his little candy

"Student Han Che, am I heavy?"

"not heavy."

"Student Han Che, why are you being so nice to me?"

"you guess."

"Well, I see, because we are classmates."

"The little rabbit is a childish ghost."

"Guoguo is not a bunny paper."

His face rubbed against the boy's generous back, his eyes were dimmed, and his fingers were grabbing the boy's ear pinnae.

"Hey, student Han Che, there are two whirlpools on the back of his head."

"Hmph, what's the matter?"

"People with whirlpools are smart."

"fallacy."

"Hmph, aren't you smart?"

"That's how stupid the little rabbit is."

"Little rabbit is not stupid." Song Guo turned her face and said in a delicate and soft voice: "Student Han Che is a childish ghost."

Song Guo's limp fingers grabbed Han Che's ears without exerting any strength, but Han Che's heart was inexplicably soft, and he snorted softly.

"Did you owe repairs?"

Song Guo pouted, "I don't want to owe repairs."

A trace of cunning flashed across the clear eyes. He rolled up his sleeves, pulled up the back collar of Han Che's tracksuit, and stretched it towards the clothes. The soft and boneless flesh ran down the clear-cut back, as if a string of flames had been ignited. Flames, numbness spread from deep in the bone marrow of the back.

Han Che was climbing up the mountain with the little rabbit on his back. His back felt numb, and he almost shuddered. He dragged the meat pier up with his palm, and pressed the soft meat pier, "The little rabbit is not good."

Han Che's voice was low and forbearing.

Song Guo didn't repent at all, and still acted like a prank, setting fire to Han Che with her palm, and said angrily, "Hoho, who told Han Che to play with Guoguo just now?"

The little hands rubbed down further and further. Song Guo's arms were originally thin. Han Che wore a short sleeve with a wide neckline under his sportswear jacket. Han Che didn't tie the elastic rope, and the little rabbit got his way.

However, Song Guo didn't want to do anything, and he didn't expect that his arm was too thin, so he touched it directly.

Song Guo quickly stretched out, hugged Han Che's neck tightly, closed his eyes, and obediently admitted his mistake: "I made a mistake, uh, I won't touch it anymore."

"Hmph, stop touching?" Han Che turned Song Guo around with his backhand and hugged him in his arms. Song Guo hurriedly hugged Han Che's neck without falling off.

Han Che stopped from the side of the road, walked into the grass, and sat down on a stone pier.

Song Guo pushed Han Che and was about to run away, but was caught off guard by the young man's hand and fell into the young man's arms.

"Well"

Song Guo fell into the boy's arms, and was imprisoned around the waist. A force was exerted on his waist, forcing him to sit down, just sitting on the boy's lap.

Song Guo wanted to get up, but the young man's hand pressed his waist, unable to move.

"No, let go."

Han Che buried his head on Song Guo's shoulder, rubbing against the delicate skin of his neck, like a giant dog, rubbing against him stickyly, a slightly childish yet mature voice sounded in his cochlea, "Stop touching?"

Song Guo pursed her lips and remained silent.

In the next second, the boy leaned close to his earlobe, continuously exhaled hot air towards the delicate earlobe, and hummed aggrievedly: "You touched me, I was at a disadvantage."

Song Guo struggled slightly, for some reason, when the boy's breath approached his earlobe, something strange crossed his mind, "Well, don't..."

"Don't what?"

"Don't...don't breathe."

Han Che laughed out loud, raised his head, looked at the little rabbit in his arms, and pinched his smooth and delicate chin with his fingers, "Don't breathe, you let me vent my anger like this?"

Han Che kept his mouth shut, his cheeks puffed up, like a magnified version of a hamster, which made Song Guo chuckle.

Han Che pinched the slippery skin under his fingertips and dawdled back and forth, "Song Guoguo, tell me, what should I do? I can't afford it."

Song Guo's eyes were confused, and her pink lips were like new-born flower stamens, delicate and beautiful.

He bit his lip, looked at Han Che, and said aggrieved and angry: "Then what do you want to do?"

