his little candy

It only takes 0.3 seconds to fall in love at first sight.

Han Che fell in love with Song Guo, and that's when they looked at each other in the corridor of the classroom.

He wanted to thank the teacher for letting him go to the Academic Affairs Office to collect the test papers. In the aisle walking aimlessly towards the classroom, he saw the face that made him lose his mind.

When the little thing raised his head, he lowered it.

Looking at each other, Han Che heard his heart skip a beat.

The little thing panicked, like a cub breaking into the hunter's encirclement, weak and delicate, the moment he raised his head and saw him, he looked into his eyes, and then quickly lowered his head.

In the year of innocence, the obsession is innocent.

Han Che let the figure leave in a daze, and his mind was shaken the moment he went up the stairs.

Gu Zheng asked him, but he didn't make a sound, but his heart skipped a beat, belatedly recalling the scene just now.

The blue and white school uniform seemed to have appeared before.

In the dormitory, in the hazy bathroom, the blue and white figure who fetched the soap but ran away quickly, and the white hand that was vaguely seen in the misty vision, all seemed to appear in front of him deliberately.

Han Che's heart twitched suddenly, as if a gap had been opened in the icy lake, and that blue-white figure was standing above the gap, walking toward him with a smile through the clouds and mist.

When he returned to the classroom, that figure appeared outside the classroom window again.

He was sitting by the window, squinting his eyes and dozed off, when Gu Zheng suddenly said that outsiders and classmates were watching him.

Han Che's heart moved immediately, but Gu Zheng said he knew him, but he didn't know the name.

Later, he also knew that it was Gu Zheng who wanted to tease him, so he didn't tell him his name, and it was obvious that Gu Zheng knew him.

Han Che didn't know how long it would take to fall in love with someone, but when he saw the frightened and weak cub, he felt a desire to protect him.

He was tortured by dreams for several days, dreaming of the blue and white figure, insomnia every night, unable to sleep at night, often standing outside the dormitory building for most of the night.

Until he saw him in the school hospital room.

Another look.

When he let the little thing stretch out his hand, he saw that white hand, which was so similar to the one in his dream.

It's him.

A voice in Han Che's heart said.

Seeing him pale and fainted in his arms, he lost his mind at the time, and immediately carried him to the hospital.

Han Che never thought that such a small thought could cause such intense emotion.

Like a cavity of hot blood, it melted into a solid monument in the heart, engraved with that person's strokes, and has been there all year round.

He started thinking about that person, and Gu Zheng told him that the little thing had appeared in the East School Building.

He thought about pretending to go to the bathroom to meet him by chance, but he saw a drowsy figure in the afternoon.

So small, so soft, with a clean and fresh face like a line drawing, wearing his familiar blue and white school uniform.

He thought he could hold back his mind, so he stopped moving.

Even, in more than ten years of life, excellent, outstanding, enjoying all the glory, but never thought of being so deeply fallen by a single thought.

Until on the basketball court, he saw the blue and white figure passing by the path behind the playground. He was overjoyed, couldn't help himself, broke through the confinement, and watched the leaving figure become helpless again. The basketball was thrown involuntarily, yet under control.

Han Che quickly ran over.

As he expected, it was the blue and white of his dream, the little thing of his dream.

The little thing squatted on the ground, and his surroundings turned into phantoms. When he raised his palm-sized face with a pear blossom covered with rain, he was hit hard in the heart.

Can't forget.

Han Che's heart thumped, his mind was blank, and his emotions were surging, so he could only let the little thing run away in a panic.

Finally got it from Gu Zheng.

That little thing is called Song Guo.

Later, when he met by chance on Fuchun Road, he accidentally discovered the same community, and then lived next to each other by accident, and he discovered that it was really caused by fate.

However, these.

He seals it up with his whole life's memory, and won't tell the little things.

After Han Che said that sentence, Song Guo asked eagerly, "Why do you like me?"

Song Guo looked at Han Che expectantly, but the boy didn't respond. Instead, he patted his little butt, hugged him, reached out with one hand, and turned off the bedside light.

The warm white light was suddenly extinguished, leaving only a warm orange lamp on the bedside table, the faint light scattered in a corner, before Song Guo could clearly see the expression on the boy's face, he was hugged in his arms, listening to the boy's voice She whispered sleepily in her ear: "Go to bed, get up early tomorrow."

Song Guo was not happy.

Pretty upset!

It was like hearing a very interesting story, but the storyteller stopped him abruptly, leaving him to guess.

I'm so angry!

Bastard!

If you coax him to confess, you will do your best to fool people.

He didn't believe that Han Che would fall in love with him at first sight, he must have lied to him!

Song Guo was embraced face to face by Han Che, and they seemed to fit into each other's arms. One arm wrapped around his small waist, and the other hand pressed against his little butt. Song Guo's face was pressed against Han Che's chest. .

Song Guo was full of anger, and her warm and soft breath fell into Han Che's arms, causing Han Che's chest to become warm, and the apex of his heart to burn.

half an hour.

Han Che didn't fall asleep.

Song Guo didn't fall asleep either.

"Hmm... I can't sleep." Song Guo scurried back and forth in her arms, her soft face rubbing against Han Che's chest.

Although Han Che was wearing pajamas, the button on his chest was buttoned to the second one, and he couldn't sleep anymore. The little thing that liked buttoning was buttoned and unbuttoned.

