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The morning light is like a thin golden silk, softly covering Xiang Chi's side face along the narrow slit of the curtain.

Not only did he pull out the flag that was plugged in last night, but he pulled it out decisively. As soon as the alarm clock rang, he opened his eyes and stared at the light-handed roommate below for a moment.

There seemed to be something very important deep in his mind that made him have to get up this morning, and he got up without complaint, but he just couldn't turn around for a long time.

Last night it was two o'clock in the middle of the night, and I only slept for five hours. My brain was like a ball of overnight paste, hard and dry.

He focused on the mobile phone in the corner of his eye, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration.

Oh yes, hubby.

"Fuck." Xiang Chi cursed with a smile, quickly picked up his phone and turned to last night's chat history, and clicked on the screenshot to read it several times.

The desire to print it out not only did not fade away, but I even wanted to buy a photo frame to frame it.

Tsk, I really can't imagine what it feels like for the little fox to say these two words himself.

In the past few days, Xiang Chi's waking up is not as low as before, but he has never woken up so early. His roommate watched in amazement as he jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Although his eyes were still sleepy, he didn't see a burst of mentality There is even a bit of weird sunshine and happiness.

The roommate who was wearing pants and another shirtless looking for clothes on the other side of the bed sighed: "The power of love is really evil."

The man put on his shirt roughly, and touched his chin coquettishly in the mirror: "It makes me want to talk about a relationship and taste what it's like."

"Be careful, look at our brother Sheng breaking up several times a week, don't be fooled by Mr. Xiang's sweet early days."

Brother Sheng, who was called, leaned on the bed rail and looked at the thin light outside the window in a daze, then looked at the two people below in a daze, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing cue me?"

"Cue you got up for class, come down quickly, Mr. Xiang has to wash up."

The man half propped himself up, his long hair sticking out in all directions, he said in surprise, "What the hell? Mr. Xiang is up? What time is it?"

The people below put on their shoes, pressed the phone on the table, and clicked twice: "22:[-], Mr. Xiang is awesome."

Jiao Xian had to go for a morning run in the morning, and he still had time to take a shower when he returned to his dormitory, which shows how old his schedule is.

He wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom to make room for his roommate. Just as he plugged in the hair dryer, the phone on the table vibrated.

He looked at the word "husband" shining brightly in the middle of the screen, and suddenly felt that even if he didn't lose his phone, he might be discovered sooner or later.

"Hey."

"Ok?"

In the mornings before, he could hear Xiang Chi's voice that was not yet fully awake. It was lazy and soft, not energetic but very attractive. The first few times he even recorded the voice secretly, and chose a flawless name. Put it in the exclusive list of music software.

Today's Xiang Chi is full of energy, and there is still an imperceptible low-pitched tone hidden in his tone. The laziness has faded, but it is still soft.

Jiao Xian smiled, his heart was sweet but a little empty, he whispered: "Hurry up, blow your hair and it will be fine."

"Well, don't worry, blow dry before coming down, I'll wait for you in the second stairwell."

"Ah."

I really want to see you soon, even though he looked through the chat records for 5 minutes in the morning, he still feels that he is not at ease.

It was so sudden, the two of them confirmed their relationship without any warning. It was clear that they couldn't sleep last night because of their ups and downs. Why did they feel so unreal after a whole night.

Xiang Chi hid behind the lotus leaf door, humming random tunes from time to time, waiting for the little fox to throw himself into the trap, and when he heard footsteps outside the door, he even hummed the school song.

Jiao Xian pushed open the door, and brought in his smell along with the draft. The space in the second stairwell was narrow, but it spread to the tip of Xiang Chi's nose in a second. Tiredness at the bottom of the head.

He didn't wait for Jiaoxian to look around a few times before pulling him into his arms, wrapping one hand around his waist and sending it in front of him, biting his moist lips familiarly.

Cool good morning kiss, cool.

Jiao Xian propped up the wall with one hand to stabilize his figure, wrapped Xiang Chi, who was leaning casually, in his arms, and condescendingly traced his smiling eyebrows with his naked eyes.

"Bidong, little fox?"

Jiao Xian licked his lips, slightly bent the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and kissed a few times, and licked the broken skin on his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

It's true, they are true.

They hugged and kissed again and again, no one was willing to separate, until the sound of the door opening and closing came from the downstairs floor, they could barely restrain themselves, and went downstairs slowly.

Today's wind is relatively normal, compared with yesterday it can be regarded as a gentle.

