chuan couldn't believe what he was holding.

"Happy Christmas Eve Chuan Chuan, this is a gift for Christmas Eve and Christmas."

"Gift? Apple notebook? This... This is too expensive! Don't!" Qin Chuan stuffed the box into a bag and handed it to Yang Shu.

Yang Shu didn't take it: "Didn't you bring a laptop in freshman year? This is my extra one."

"Excessive? It's so redundant that the box is still there?" Qin Chuan didn't quite believe it.

"Well, for electronic products, I have the habit of keeping boxes, so that I can put them in when not in use, and then put them away for easy organization."

"Really? You still have this habit?"

"Well, I still have some habits, do you want to know?" Yang Shu approached, and gently pushed back the hand holding the bag: "Take it and I'll tell you."

"This..." Qin Chuan tightened his hand holding the bag, and said angrily, "No, it's still too expensive. Besides, how dare I..."

"Chuan Chuan..." Yang Shu interrupted Qin Chuan, and suddenly approached Qin Chuan with his arms around Qin Chuan's waist, and said in Qin Chuan's ear, "I'm not sorry. I said I love you and treat you well. Dad won't break his promise." ..."

"Tsk, Dad, you're big! Don't get cheap and act like a good boy, be careful...be careful of me..."

"What are you? En?" Yang Shu approached, his dark eyes gleaming brightly in the dark night.

Qin Chuan turned his head away from someone and stared straight at him, his voice became quieter as he went to the back, so small that he couldn't hear it clearly.

As for the tightening of the hands at the waist, Yang Shu's face gradually approached in front of his eyes: "Okay, good son, accept the apple that Dad gave you."

"You're such a good son!" Qin Chuan bit his lip, pretending to back off with teeth and claws.

Clutching someone's wobbly waist, Yang Shu chuckled lightly: "Okay, okay, you can be a rebel if you want, but you must accept this, this is my heart."

"..." Qin Chuan stopped, looked up at Yang Shu for a long time, and finally nodded.

He buttoned his face a little shyly, glanced at the dim lights in the dormitory, moved his arms around his waist, took the bag, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Thank you for the gift, but I won't Say, I haven't decided what to give you yet..."

A soft laugh came, Qin Chuan was taken aback for a moment, and was about to look up when he saw his chin lifted by a big hand, and then it was pressed against the ginkgo tree trunk.

The trunk of the ginkgo tree is very thin and cannot block the figures of the two.However, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and the street lamps like bean sprouts were dimly shining. Even if there were people, it was difficult to notice the two people under the tree.

Yang Shu's expression was in the shadow of the street lamp, Qin Chuan looked up and looked too unreal.

"Chuan Chuan didn't expect to give me a gift..." Yang Shu clasped Qin Chuan's waist tightly with one hand, and pressed him firmly against the tree trunk: "Say, what should you do, en?"

Qin Chuan was a little surprised by the sudden pressure: "Tsk, you... what do you want to do?"

"kiss Me."

"what?"

"Dear, me." Touching Qin Chuan's forehead, Yang Shu repeated word by word again.

Qin Chuan choked for breath, he didn't expect Yang Shu to make such a request.

His cheeks were a little hot, and he turned his head and didn't dare to look at Yang Shu in front of him: "Since this is what I want, I don't want my laptop." Qin Chuan's voice twisted slightly as he squeezed the bag he was carrying angrily.

"No, there is no reason to take back the gift that was sent out."

Qin Chuan bit his lip, feeling his cheeks became hotter. He looked at Yang Shu, stared at Yang Shu for a long time and finally closed his eyes, his thin lips gently pressed against his slightly cold cheeks.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Chuan left quickly.

"Okay, kiss... kissed." Qin Chuan lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the current Yang Shu at all.

"That's it..." Yang Shu's tone was a little disappointed.

Qin Chuan turned his head and muttered in a low voice, "Then what do you want?"

"so."

Warm breath spread on the tip of his nose, Qin Chuan didn't react, his chin was lifted by his big hand.

A slightly warm touch came from the mouth, followed by moist heat attached to the thin lips, and then the tip of someone's tongue pried open Qin Chuan's slightly closed teeth, and got into his mouth, stirring and licking slightly clumsily.

Holding Yang Shu's shoulders with trembling hands, Qin Chuan began to breathe out rapidly, and his heartbeat also accelerated inexplicably.

The itching and irritation he had never felt before made him almost unable to breathe.

The silver thread slipped from the corner of Qin Chuan's lips, and in the dark night, reflecting the light not far away, it fell on the collar of the down coat bit by bit.

"Yang... En, Yang Shu..." Qin Chuan pushed away someone on his body, wiped the wetness from the corner of his mouth, and panted lightly: "Enough, you must have done it on purpose."