Han Che gritted his teeth, his voice was a little hoarse, "Don't move."

Song Guo's face was still scurrying around without knowing it, sticking to Han Che's neck skin, smelling the warm body odor of the young man, and aggrieved Bara said: "I can't sleep."

Han Che patted Xiaodong's buttocks, "I can't sleep, let's recite the biology test points."

Song Guo responded softly: "Okay."

Han Che: "What are the pigments in the leaves?"

Song Guo: "Chlorophyll and carotenoids."

Han Che: "Where's the chlorophyll?"

Song Guo: "Chlorophyll a, chlorophyll b."

Han Che: "What about carotenoids?"

Song Guo: "Carotene and Lutein."

Han Che: "What about the distribution?"

Song Guo: "Thylakoid membrane."

half an hour.

Song Guo clutched Han Che's buttons speechlessly, and said softly and plaintively, "I still can't sleep, Ah Che, can you tell me if the exam is difficult? If you ask these basic questions, I'm going to fall asleep even more."

Han Che swallowed his saliva. Now that the nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, it is good that he can still think of the test points of leaf pigment.

Han Che coughed softly, pinched the little thing's buttocks, "Then... is it difficult to ask?"

"Hmm." The little thing's soft voice was a little hazy.

Han Che said softly: "What is the estrogen-producing organ?"

"Ovary." Song Guo was already about to fall asleep, when she heard a faint sound, her brain responded reflexively.

Han Che leaned close to Little Thing's ear, bit his earlobe, and asked, "What is the male hormone-producing organ?"

Song Guo muttered something, but his voice was gone.

Han Che waited for a while, looked at the person in his arms, and exhaled softly.

I slept soundly.

The little thing is like a small fireball, which is different from Han Che's naturally cold physique despite regular exercise.

At this time, a little fireball was stuffed into his arms, and he held the little fireball in his arms. Before the little fireball fell asleep, its thin legs inadvertently stretched between his legs.

at this time.

Suddenly, Han Che felt a rush of water rushing up the place where the little thing was attached to his lower abdomen.

Han Che secretly gritted his teeth.

Cocooning himself, that's him.

Talking about biology test points, the little things fell asleep, and he started to torture himself.

Terrible!

The little thing is fragrant and soft, and it can't be touched yet.

Han Che gritted his teeth, took a sharp breath, and tentatively and carefully bit the face of the little thing in his arms.

Don't dare to use force, I'm really afraid that water will come out.

So tender.

Soft like tofu.

However, he felt distressed after biting hard, and he couldn't relieve his anger if he didn't bite.

The lower abdomen feels turbulent.

Han Che rubbed against him again, sneakily took the hand that was put on his shoulder by the little thing, and stretched it down.

Han Che moved, the little thing frowned, and said softly "uh", as if he had a bad dream, Han Che's hands trembled in fright, and something splashed on the bed sheet.

half an hour.

Han Che finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The pajama pants were wet, but fortunately he noticed that the little thing was still clean, except for this soft little white hand.

Han Che turned on the light and lifted the quilt, the little thing curled up in aggrieved way, his white and tender hands were covered with white things.

Han Che gently carried the little thing to the bathroom, washed his hands clean, and then carefully carried it back.

By the time he took a shower, changed into clean pajama pants, and changed the sheets, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Han Che helped his forehead.

I have to get up at six o'clock tomorrow for morning reading class.

This has not been eaten yet, why do you want the king not to go to court early?

Less than three hours.

Han Che hugged Song Guo and fell asleep.

The next day.

Song Guo was woken up by Han Che, it was already six o'clock.

Although he wanted to lie in bed under the warm blanket, especially after being hugged by Han Che all night, it was even warmer, but he still had to go to class.

Song Guo quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

There are double sets of toiletries in the bathroom, which he discovered last night.

Water glasses, toothbrushes, towels, and Han Che are all ready.

Song Guo let out warm water to wash his face first, and suddenly, when his hand was running down his face, he frowned.

What's the smell?

Moreover, his hands are as tired as before when he held a pen and wrote dozens of test papers.

When the fingers are slightly curled up, they feel a little numb.

Although Song Guo's clothes were washed and dehydrated last night, after a night in late autumn, they could not be completely air-dried.

Han Che found clothes for Song Guo, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Did you wash up? It's only 5 minutes." When Han Che walked to the bathroom, he saw Song Guo staring blankly at his little white hands.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Han Che's face.

Seeing Han Che come in, Song Guo opened his big clear eyes, and said aggrievedly, "You must have been too heavy last night, pressing my hand, and now I feel so tired even holding a toothbrush."

Han Che coughed softly, "Then... brush your teeth with your left hand?"

Song Guo, who is completely right-handed and has a disabled left hand, glared at Han Che, the culprit.

"It's all your fault!"

Song Guo, whose mouth was covered with foam, spat out the foam, brushed his teeth and muttered, "The math class in the morning must be a few more test papers. I can't even lift my hands. How can I write?"

It is indeed his fault!

Han Che touched the tip of his nose, and a red cloud floated over his ears.

However, lack of experience.

I knew I was left-handed.

The author has something to say: Han Che: Mistake! Mistake!Use your left hand next time.

There is another update, maybe after 23:0, maybe after [-]:[-].

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