It is normal for contemporary college students to get up and eat at a certain time, and the cafeteria is still very quiet at the moment.

"Don't you have a few classes today?" Xiang Chi sat next to Jiao Xian with a plate, took the chopsticks from him and continued to recall: "I remember you only have two classes in the afternoon, and you will go to the library later?"

Jiao Xian tilted his head to look at Xiang Chi, and nodded in surprise: "How do you know?"

Xiang Chi unpacked the straw and replied very solemnly: "Observe, as long as you observe carefully, I can find out if you drink two bottles of iced mineral water a day."

With force on his wrist, he easily inserted the straw into the mouth of the cup, and took the scorched porridge to help him insert it.

"Obviously a healthy person, why do you like to drink ice water?"

Jiao Xian took the cup, his chest was filled with thick honey, and he said with a smile, "Why don't you drink wolfberry jujube tea?"

"Tsk, are you mocking me?" Xiang Chi took out the thermos cup on the side of the backpack and opened the lid. The hot air rose up, and the sweet aroma of jujube lingered over.

Jiao Xian watched him pour a cup and put it in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble with laughter.

The only tearing point in Xiang Chi's overbearing aura may be the mysterious jujube tea in his cup. Every time I watch him drink Jiao Xian in the laboratory, I find it magical and funny.

"I can't help it. The whole family has to drink the tea bags made by my mother herself." He also smiled and unwrapped the pie, looked at the little fox who was still laughing non-stop, and leaned closer and said: "I still have two boxes. I'll get you another box when I go back. Since you call me husband, it's a family anyway. You have to share the tasks with me."

The laughter stopped abruptly, Jiao Xian cleared his throat, looked away unnaturally, looked deeply into the distance and drank the porridge, and quibbled in a low voice: "I never called."

Xiang Chi swallowed a mouthful of thin-skinned meatloaf, propped his head on one hand and sighed artificially: "Yes, we are together..." He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and said rigorously: " It's been twelve hours, so you just write it in the notes."

Jiao Xian tilted his head and looked out of the window, leaving Xiang Chi with a bright red ear, silently biting the bun and ignoring him.

"It's also a note, why is my husband's treatment so much different from that of a little fox?" Xiang Chi still ate his pie with his head propped up, and still took time to tease: "What's wrong with this word? What a good word!" , old, male." He smacked his mouth, and said in a puzzled way: "It doesn't burn your mouth."

Jiao Xian picked up a small and exquisite custard bag and stuffed it ruthlessly into his mouth, saying dryly: "Hurry up, I'll be late for class later."

"Are you so willing to separate from your husband? There's still half an hour left. My husband has long legs, so there's still time."

Xiang Chi had no burden in his heart, and he yelled smoothly and naturally, every time he said it, a crystal bubble of sugar popped on the tip of Jiao Xian's heart, and he never tired of it, the more he talked, the more addicted he became.

"You, eat well and don't make trouble." Jiao Xian smiled and drank the last mouthful of porridge, feeling itchy in his heart.

"I'm not making trouble, I just want to hear from your mouth what these two words really mean." After all, Jiao Xian was a sunny and handsome vixen in his heart, and he couldn't think of the vixen behind his back. The silent fox would have fixed him in this position.

Xiang Chi saw that he quickly emptied a cup of porridge, but there was only half a steamed stuffed bun in his hand, so he thoughtfully brought his own tea forward: "Eat dry steamed stuffed buns and be careful not to choke, come, drink some jujube tea to moisten your blood and replenish your blood by the way." .”

Jiao Xian raised his left hand to cover his mouth and laughed so hard that he didn't even bother to chew, his slightly trembling shoulders pressed against Xiang Chi's arm and his sleeves rustled softly.

Xiang Chi pinched the back of his neck and said viciously, "You don't need to laugh, I'll bring it to you tonight. Do you have a thermos? If you don't have a husband, I'll give you another one."

"It's not over, is it? So funny?"

"Laugh and kiss you again."

"I think you are looking for a relative on purpose."

After eating a long and sticky breakfast, seeing that there were still 8 minutes to go to class, the long-legged classmate Xiang had to separate from her little boyfriend, nestled into the side of his neck, sniffed and kissed for a long time before rushing to the classroom unwillingly, and walked out for ten minutes. Before he could look back, Jiao Xian smiled helplessly and waved his hands: "See you at noon."

Xiang Chi faced the light, his brows were frowned by the glare of the sun, his delicate brow bones were hidden in the translucent brilliance, the golden light was shining, but his mouth was tight: "You just stand here and don't move, I... ..”

