let loose

There was a slight smell of wine on the lips, and the sensor door automatically locked after they stumbled into the room.The double room in the cheap hotel is crowded, and the distance from the door to the bed is only a few meters.

Song Mian was held on the back of the head by Jiang Zhou, and was pushed all the way to the side of the sofa. His knee hit the corner of the sofa. Unprepared, he fell suddenly, his teeth snapped together, and tore the rose petals sticking to the corner of Jiang Zhou's lips into pieces. took two slices.

The red flap fell, half of which fell on the wrinkled head of the Shar Pei.The ugly dog ​​lay between the two of them, and was planed by Jiang Zhou to lay down on the coffee table.

Most of the love in teenage years is reckless and passionate, especially youthful.Even if you haven't learned how to restrain yourself during contact, the flames can easily penetrate into your limbs, reaching the depths of your blood, and your whole body becomes numb.

Jiang Zhou's face was very red, from the base of his ears to his Adam's apple, a few locks of hair were twisted on his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat was smothered, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was holding back.

He leaned down and looked down for a moment, then quickly and hard bit the tip of Song Mian's nose.

Hearing Song Mian exhale in pain, her small desire for revenge was satisfied, and she lowered her head against his forehead again, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you write the self-criticism?"

The nose tingled suddenly, and Song Mian's eye tails soaked with moisture, which slowly escaped from above.He raised his neck, trying to regain some sense, "Yes."

As he said, he put his nose against Jiang Zhou's with a flattering tone: "I wrote it last night. I was afraid of making a typo, so I checked the dictionary, and I was afraid that you would think I was uneducated, so I found several Idioms are used. I kept thinking about you when I was writing, and I wanted to say sorry to you, I wanted to say that I really knew I was wrong, I wanted you to forgive me, and I wanted you to talk to me."

Seeing that Jiang Zhou's expression was blurred for a moment, his long and narrow eyes were slightly squinted, and the eye folds were pressed into thin curved lines, carrying an imperceptible red.

It's so beautiful, whether it's the flushed eye corners or the slightly parted, red lips.

Song Mian's heart suddenly became soft, and he exhaled, "Brother, are you still angry with me?"

"Angry. But I couldn't bear it, so I had to suffer a bit." Jiang Zhou moved his eyelids, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he tilted his head to kiss Song Mian.

The boy's shoulders are not broad and thick, with obvious bony feeling, which is the thinness and thinness unique to young people.

Song Mian stretched her arms around his neck and slowly tightened it.

They hug each other tightly.

Song Mian turned her head to kiss Jiang Zhou's ear, kissing for a while.

Suddenly, he turned his body, trying to stop Jiang Zhou: "Brother, stop for a moment."

"What?" Jiang Zhou frowned impatiently.

"Why are you so hot?" Song Mian raised her butt to cooperate with him, touched his forehead, then touched her own, and asked anxiously, "Do you have a fever?"

"It's okay." Jiang Zhou gasped for breath, but he didn't stop.

"Don't..." Song Mian was really afraid of him, and Jiang Zhou would easily go crazy when he encountered this matter and had a disagreement, and he was a little too strong.

His ears were red and purple, half from embarrassment, and half from Jiang Zhou's hot breath.

"I'm fine..."

Jiang Zhou coughed lowly, and lowered his head to kiss him, intending to comfort him, but as soon as his lips touched, his head tilted and there was no movement.

"Hey, brother." Song Mian patted his back, but no one answered.

"Brother?" Song Mian was startled, and hurried to touch his face, when he heard a slight snoring sound, he was relieved, Jiang Zhou was just asleep.

Song Mian turned her head and sucked his face. In this "ear-to-ear" posture, she glanced at the yawning, curled up ugly dog, closed her eyes, and silently endured the discomfort.

The room suddenly fell silent, except for the occasional sound of a car horn or two.

After a few minutes, Jiang Zhou opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were clear.Song Mian opened her eyes to look at him, and saw him looking left and right for a while, and then said sullenly, "Go to sleep a little longer, I'm going to read a book."

"What book are you reading?" Song Mian quickly grabbed him.

"The exam is coming." Jiang Zhou straightened his messy collar, puffed his mouth indistinctly, his cheeks puffed up slightly, "I want to be the first in the exam, and if I don't read the book, I won't be the first in the exam. "

He said.

???

Song Mian raised a question mark on his forehead, unable to control the fact that his trousers were still fading on his calves. He propped up his body and tried to understand: "What is the first test? Aren't you always the first?"

"No." Jiang Zhou shook his head depressingly, "I have to read books, I have a lot of knowledge, and I can't remember them all. If I can't take the first place in the exam, I won't be very good."

Jiang Zhou's face was abnormally rosy, and his expression was also sad. Song Mian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

no response.

In my impression, this was the first time Jiang Zhou fell ill.Even though the tone was still calm and indifferent as usual, Song Mian still caught a trace of strangeness.

Probably because of his fever, he thought the competition hadn't started yet. In addition, his heart disease was relieved, and his spirit was relaxed all at once.

Song Mian slowly opened her eyes wide, and couldn't help grinning.

"Why don't you take the exam if you can't take the first place, anyway, there will be a next time." Song Mian said seriously.

As he stood up and pulled up his pants, he hooked his hands to take out his cell phone, unlocked it, and turned on the camera.

Jiang Zhou looked very unhappy after hearing this, and his slender eyelashes trembled: "I want to take notes for Little Pig, he is stupid, he is poor at study, and always counts down in the exam."

Piggy head?

Hold?

"Who is the little pig's head?" Song Mian clicked on the video and pinched his ear with the other hand.

"It's Song Mian." Jiang Zhou didn't make a fuss when his ears were pulled, and lowered his eyelashes sadly, as if he was really troubled: "I always find the simplest topic for him, but he doesn't write it. Money to find someone else to write for him! He lied to me!"

Song Mian scratched her head, speechless.

"Where are my flowers?" Jiang Zhou suddenly turned his head from side to side, anxiously asking, "Where did my flowers go?"

"What flower?" Song Mian was taken aback.

"My flower! Roses!" Jiang Zhou was dizzy, running around the room anxiously, and kept saying, "Where are my flowers..."

Roses?Song Mian's mind turned, and he remembered that he had given Jiang Zhou two roses just now to apologize.

"Is it this one?"

The entanglement was too intense just now, and the rose fell directly at the door. He ran to pick it up and handed it to Jiang Zhou.

"Yeah." Jiang Zhou stared at the roses for a while, "He apologized to me. I didn't want to forgive him, but he said he liked me and gave me flowers."

He was muttering to himself, and lowered his head to sniff.

"Why are you so cute!"

Song Mian arched her nose, feeling soft-hearted.He turned off his phone and was about to hug Jiangzhou, but before he could reach out, the person he wanted to hug turned around and left without leaving him a corner of his clothes.

When passing by the coffee table, Jiang Zhou picked up the dozing pup with one hand, and under Song Mian's dumbfounded gaze, he hugged the dog and flowers and shrank into the bed. A fair and beautiful face, with eyes closed obediently, a cheese-colored baba dog and two "handicapped roses" with most of their petals missing were suddenly squeezed beside the face.

Song Mian: "..."