I'll kiss you again

Feng Jingjing frowned, and then said: "Don't talk about this, let's go upstairs."

Zhou Zhe quickly replied: "Oh, good."

She followed Feng Jingjing upstairs silently, feeling agitated.

Until entering Feng Jingjing's room, everything was calm and peaceful.

She began to feel that she seemed to be thinking too much, Feng Jingjing's smile, maybe it was really a smile.

It's all because she has ghosts in her heart, so she feels that something is wrong when she sees everyone.

"Put things in there." Feng Jingjing led her into the study, and asked considerately, "Do you want to continue to rest for a while, or start directly?"

After the twists and turns came in, there was a novel and exciting feeling.This is the space Feng Jingjing has lived in for many years, there are traces of Feng Jingjing everywhere, even the breath is Feng Jingjing's smell.

The bedroom was inside, Zhou Zhe wanted to see it but didn't dare to look around, for fear of being abrupt, so he could only look at the study intentionally or unintentionally.

There are various books on the bookshelf against the wall, the table is neat and clean, the curtains are fresh light blue, the wind blows in from the window, and the corner of the curtains is gently raised.

Feng Jingjing opened the curtains a little, turned around to look at Zhou Zhe's reaction for a while, and said, "Or, you can also familiarize yourself with the environment first, and then we can start learning."

Zhou Zhe felt a little embarrassed, so he pursed his lips and smiled.

Feng Jingjing continued to turn around and search for something on the bookshelf. Zhou Zhe was sizing up the environment at first. Looking at it, his eyes all fell on Feng Jingjing's slender figure exuding a youthful and charming atmosphere.

This person has an incomparable attraction to her.It has always been like this.

As soon as Feng Jingjing turned around, he met her eyes and asked a little strangely: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhe dodged his eyes, looked at the stack of bound papers in her hand, and abruptly changed the subject: "What are you holding?"

Feng Jingjing stopped asking, and replied: "Every Chinese test paper since the first year of high school, if you want to improve your score, it is more targeted and efficient to analyze the test paper directly."

She put the test paper on the desk, looked back, Zhou Zhe was still facing her sideways, standing by the bookshelf in a daze.

"Do you have any thoughts about my bookshelf? I've been distracted since I came in."

Feng Jingjing teased, hugged her waist from behind, and brought her back to the desk with very natural movements, and then pushed her to sit on the chair.

After Zhou Zhe sat down, he rubbed his hair embarrassingly, lowered his head and laughed silently.

Feng Jingjing was about to sit down, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of her sniggering, bent down with interest, tilted his head, and looked closely at her face.

She raised her hand to pinch Zhou Zhe's white and tender cheeks, and asked dumbfoundedly, "What's so funny?"

Zhou Zhe rubbed the place that she had pinched, and said mysteriously: "I'm very happy." After so many visits to Feng's house, this was the first time entering Feng Jingjing's room, as if spying on the long-awaited, only A baby that exists in fantasy.

Feng Jingjing also smiled, took a deep breath, came to the chair beside her and sat down, with a serious expression: "If you are happy, let's start today's study."

Zhou Zhe straightened his back and leaned over to watch Feng Jingjing's movements of flipping through the test papers. He saw Feng Jingjing's fair and slender fingers in his eyes, and smelled Feng Jingjing's breath in his nose. He was very energetic and felt that he could stay here and study hard forever.

The two were located very close to each other, and Feng Jingjing's every shallow breath could be heard in her ears without any leakage.

She regarded every meaningful or nonsensical tone Feng Jingjing uttered as a sound of nature, which was deeply imprinted in her mind.

I don't know how long I have enjoyed such a wonderful time, but there is a knock on the door outside.

The twists and turns of the sound of nature was interrupted by the loud knock on the door, and I couldn't help frowning.

Feng Nannan shouted outside the door: "Trouble! Jingjing! Can I come in?"

Zhou Zhe answered "No" silently in his heart, and Feng Jingjing got up to open the door.

Feng Nannan swaggered when he came in, and looked at Zhou Zhe with a meaningful expression: "How is it, my friend, are you satisfied with our Jingjing's tutoring?"

Zhou Zhe quickly gouged her out and said honestly, "Of course I'm satisfied. You can't trust me, can you still trust your sister's level?"

Fortunately, Feng Nannan didn't intend to be entangled in this matter. He put something in his arms in front of Zhou Zhe, and said, "Sister, please, it seems to be stuck. Help me fix it."

Feng Jingjing said: "Put it on the table by the window, it's under pressure."

Feng Nannan obediently carried the machine to the round table by the window and put it away, beckoning Zhou Zhe: "Come here."

The moment Zhou Zhe stood up, his eyes seemed to be dazed, and he saw Feng Jingjing frowning in displeasure.

Taking a closer look, the other party's frown disappeared again, and there was no expression on his face at all.

"Look at me, what my sister is doing."

Feng Nannan leaned half of his body on the bay window, and hurriedly urged.

Zhou Zhe let out an "oh", walked to her side, looked at the machine on the table, and asked strangely, "Why do you have a radio from the 60s?"

Feng Nannan sat on the bay window, shaking his head triumphantly, "This is a multifunctional radio that can play tapes."

"You still have such retro hobbies, how elegant." Zhou Zhe said while studying the old-fashioned radio.

This thing was her favorite thing to mess with when she was a child. She lived with her grandma and grandparents in that quiet old city in the south. The time seems to be in the last century. They are all antiques.

Zhou Zhe has been an expert at house demolition since he was a child, and he has been destroying a lot, destroying and destroying, so he is familiar with these old objects. Feng Nannan just likes to go to the second-hand market to find old things. Everything was stuffed into her, treating her like a repairman.

It's the same this time.

"The tape was also picked up from the second-hand market. I don't know if it was jammed or broken. I put it halfway and made no sound."

Feng Nannan stood up, yawned big at the setting sun outside the window, and patted her on the shoulder, "You fix it first, I'll go to sleep."

Then he turned and left.

Zhou Zhe lowered his head and focused on the old-fashioned radio left by Feng Nannan, his fingers deftly disassembled the parts.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed a layer of golden soft light on her milky white face, elongating her figure, almost filling the whole room.

The breeze blew the hair messy, and Zhou Zhe had to stop occasionally to pin the messy hair behind his ears.

Another gust of wind blows in.

Suddenly, a hand gently brushed her cheek, and the fingers lifted the hair by her ear.

Zhou Zhe was stunned, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Jingjing, bathed in the sunset glow, standing beside her, helping her to arrange her hair.

For a moment, every inch of blood in his body gradually boiled and burned. He pretended to be calm and said, "Thank you."

She couldn't see the expression on Feng Jingjing's face, but heard him say calmly in her ear: "Let me help you tie up your hair."

Zhou Zhe squeezed out a tone from his throat: "En."

Feng Jingjing's fingers ran through her hair softly and dexterously, and said with a smile, "I've never tied someone else's hair, so please remind me if it hurts you."

Zhou Zhe's ears felt hot, and he let out a muffled "hmm".

Time seems like seconds like years.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jingjing asked her, "Why is your face so red?"

Zhou Zhe told a lie that seemed to be well-founded: "The sun is red."