Song Guo looked at Han Che who was bigger, taller and stronger than him, and could do hundreds of pull-ups with his back.

This man is simply as powerful as an ox.

Song Guo looked at her small body again, and her force value was simply unbearable.

Aggrieved, he could only fantasize in his heart, flicking the small leather whip, making Han Che kneel on the ground, cocking his buttocks and singing conquest.

Han Che stared deeply at the person in his arms, and his usually clear voice was hoarse and thick as he said, "I want to touch it back."

The sunlight cast a dizzying halo on the young man's face, Song Guo squinted slightly, only looking at the beautiful curve of the young man's jaw and the corners of his lips as thin as a knife, and let out a groan in a daze .

"Then you... take it easy."

Song Guo looked at Han Che nervously, and thoughts flashed through his mind.

He thought that Han Che was going to use big moves to tickle him, or grab his tender skin fiercely, but there was none of these.

Song Guo's coat was unbuttoned, revealing the white short sleeves inside, with a large neckline, and a piece of fair skin on the chest can be seen.

The young man put his hand up along the delicate skin. At first, he didn't feel anything, until the cold fingers brushed across the tailbone, as if electrified, Song Guo gave a soft "um", and his body didn't move. Shaking on the spot.

The boy's hand seemed to have found a way to vent, he kept rubbing the tailbone, and a stream of numbness flooded his back. Song Guo bit his lip, trying to restrain his emotions, but the boy seemed to be playing tricks on him In general, continue to torture that place.

"No, don't touch it."

Song Guo couldn't bear it anymore, curled up slightly, and suddenly pressed Han Che's wrist, her eyelashes, which were wet with rain and dew, trembled slightly, full of prayers.

The young man snorted, looked down at the little rabbit in his arms with a flushed face, and licked his molars.

Suddenly, the boy's gaze paused, and he moved from the delicate little face to the messy short-sleeved body, the slightly messy neckline, slanted and rubbed down, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin, with a touch of pink in the snow-white, light Pale, very beautiful color.

Han Che's throat rolled, and he suddenly looked away.

Restraintly turned up Song Guo's short sleeves, picked her up, and held her in her arms.

He buried his head on the little rabbit's thin shoulders, his mind was buzzing, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

That light red.

Why is it so like Wangzai's little steamed bun?

Could it be that the little rabbit likes to drink Wangzai milk?

Song Guo didn't know what was going on in someone's mind at this time, and she didn't know that she was being watched.

a long time.

Han Che finally calmed down.

The two climbed up the mountain.

Song Guo was led away by Han Che, walked over the stone ridge, and said thoughtfully: "The feeling just now is so strange."

Han Che pursed his lips, "Why is it so strange?"

Song Guo glared at Han Che angrily, "I don't know, anyway, I won't touch you."

The little Han Che with the devil's horns snorted and smiled evilly: Little Rabbit Paper, that's up to you.

mountain top.

Jiang Qiuchi and Yu Chenzhou got impatient for a long time and started to team up to eat chicken.

Then, Gu Zheng and Jiang Tu also arrived, but they were covered in mud, like scavengers passing through the virgin forest.

Finally, Gu Zheng and Jiang Tu cleaned themselves up, and then Han Che and Song Guo slowly climbed up the stone steps.

Gu Zheng's eyes were sharp, and he saw two familiar figures coming out from the stone steps extending from the stone wall below from a distance, and couldn't help complaining: "Oh, fuck, you two are going to have a baby. Let's travel through the primitive Everyone in the forest has arrived, but you are still moaning."

Han Che and Song Guo went to the top of the mountain.

Yu Chenzhou threw a stack of magazines over, "Damn, this place is dusty."

Han Che tore it up and laid it down for Song Guo, then took out a water bottle from his backpack, twisted it open and handed it to Song Guo.

Song Guo hugged the water bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls before feeling comfortable.

"The shoelaces are loose." Han Che reminded.

Only then did Song Guo notice that, just as he was about to bend down, before putting down the water bottle, Han Che had already bent down to re-tie Song Guo's shoelaces.