Just now, someone actually slid across the roof of his mouth with evil intentions, and the electric current shot out like sparks, and there seemed to be something surging in his blood, which almost shocked him, and the electric current rushed down somewhere , fortunately he pushed someone away in time.

I really didn't expect that Yang Shu would kiss him deeply. Moreover, he was obviously not proficient at the beginning, but after a while, he groped for the door with precision, and even kissed him almost suffocating...

"Chuan Chuan..." The magnetic voice gently rippling in the cold night, as warm as the breath: "I like this gift very much."

"I like your sister, huh!" After finally calming down, Qin Chuan stared at the bright eyes in front of him, pushed away someone who was close to him, and slipped away in a fit of anger.

Under the ginkgo tree, in the ink-stained night, Yang Shu stared at Qin Chuan's fleeing back, and stroked the corner of his lips.

"It seems that Yang Qing's strategy is correct..." Yang Shu muttered, licking his lips slightly, and then lowered his bright eyes: "However, it seems that the research is not enough, so someone..." Yang Shu After a pause, he looked again at the dormitory across the road.

Seeing the gate, Qin Chuan huddled in his down coat, carried a white square bag, and stooped into the door.

The slightly cold north wind howled, and the ginkgo tree trunks above the head were hidden in the taller camphor trees, shaking together and making the sound of salsa.

The temperature is very cold, but someone's black eyes are like spring.Yang Shu smiled slightly, and when Qin Chuan's figure disappeared in the dormitory building, he turned and left, leaving only a faint mist of breath...

In the dormitory, as soon as the door was pushed open, Du Fei's voice came out.

"Third brother, you are back! Your chest is almost sticking to my back..."

Du Fei turned his head, and saw two gleaming sausages, one of which was still fried.

The scent quickly ran into the nasal cavity like long feet. Du Fei rolled his eyes, rubbed his nose, swallowed, and took it immediately.

"En, that's a good time!" Du Fei licked his lips as his bulging cheeks moved up and down, and after taking a big bite again, he said inarticulately, "Xiexie third, you are really a good person."

"Thank you, that's fine. Also, take back your good person card, it's not necessary." Qin Chuan walked towards his seat shyly, facing Du Fei with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Du Fei paused on his cheeks, gulped down what was in his mouth, and then looked at Qin Chuan: "I said, third child, what are you hiding..."

Du Fei stood up and even jumped behind him.

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes, quickly stepped back to the big wardrobe, opened the door with one hand, and stuffed the bag behind him into the closet.

"It's nothing." Qin Chuan leaned against the cabinet door and spread his hands.

"Who are you lying to? I heard a voice just now. What did you say? Which senior sister gave you a gift? Cheng Xue? Wu Yue? Xiao..."

"Okay, okay, don't guess, it's not." Qin Chuan interrupted Du Fei, who was glowing with golden eyes: "Can you stop gossiping like this?"

"Of course not!" Du Fei blinked with a sly smile, looked at Qin Chuan for a while, and stayed on the collar of the down coat for a while.

"Is it raining outside?" Du Fei asked subconsciously.

"Of course not. Why did you ask this suddenly?" Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes, took off his down coat, and put it on the back of the chair.

But although someone's question is a bit strange, fortunately it has nothing to do with it just now.

Du Fei tilted his head and stared at Qin Chuan again for a long time.

Qin Chuan felt a little terrified by him, and after impatiently comparing his fists, Du Fei ran away cowardly.

After that, Qin Chuan climbed onto the bed and got into the warm quilt.

And Du Fei, biting the sausage thoughtfully, glanced at the white clothes on someone's chair again, turned around and turned on the computer with two sausages in his mouth.

In the qq group called 'Gossip goes on and life goes on', a lot of news is beating.

In the news, there was gossip about Cheng Xue being rejected.

It was the revelation from the senior from the department next door.She said that when she passed by the dormitory building of the physics department, she happened to see Cheng Xue giving Qin Chuan apples~ Afterwards, she hid behind the camphor tree next to the dormitory building and kept observing the two of them.

The senior sister spoke vividly, and even the details of the conversation between the two were vividly played out...

Du Fei squinted his eyes, thinking that he really deserves to be a gossip girl, and she is very good at the whole show.

After that, he asked his senior sister, who did Qin Chuan meet again...

But, the senior sister said that she didn't see clearly, but she can be sure that Qin Chuan has a lover!After all, she watched Qin Chuan walk towards the grove across the road, and there seemed to be someone waiting for him.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this is really big news!" Du Fei narrowed his eyes, bit down the sausage again and turned his head to look at someone sleeping in the third berth.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve, this night, time is slowly passing by with the sound of keyboard tapping.