"Goodbye." Jiao Xian turned ruthlessly with his bag on his side, leaving a flashing smile on his "father" who bought oranges.

He entered the study room of the library and found a place to sit down.The new round of candidates for postgraduate entrance examinations have already begun to have their own fixed seats. There are various books piled up on the temporary bookshelves, and orange political exercises occupy half of the country.

Jiao Xian is a boss who is bound to get a place in the graduate school. He came to the library to learn some experimental knowledge and the content of the final exam. In the first semester of his junior year, there are so many professional courses. The school of pharmacy is like this, not to mention the textbooks. Equal clinical.It's no wonder that Xiang Chi has to study every night in the middle of the night.

He opened his schoolbag and took out the book, scratched the unfamiliar yet familiar water glass with his arm, smiled and took it out and placed it not far in front of the book.

The man insisted that he didn't want him to drink ice water, and forced him to stuff him with health-preserving tea. It is estimated that the box of brand new blood-enriching tea bags at night would not be able to escape.

Jiao Xian opened the lid of the cup to let the heat air out, and the sweet smell of red dates quickly permeated the entire table.

Just now he was laughing vigorously, but now he was thinking about the position of his old thermos very honestly in his mind.

On the other side, Xiang Chi was probably in such a good mood that even the professor could see that he was frequently asked to answer questions.

The professor on the stage had also taken him to do experiments before, so he still had a certain understanding of this handsome guy, but the handsome guy in this class was a little unfamiliar. The old professor was curious and couldn't help picking him up to see what was new.

Sitting down for the third time, Brother Sheng beside Xiang Chi couldn't help but persuade in a low voice: "Brother, restrain yourself, it's cool to have a partner, but you don't have to be so happy."

"So obvious?" He didn't think about Jiao Xian very often this class, so there shouldn't be anything unusual.

"You still ask? Take a picture yourself and look at your mouth." Another roommate handed over a mobile phone, and on the dark and reflective screen, Xiang Chi's full lips always maintained a subtle curve, as if he had honey in his heart. It's like sweetness on the lips.

His smile was so bright and bright, it's no wonder the professor has been chasing him to roll his name.

With a low cough, he lowered his sitting posture, forced a flat smile, and abruptly regained some of his old demeanor.

Brother Sheng, who had been through the wind and rain, sighed and shook his head, and wrote down a line of notes.

After class, everyone moved to the next classroom. On the way, brother Sheng held Xiang Chi's shoulder and said earnestly: "Mr. Xiang, don't get too deep in the early stage. The sweeter the candy you used to eat, the more it will highlight the knife you will swallow later. How painful."

Xiang Chi resolutely denied: "Impossible."

Brother Sheng understood: "Look, you definitely don't believe it now, but look at me, buddy, there will be no time to stop one day."

The normal Xiang Chi is as handsome as Jin Lengao, but the recent Xiang Chi may not be too normal, it is related to the future of him and the little fox, and the clear logic forces him to refute a few words: "First of all, there are differences among individuals. Every relationship is different, so the so-called talk of experience is specific, and at most it is for reference only.”

The elevator door opened slowly, and the students and teachers inside left in a hurry. Xiang Chi threw his hand away and said, "Secondly, your quarrel cannot be caused by just one person. You should concentrate and reflect on it."

After finishing speaking, he stepped neatly into the elevator.

In the morning, the roommate, who was distracted, abducted the person next to him and said, "Listen, listen, it seems that it's time for me to find a girlfriend."

The man was not polite, and replied ruthlessly: "Wake up, people like Mr. Xiang only left the order when he was a senior. Do you think that you can buy groceries if you want?"

Brother Sheng followed the elevator in a daze, and clicked twice: "Old Xiang, you have this logic, why didn't you participate in the debate competition, otherwise our clinical practice would not be so disrespectful."

"Did he say so much back then?"

"Yes, the power of love, it is nostalgic."

Xiang Chi's phone vibrated a few times, and his father posted a picture in the family group.

Old man: Someone sent some drama tickets, baby, do you want to watch it?

The word "drama" caught the attention of those who are out of singles. He clicked on the picture and looked at it. The time was this Saturday, the beginning of the final month, and it happened that he didn't have to go to the laboratory. What a perfect dating project.

Xiang Chi: How many tickets?Is there any extra?

Ms. Shen, Pioneer of the Times: Yo, son, something is wrong, isn't it?

Old Man: What's the situation?Don't mess with the little boy.

Xiang Chi: ...?Have I not been home for too long?

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