I fucked a natural dumb student

165.

Holding the cardboard box, Su Xinglan ran as fast as a hot wheel, afraid that someone would come out of nowhere and stop him and ask him what was in the cardboard box.

Just now, the senior almost touched the cardboard box several times, Su Xinglan was nervous and her heart beat faster, her back was covered with sweat from her palms to her palms.

Fortunately, it was a senior who met her. If she was a senior in the laboratory, she might even enthusiastically help him carry the boxes. Su Xinglan felt guilty just thinking about it.

Su Xinglan was walking wildly with her head buried, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone, running all the way back to the dormitory, Su Xinglan didn't meet any acquaintances again.

He put the box on his desk, looked at the tight outer packaging and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally his curiosity defeated his shame.

Su Xinglan took a few deep breaths, clenched his fists to cheer himself up, and after a while, he opened the drawer and took out a pair of scissors, and gently cut the yellow tape on the top of the cardboard box.

I'm about to start studying.Su Xinglan said to herself in her heart, I am going to start learning new knowledge.

In fact, Su Xinglan didn't remember what he bought at all. When he bought things, he relied on the recommended collocations. All the collocations were added to the shopping cart, and he didn't dare to look carefully until the end.

So when he took out a long, black and shiny leather whip from the box, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Su Xinglan took a look at the leather whip in his hand. The whip was made up of several strands of thin whips, with thinner tassels hanging from the bottom, and thin whips combined into one strand at the top, which was tied into a shape that is easy to hold with a leather cord. .

What's this?Riding whip?I don't have a horse?

With a question mark on Su Xinglan's face, he took the rope and hit his thigh. A few strands of the thin whip crackled and hit the jeans. Su Xinglan's skin tightened and he felt a little pain.

It turns out that this is the feeling of a horse being drawn.Su Xinglan couldn't help but put herself in the role of the horse, and quietly pitied the horse who was whipped every day.

He put the whip aside, then rummaged blindly in the box again, and took out a pink leather clapper in the shape of a cat's claw.

There were more question marks on Su Xinglan's head. He took the clap in his hand and waved it casually in the air. The clap pierced the air and made a clear and pleasant swish sound. He didn't dare to touch himself now. hello.

He pinched the cat's claw at the bottom of the racket, which was half hard but not soft. He thought to himself: This recommended combination is deceiving. Why did it match me with a horsewhip and a mosquito swatter? It's not electric.

Su Xinglan held the cat's claw in his hand in disgust and compared it, it's so small, it's hard to kill mosquitoes, right?

He took out leather ropes, candles, blindfolds, handcuffs, and a bunch of things with iron rings and buttons that Su Xinglan couldn't understand from the box. The recommended collocation cheated money.

But I bought everything, and people recommend matching, not forced to buy and sell, all added to the shopping cart by himself, so it is not easy to scold the merchant for deceiving people.

Su Xinglan suddenly lost the curiosity to continue searching and exploring.

It was in vain that he had been frightened for so long before, he was so ashamed, and felt that he was going to break away from innocence, but all he bought back were these messy things.

Su Xinglan was speechless, deeply aware that he was still a pure virgin, thinking that it would be okay even if Xia Anze found out about this kind of thing, so he hastily closed the box and stuffed it under the bed.

166.

Lao Zhou is a very ruthless person, and his ruthlessness is especially manifested in his integrity.

Xia Anze and Ye Qi were serious about painting and returning to serious painting. They still stopped a few times to eat and chat for farts. Although the mobile phone was confiscated by Lao Zhou, there is still a way to fish if you want to fish. Both of them talk too much. Yes, we chatted endlessly, and the more we chatted, the more excited we became, and several pencils were broken.

The two were a little nervous at first, but they relaxed as time went by.

They thought that Lao Zhou would always let them go back at twelve o'clock, and it would be a good idea to put on extra pounds when they left. They ended up squatting in the studio until one o'clock in the morning. Waiting at the door of the studio.

It was Ye Qi who pushed the door and wanted to run away, Lao Zhou raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Qi coolly, Ye Qi immediately stood up straight with trembling thighs.

Lao Zhou asked him, "Did you finish the painting?"

"I...I..." Ye Qi stammered, "Boss, I'm out to go to the bathroom, I'm in a hurry."

Old Zhou looked at his watch, "Go ahead, is 10 minutes enough?"

"Enough is enough!" Ye Qi saluted, "I promise to come back in 2 minutes!"

Lao Zhou snorted lightly, and Ye Qi ran away in a frenzy, and ran back 2 minutes later, closed the door of the studio with a "slap", rushed in and hugged Xia Anze tightly, and the two hid in the corner crying bitterly, without even making a sound. Dare to be big, whining pressed against the throat.

"It's over, it's over, Lao Zhou is serious this time!" Ye Qi cried loudly: "Zeze, you don't know, Lao Zhou's chair was dragged from the office. open!"

"Ye Ye!" This time, Xia Anze and Ye Qi finally had the idea of ​​being brothers and sisters in distress, and cried while holding Ye Qi's head. After crying for two seconds, he suddenly realized that he pushed Ye Qi away: "It's all to blame." You bastard, you insist on eating crayfish in the studio!"

Ye Qi's tears were withdrawn in a second, and he retorted loudly: "Didn't you eat with gusto!"

The two fought again.

Lao Zhou knocked on the door twice, and a cool voice came through the door: "Keep hitting, preferably until tomorrow night."

Xia Anze and Ye Qi: "..." It's cold.

By the time the two of them finished painting, it was almost four o'clock in the morning.

The two supported each other and walked back to the dormitory. In the morning sun, they were like two elderly people who were late.

Xia Anze painted so that his mind went blank. He gently pushed open the dormitory door and saw that it was quiet in the dormitory. The curtains that would always be drawn when sleeping were open. The sunlight outside the window was weak, but it could clearly illuminate the dormitory. clearly.

Su Xinglan's bed was empty and the bedding was neat. The owner didn't know where he went.

Xia Anze was already very tired, but now he felt even more uncomfortable, as if his heart had been hollowed out.

He couldn't think too much for a while, and fell straight on his bed, only to find that his face was pressed with a piece of paper.

Xia Anze: "?"

He turned sideways and pulled out the piece of paper. On it was Su Xinglan's neat and beautiful handwriting: Senior, your phone can't be reached. I'm out to sea, come back in the afternoon.

When Xia Anze saw clearly the meaning expressed in the note, his whole body relaxed. Only then did he realize that his whole body was tense up just now.

After knowing that Su Xinglan would come back, he felt sleepy again. Xia Anze forced himself to take a shower, fell back on the bed and turned on his cell phone. The message Su Xinglan sent him quickly jumped in.

Xia Anze looked at it in a daze, probably asking him where he had been and when he would be back, but the messages were sent a bit frequently, and there seemed to be too many messages.

Xia Anze couldn't help smiling, and half-closed his eyes to reply to the message: I was dragged away to paint, just returned to the dormitory, see you in the afternoon.

He was so sleepy that he couldn't bear it any longer. As soon as he sent the text message, he let go of his hands and tilted his head, and soon fell asleep.