I'll kiss you again

Feng Jingjing helped her tie her hair into a very casual ponytail. Whether it was intentional or not, she lightly rubbed her fingers against her cheek and said, "Then I'll close the curtains and turn on the lights."

Zhou Zhe didn't express his opinion, and looked like he was still concentrating on repairing things.

Feng Jingjing's hand slid across her shoulder in a nonchalant way, then left, walked to the window, and closed the curtain with a "crash".

The light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Zhou Zhe didn't know whether he was startled by the sound of pulling the curtains, or by the sound of his own heartbeat, so he pushed hard on the mottled button of the radio.

Then, the lingering and melodious music gurgled from the speakers, filling the entire room.

Feng Jingjing stopped beside her, and was not in a hurry to turn on the light.

The dim light softened her outline, and her gaze became ambiguous.

Zhou Zhe smiled and said, "It's a waltz."

Feng Jingjing asked: "Can you dance?"

Zhou Zhe rolled his eyes and shook his head: "No. Can you teach me?"

After a moment of silence, Feng Jingjing approached, put his arms around her waist without saying hello.

In the beautiful and soft melody, the two people are close to each other.

Zhou Zhe saw the smile in Feng Jingjing's eyes clearly in the dim light, his heart moved, and he said, "You are so pretty."

Under her gaze, Feng Jingjing slowly clung to her ear, and asked softly: "Then do you like it?"

Zhou Zhe only heard his heart beating like thunder.

Feng Jingjing stood up straight again, met her eyes, and said casually: "Come on, I will teach you how to dance."

Zhou Zhe: "Yeah." I feel a little regretful that I didn't answer the other party's question immediately.

Feng Jingjing's hand rested on her waist, and there was a fiery temperature. Every time he moved half a minute, the tension became more tense, and the movements became more rigid, clumsy and funny.

Feng Jingjing took her hand to a more open position, suddenly exerted force on his hand, pulled her closer, and said in a reproachful tone: "You should concentrate more."

Zhou Zhe was in a hurry, and quickly explained in his mouth: "I am very attentive, but... hey!"

Feng Jingjing stretched out one foot and tripped her on the sofa behind her, and was immediately grabbed by her clothes and pressed on Zhou Zhe.

The two bodies overlapped each other, more intimate than when they hugged the waist just now, Feng Jingjing's whole body covered Zhou Zhe's body.

The melody in the room is still going on, worn out by the years, leaving irreversible traces on both the speaker and the tape, and the melody freezes occasionally, as if the twists and turns have now stuck in the thinking.

Feng Jingjing asked in the blurred light and shadow: "Zhou Zhe, have you ever heard of a genre of writers called experiential writers?"

Zhou Zhe was startled: "Ah?" Why did you mention this all of a sudden?

Feng Jingjing said as if thinking of himself: "This kind of person will enrich his own feelings through personal experience when creating, and inject soul into the words in his pen. For an extreme example, if someone wants to write about murder, maybe he will really commit a crime."

She approached Zhou Zhe, clearly seeing that as she approached, Zhou Zhe's thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly,

Zhou Zhe: "You, you don't want to murder me, do you?"

Feng Jingjing moved away from her, but didn't get up from her body. He put his hands on her wrists and supported her on both sides, laughing: "Of course not, I'm just giving an example."

"So what do you want to tell me?"

Regarding the current posture of the two, Zhou Zhe was a little nervous, but also a little excited, looking at Feng Jingjing's face with bright eyes.

Feng Jingjing asked: "So when you overwhelmed Nannan just now, what were you thinking, and did you have any special feelings?"

"I……"

"Remember it, and then tell me."

Zhou Zhe swallowed subconsciously, "No, I don't need it."

"Need." Feng Jingjing said with determination that could not be rejected, "Didn't you always fail to get a passing grade for your composition? I'm helping you."

Zhou Zhe: "Is this related?"

"Yes." Feng Jingjing gradually moved closer to her face, and said in a low voice, "I said it was related, and it was related. Didn't you say you want me to teach you?"

Zhou Zhe moved his body slightly under her, and asked her back with a smile: "What about you, when you are pressing on me now, what are you thinking, do you have any special feelings?"

"It feels pretty good. It's a good experience, and maybe I can use it in writing classes." Feng Jingjing also opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

When Zhou Zhe breathed a sigh of relief thinking that the topic had been successfully transferred, she became serious again: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Twists and turns have already given up treatment, and concentrated on enjoying the wonderful feeling of being in close contact with the goddess. After thinking about it, he unconsciously began to smile: "Well, you shouldn't encounter such strange composition questions in the exam, right?" Overwhelming good friend What kind of experience' or something."

Feng Jingjing frowned, got up from her body, left the sofa and stood back on the ground, "If you don't want to say it, forget it, let's continue to analyze what happened just now..."

"I'm not unwilling to say it," Zhou Zhe hurriedly got up from the sofa, and hurriedly reached out to stop her from leaving, "I just really don't know what to say, I don't think there is anything worth mentioning. "

Seeing the subtle expression changes on her face, although Zhou Zhe couldn't confirm it, he was still vaguely worried that she would be angry because of his lack of cooperation.

"Don't be angry, please. I really didn't have a bad attitude on purpose."

Feng Jingjing was about to be hugged directly by her, so she was not in a hurry to appease her anxious mood, and let her hug him tighter and tighter with evil intentions.

The door of the study was suddenly opened at this moment.

The two hugging inside and Feng Nannan at the door were all stunned.

A few seconds later, Feng Nannan suddenly came to his senses, whistled, and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Zhe: "You two are okay, you are hugging and hugging in the room in broad daylight with the curtains drawn, Zhou Zhe didn't treat my sister, did you? "

Zhou Zhe thought that now Feng Nannan firmly believed that she had thoughts about her sister, which was embarrassing.

She cleared her throat and pretended to be relaxed and said, "No."

Feng Jingjing tidied up Zhou Zhe's messed up clothes in front of Feng Nannan calmly, and explained: "I taught Xiao Zhe to waltz and accidentally fell down."

Feng Nannan dragged his voice: "Oh—so Zhou Zhe hugged you in time, right?"

Feng Jingjing: "Yes."

Twists and turns: "..."

Feng Nannan didn't show too much interest in this little episode. After turning on the light, he ran to his old antique radio and poked his head to look at it: "It's fixed so quickly? Sister, you can do it."

The melody played inside has changed from the waltz just now to another cheerful and lively tune. Feng Nannan snapped his fingers in shock, and then walked away without looking back with his old antiques and toolbox in his arms. You can go back to sleep."

Zhou Zhe and Feng Jingjing were left looking at each other in the study, an awkward atmosphere lingered around each other.

Zhou Zhe glanced at the time and said evasively: "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

Feng Jingjing stared at the back of her packing her things, thinking about Feng Nannan's performance just now.

She sent Zhou Zhe downstairs, and when she reached the door, she jokingly asked, "Do you still dare to come tomorrow?"

Zhou Zhe pretended to think for a while, then nodded: "I still dare."

Being pushed down by the goddess, such a happy experience, she not only dared to do it, but also dared to repeat it countless times, hehe.