The nemesis in a skirt is suddenly sweet

You Xia's mind suddenly went blank, without any warning, it was blank, nothing could come in, nothing could come out.

Xun Jing hugged him, didn't hear anything for a long time, and panicked.

"Brother Xia?" Lu Jing patted him on the back.

You Xia blinked and stepped back.

Xun Jing looked at him carefully, "You?"

You Xia pointed at her head, "I can't remember why I'm here."

"Huh?" Yu Jing thought that sentence scared him, and licked his lips. After all, it was a relationship of kissing and sex, so those words were inappropriate.

You Xia's face was blank, "What did you just say?"

Yu Jing didn't dare to speak.

No matter how you look at it, it's not like you didn't hear it.

You Xia frowned: "Why didn't you speak? What did you just say?"

Yu Jing looked at him.

You Xia was puzzled: "Can't you say it again?"

Xun Jing: "Okay, if you want to hear it, I can say it a hundred times." Say it a hundred times for you.

"Oh." You Xia shook her head, "No, just say it once."

Huo Jing looked at him.

You Xia turned her head.

Jing Jing: "I said I was in pain." Because it was You Xia who went through those experiences, it was hard for him not to be in pain.

Just for a moment, he suddenly said in his heart, would he be so heartbroken for a friend with benefits?Do you feel sorry for someone who can see but not eat?

Nope.

Then why does it hurt?

Then, he had the answer.

The answer was freshly released, and no one dared to say it.

Then You Xia turned her head away from his straight gaze, and her eye sockets, which had been faintly red from the ward, turned red again.

You Xia frantically waved the brush with his head down, dabbed on his splashed black, and said disgustedly: "You should let me create first, your color is too dark, I can't show it."

"It's okay, I dropped a mound of dirt behind you, you can splash it to your heart's content."

Compared with the bright red paint in the bucket, the pink in the corners of his eyes made him feel more dazzling.

"It makes sense." You Xia threw down the brush, stepped on the grass with the bucket, and went to the back. Without hesitation, the red color of the splashed ink stained the dry yellow soil in an instant. Put on Chiyan Liehong.

You Xia clapped his hands, looked at the two's techniques, and said, "It's not bad for us to learn how to draw. If you consider being an art student, you might be able to go to university."

"It's a good idea." Lu Jing pulled him out of the cemetery, not wanting him to get any breath there, "Then don't waste our talents here."

"Yeah." You Xia clapped his hands happily, and threw the bucket beside the tombstone casually, "But before I leave, I want to anger him again, I think this will definitely make him jump in the grave, I wish I hadn't got rid of me earlier strangle."

Ji Jing: "What?"

You Xia came over and said, "If you haven't practiced for a long time, you may be unfamiliar with your skills. Don't be ashamed."

"What... um..."

Before Xun Jing could ask, You Xia pinched his chin and kissed him, and his lips touched. No matter how bad Xun Jing was, he couldn't be laughed at in terms of back kissing, so he grabbed his waist and kissed him, breath Exchanged, the words were revealed between the intertwined lips and tongues, "How can I be ashamed of this kind of thing."

In order to prove that his skills are not unfamiliar at all, Yu Jing pecked You Xia's mouth swollen, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "I hear you blame me for not being diligent, so I will practice three times a day, morning, noon and evening, before meals, how about it? "

You Xia: "..." There is no need.

"You should eat."

Xun Jing put his arm around his shoulders and walked back, "Can your meal compare to this? What kind of meal did you eat?"

"You just like to drool." You Xia complained.

Xu Jing: "You don't like it?"

"I have something I like better."

Unexpectedly: "What?"

You Xia looked directly below him.

Jing Jing chrysanthemum tightened: "...you are very particular about eating."

"Anyway, I have to eat it sooner or later." You Xia said.

Jing Jing: "Ah... that's right, how to eat it still needs to be discussed..."

"Yeah, who made me like men."

The voices of the two gradually faded away, and You Xia's last words fell on the cemetery, like a knife stuck in the mound, mocking the ridiculous life of the people buried here.

In the weedy pit, red and black intersect, mottled and tragic, like bloodstains, each of which is a painful past, falling on the hymn of death, composing a tragic carnival in the night.

The weasel is waiting for an opportunity, the crow lands on the stele, and the ants have already begun to devour the dirty old pit.

A person who is not forgiven will eventually pay for his sins.

The two had dinner outside, and when they returned to Zhen'an, it was just getting dark.

Halfway through the first period of self-study, when You Xia sat in through the back door, only a few of them were honestly studying by themselves.

Just after the model test, the sickle and the wood also went out to have fun.

Xu Jing waved his hand, stepped into the school gate and walked towards the dormitory.

You Xia didn't stop her, she took out the scroll and checked the exam paper.

After looking around, I guessed that the problem was not serious, so I took out the homework.