his little candy

Song Guo's fair little face was shrouded in the clear light of late autumn, and there was a faint halo. When she got close, she could still see the light and pink fluff on her skin that could be broken by blowing. The mole of tears is so beautiful that it makes people dizzy.

I really want to knead.

Han Che glanced around, and his hands stuck in his school uniform trouser pocket came out. He just touched Song Guo's cheek, but Song Guo noticed him. His light eyelashes fluttered and incited him, and he looked at Han Che.

"What are you doing?"

Han Che withdrew his hand in an instant and put it back into his trouser pocket. Song Guo glared at him with his dark eyes before continuing to walk forward.

Han Che followed behind, looked at the thin body of the young daughter-in-law wrapped in the blue and white school uniform, walked up, and stood side by side, but couldn't help stretching out his hand.

The little daughter-in-law's waist is so slender, I really want to hug her.

The little daughter-in-law's hair is so soft, I really want to rub it.

The face of the little daughter-in-law is so smooth, I really want to touch it.

The little daughter-in-law's mouth is so pink and tender, I really want to kiss it.

Han Che felt that Song Guo seemed to have installed a magnet to attract him, otherwise, how could he be so hard to extricate himself.

Han Che restrained himself with difficulty and discomfort, and kept telling himself that this was the school. Several times he accidentally reached out and hugged him involuntarily, but Song Guo pinched his wrist and quickly avoided it.

Han Che approached, "Isn't it more obvious that we are like this? We just have to be like ordinary classmates so as not to attract attention."

Song Guo snorted and gave Han Che a look, obviously not believing what Han Che said.

As far as Han Che was concerned, the little daughter-in-law just glanced at her plainly, but Han Che felt that the little daughter-in-law was winking at him as if she had a bright personality, which made his heart tremble.

"Not going back to the apartment building?" Han Che touched the tip of his nose, his handsome face full of anticipation.

Song Guo's hair turned up with a hair, and when he went down the stone steps, the hair was soft, following Song Guo's movements, Han Che followed Song Guo down the stairs, keeping his eyes on the hair, listening to the following Song Guo muttered: "Go, the power bank is with you. My phone is out of power today, so I use a soft phone."

"Okay." Han Che's thin lips could not be restrained slightly, and he flicked the dumb hair on Song Guo's hair with his hand.

Of course, Song Guo didn't know that someone was playing with him, and walked all the way to the apartment building. When he was about to go up the first floor, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Song Guo."

Song Guo looked up, and saw a boy in white short-sleeved walking down the stairs, looking at him with a smile on his face.

It was late autumn, and even Han Che, whose body was uncomparable to ordinary people, was wearing a school uniform jacket with long sleeves inside, while the boy in front of him looked so weak, but he was still wearing short sleeves, yet he was very similar to those As long as the demeanor is not the temperature, people are different.

The boy is Xu Jinyi from the experimental class. There are several experimental classes in the school, namely the rocket class. Song Guo knew Xu Jinyi because of Su Ruan, and Su Ruan and Xu Jinyi also had a joke.

It was an exam, and the exam room was not assigned according to the ranking of the results.

At that time, Su Ruanxiao misread the examination room number and sat in the wrong seat, and sat in Xu Jinyi's seat. Later, Xu Jinyi came to this seat and said it belonged to him.

Originally, it was enough to let Xu Jinyi make a mistake. However, at that time, Su Ruangang and the students behind him swore that he would never make a mistake in the examination room or sit in the wrong seat. As a result, just after he finished speaking, Xu Jinyi stood in Su's place with a dazed expression on his face. Behind Ruan, he looked at the examination number on Su Ruan's desk several times, and said that Su Ruan was sitting in the wrong seat.

Later, Su Ruan ran away with her pen bag in her arms.

And Song Guo was also in the examination room at the time, and he, who never made fun of others, was also laughed at by Xiao Mimu.

However, Xu Jinyi also lives here?

"Xu Jinyi, do you live here too?"

Xu Jinyi's eyes quickly passed Song Guo leaning against Han Che's chest intimately, flashed a dark light, and smiled, "Yes, I'm on the third floor. You live here too?"

Song Guo touched his ears, but he didn't know if the speaker had no intention or the listener intended, when he heard Xu Jinyi's "you", he seemed to feel a little strange, and the heat rose on his face, he said softly: "No, it's me My friend lives here, and I will stay with him temporarily."

"Oh, that's it. I'm going to the classroom. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After Xu Jinyi left, Song Guo and Han Che went upstairs, and after entering the room, Han Che closed the door, leaned over, reached out and hugged the little daughter-in-law who was walking towards the bedroom back.

Song Guo turned around and pushed away Han Che's approaching face, "What are you doing! I'll take a power bank."

Han Che hugged Song Guo and sat on the sofa. Because of the lesson learned last time, Han Che kept the curtains closed, making the room very dark.

Han Che separated Song Guo's legs, hugged them to his lap, and subconsciously pinched Song Guo's buttocks. Song Guo whispered, "It hurts." Then he glared at Han Che complainingly: "The buttocks sitting in class are hard." It hurts, you still pinch, bad guy!"

Han Che looked aggrieved: "You rub it when it hurts."

Song Guo still had the expression "You are a bad person, your intentions are evil".

"Fool, come out for a run on the playground after class, otherwise your buttocks will not leave the stool every day, and sooner or later your body will have problems."

"No, people are also getting up and exercising."

"Little piggy is so lazy and still exercises." Han Che obviously didn't believe it, with disgust on his lips, but he rubbed it very gently and patiently.