The four watched this scene in astonishment.

It's not that he has never seen Han Che who served Song Guo. Gu Zheng suspected that Han Che was serving his wife who was pregnant in October.

Song Guo felt a scorching gaze, looked over, and saw that Gu Zheng had been staring at his stomach intentionally or unintentionally.

He didn't know why, blinked his big eyes, and muttered: "Is there anything on my clothes?"

"No." Gu Zheng quickly waved his hands.

How could he have the nerve to say that Han Che was so considerate to see if there was a treasure in Song Guo's belly.

Han Che gave Gu Zheng a cool look, and said with a warning gaze, "Don't scare my little wife."

Gu Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Ahem, yes yes yes, it's my fault, Master Han, I apologize to your little daughter-in-law."

"Han Che's little daughter-in-law, I'm sorry." Gu Zheng's face was serious, and Song Guo blushed in embarrassment.

Gu Zheng propped himself up from the ground and rummaged through the snack bag for a long time, but he didn't know what to look for, as if he couldn't find it.

"Hey, where did you go?"

Jiang Tu asked, "What are you looking for?"

Gu Zheng: "Do you still have a bag of snacks?"

"There is Qiuchi."

Jiang Qiuchi brought the snack bag next to Jiang.

Gu Zheng leaned forward, rummaged for a long time, and finally found a small bag of snacks in a red envelope, muttered something in his mouth, and asked, "Who else wants to eat?"

Han Che didn't hear clearly at first, "What?"

Gu Zheng waved the snack bag in his hand, and said in a daze, "Wangzai, little mantou."

After Han Che saw it clearly, his expression changed, and he rushed over suddenly, snatching the snack from Gu Zheng's hand, "Don't eat it."

If you look carefully, Han Che's face is still slightly red.

Gu Zheng, who was robbed of his snacks, had a puzzled expression on his face, "Huh?" He couldn't laugh or cry, "Why?"

"Han God, if you want to eat, I'll just give you another bag, do you need to grab it?"

Gu Zheng searched out another bag, but Han Che quickly snatched it away.

"Hey, let me say, God Han, what happened to you today?"

"I'm eating a Wangzai steamed bun, is it bothering you?"

Han Che said in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to eat Wangzai steamed buns from now on."

Dashen Han, who is so unreasonable today, is not easy to provoke, Gu Zheng crouches in front of his old Gong with a bag of snacks in his hands, begging for comfort.

Gu Zheng: "God Han is a big pig's hoof, he won't let the baby eat Wangzai's steamed buns."

Jiang Tu: "Well, big pig's trotters!"

Gu Zheng: "When will it be cooked and eaten?"

Jiang Tu: "Well, cook and eat."

Yu Chenzhou on the side couldn't bear to watch it anymore, he trembled numbly, stood up, looked at the tired Gu Zheng and said, "If you don't eat, you don't eat, you are three years old, and you are acting like a baby."

Gu Zheng: "I am willing."

Jiang Tu: "My wife is happy."

Yu Chenzhou let out a breath.

OK!He couldn't afford to provoke this homosexual family, so he quickly retreated to a corner and continued to eat chicken.

On Song Guo's side, looking at Han Che who was holding Wangzai's steamed buns in his arms in puzzlement, he asked softly, "Do you like Wangzai's steamed buns?"

Han Che's cheeks were hot, and he nodded stiffly, "Like...like."

Song Guo finally saw that Han Che also had his favorite snacks, and said with a grin, "I like to drink Wangzai milk."

Han Che looked at the dimple on the little rabbit's cheek, which was so clean and unearthly.

The blue sky is high and far away, and the breeze is gentle.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, overlooking the cold green mountains, surrounded by the most touching smile in my heart.

Han Che gradually became fascinated.

Song Guo drank Wangzai's milk that she liked, and licked her lips happily. After a while, she noticed the sight around her, turned her head, and looked at Han Che puzzled.

"Don't you eat Wangzai steamed buns?"