Song Guo punched Han Che, raised his eyebrows, "You are the little pig."

Han Che rubbed his hands, and then uncontrollably stretched his hands into the school uniform jacket. Song Guo felt itchy and twisted. Han Che touched for a long time, and found that the little thing had stuck the blue sweater inside in the pants.

If you can't touch the delicate skin, it's just nowhere near itching.

Han Che buried his face into Song Guo's neck aggrievedly, sniffed the fragrance of the little thing, and said with satisfaction: "It smells so good."

"Where is it? I didn't wear perfume or soft cream. There was no smell at all." Song Guo was puzzled and smelled nothing, but could smell a faint smell of laundry detergent. .

After all, this is the school uniform Song Guo just wore today after Mother Song washed it.

Han Che's face was close to Song Guo's delicate face, and he rubbed it like an addiction, but the taste changed after rubbing, just like a baby looking for breast milk with eyes closed, looking for the rosy land without any impurities, and then If you want to hold it, your heart will be filled.

When Han Che's lips touched, Song Guo let him kiss. This time, he closed his eyes subconsciously and stared at the young man's handsome face seriously.

The clear face with closed eyes, without any blasphemous expression, looks like an apostle on pilgrimage.

His heart seemed to collide with the Sanskrit sound of the bell, and there was a roar. It turned out that Han Che usually kissed him like this.

He looked at Han Che, watched every inch of the young man's emotional changes, and watched the usual young man's face, which was as cold as frost and snow, gradually show a layer of shyness that the young man could not conceal.

half an hour.

Song Guo's eyes were covered by Han Che's probing hand, and he placed them gently and lightly on them. The heat on his lips was released, and the young man's slightly disordered breathing spilled into the cochlea, and a slow voice came out.

"Don't look."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Han Che's face, but Song Guo couldn't let Song Guo see his embarrassment. This was his lion-like kingly dignity.

Song Guo's eyes were blindfolded, and she reached out subconsciously, grabbing the boy's hand covering his eyes, and the next moment, the heat on her lips hit even more violently.

half an hour.

Song Guo lay limp in Han Che's arms, her whole body was so weak that she had no strength at all. Han Che hugged Song Guo on the sofa, closed his eyes to ease his emotions.

The bell rang outside the apartment building.

Han Che raised his head from Song Guo's neck, tidied up the clothes of the little boy, and re-tied the elastic cord of the school uniform pants that he had loosened. Seeing Song Guo's slightly complaining eyes, he was secretly happy, but he couldn't. The performance was too obvious, and he hugged Song Guo in his arms and coaxed Song Guo with guilt.

"Well, it's my fault. I shouldn't be unable to control myself and always be seduced by you."

"I don't know what's going on. When I see you, I can feel the smell of oranges. When I kiss you, I feel like my heart is going to melt. When I hold you, I can smell the fragrance of your body. Like poppy, addictive."

Song Guo blushed for a while, and pushed Han Che, "Class is over, I want to get up."

"I don't want to let you go." Han Che hugged Song Guo tightly in his arms again, smelled his hair fragrance, kissed and hugged him again, and did everything he couldn't do outside. , was willing to let go of Song Guo.

When Song Guo returned to the classroom with the power bank, the class teacher had already arrived.

Song Guo was a little surprised, and glanced at all the students in the class, they were all so serious today.

He yelled a report, the head teacher nodded, Song Guo returned to his seat, Su Ruan leaned closer and said, "The next week's mock exam information is out, and it's posted on the bulletin board."

Song Guo looked up, and there was a new announcement posted on the bulletin board next to the blackboard.

Song Guo: "When?"

Su Ruan: "Next Monday."

Song Guo frowned, and heard Su Ruan say: "We will take the test next Monday. With the hardworking teachers in our grade, it means that we will know the results that week. If we take the test on Thursday and Friday, it will be fine. At least I can have a happy weekend, and I can still be my mother's good baby for a day."

In the afternoon, there was a series of biology classes, and sure enough, it was a classroom test.

Two sets of test papers were issued, both last year's round of test questions, but the source of the questions is...

Song Guo looked at the title of the test paper in surprise, it turned out to be exactly the same as in Kyoto.

The college entrance examination in Kyoto uses the national test paper, and the province where Jiangcheng is located has always been self-proposed, but rumors have begun to use the national test paper this year, so the teachers of various subjects are also adjusting the teaching plan, and they are not rigid in the selection of test questions. Jiangcheng test questions.

There is still a big difference between the test questions in this province and the national test, not to mention the difficulty level, but the question types and scores are different.

This confuses the first middle school students who have been used to the province's question types since the first year of high school, but it still has a little influence.

Song Guo may still have shadows about Kyoto in her heart. It may be that after Han Che took the first place, she spontaneously thought that the test questions in Kyoto were difficult. When she first read the questions, her eyes were a little lax, and she was so nervous that she couldn't concentrate.

Song Guo didn't keep writing, which also made the biology teacher discover his abnormality. He walked over in a puzzled manner, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? There is a problem with the test paper?"

Song Guo shook her head, and waited for the biology teacher to return to the podium before she calmed down and began to answer the questions.

Two class tests, in a tense environment, time passed quickly.

After class, the biology teacher left holding the test paper.

A classmate came over to ask for the answer, but Song Guo didn't make a sound. She lay down on the table and closed her eyes in an instant. Her mind began to swell, and she didn't have any impression of the questions just now.

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