Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

"It must be because of Xiaoshu, I know." He whispered, "It's my fault that I didn't handle the relationship between you and her well. I made you feel insecure, right? I don't like her, at most I'm just a sister Huai Huai, she saved my life, she is very important to me."

"Do you think that the reason I like you is because you look like..."

"You made me watch the video." I interrupted him.

Mu Junchen wanted to say more, I put on the earphones.

After a while, the takeaway arrived, and Mu Junchen went downstairs to get it.

I finally managed to catch my breath and buried my face in the pillow.

From autumn to winter, I ushered in my first exam week in college.

University exams are not as easy as imagined, but they are still much less stressful than the pressure of staring at ranking scores all day in high school. At least everyone will no longer only use scores to measure a person. People with average grades may be very useful in club activities. Accomplish or develop your hobbies very carefully.

The university vacation is earlier than the junior high school, but fortunately the dormitory building is not closed for the time being, I can stay for more than ten days, and continue the evening tutoring of the organization and Tan Yihui's tutoring.

If there are only a dozen days, it is not easy to find a job during the day, but if you stay in the dormitory, it will be uncomfortable to stare at Mu Junchen all day long.

Recently, the two of us quarreled again. He didn't want me to teach Tan Yihui, and I didn't want to argue with him. He kept whispering in my ear when I didn't talk to him. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and called Chen Shu to take him away.

Mu Junchen was so angry that his hair almost fell out on the spot.

After the exam on the last day, I came out of the examination room. It happened to be after school at noon. Many part-time Jianghua students outside the teaching building were distributing leaflets.

Of all the leaflets, only this one is the prettiest. It depicts a half-naked beauty with big breasts and long legs lying on a piece of animal skin, looking at someone outside the picture with a pair of beautiful and charming eyes, full of helplessness hesitant to speak. and plead.

This sister looks really poor.

I watched for a few more seconds and felt like I was going straight.

The other leaflets were thrown into the trash can. I carefully folded this beautiful sister and put it in my trouser pocket.

In the evening, I had a meal with a few familiar classmates in the class who were going to pack their bags and go home for the winter vacation tomorrow. The next day happened to be Saturday. After tutoring Tan Yihui in the afternoon, I went back to school and went to the only cafeteria that was still open. After dinner, I took the leaflet and found Starry Sky Studio on the upper floor of a hotel at the back door of the school according to the address above.

It seemed that it was not their class time. When they entered, several people were eating around a small square table.

As soon as I entered, one of the men with a mustache who looked about my height wiped his mouth and stood up, and asked me to sit down on the side of a coffee table.

"Hello, I saw this flyer today... and wanted to ask a question about the course." I took out the flyer.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, have a cup of tea first."

Mustache rolled up his sleeves and began to wash the tea sets on the coffee table, and asked leisurely, "What is your profession?"

Me: "Oil painting."

Mustache took a look at me and nodded: "Oil painting costs money, you always have to go out to see exhibitions, don't you?"

I heard from Mu Junchen about seeing the exhibition. Most of the art exhibitions are held in big cities like Beijing and Shanghai. Sometimes the teacher will organize students to fly there to see the art exhibitions. Air tickets and accommodation are a lot of expenses. Sometimes even I will go abroad to see exhibitions.

He also said that our graduate students will also be admitted to the same school, and even the same supervisor, so that we can go together every time we go to the exhibition.

Mustache: "Why did the oil painting major think of learning manga?"

Me: "Learn more things, so you can get a job in the future. Oil painting, the job is a bit narrow."

The mustache tea set has been washed, and there is a small teapot on the table that boils water with electricity, and it is already boiling. Brown tea was handed to me.

"That's true. Either become an art teacher, or take the postgraduate entrance examination and study for a Ph.D., and take the path of an artist. This is difficult. If you don't plan to be a teacher and also take the path of an artist, it's time to change direction now."

I nodded, expressing my agreement with what he said.

After one semester, the joy of being admitted to Jianghua at the beginning has faded a lot, and I even regretted that I was admitted to Jianghua when I was studying art.Compared with ordinary liberal arts majors, this major is really a bit expensive. If you want to get a good job, you have to burn more money.

Or be a teacher, but I don't like being a teacher.

If I had known earlier, I would have taken the pure culture test to a school close to Jianghua, and it would be nice to come to find Mu Junchen every day to fall in love, and the distance can create beauty, unlike now, seeing each other every day is boring.

It's just going to disappoint his sacrifice of lowering his first choice for me.

Thinking of this, a voice suddenly came out from the bottom of my heart and said: He loves you.

"Classmate? Classmate? Why did you suddenly wander off?" Mustache suddenly leaned over and patted my shoulder, "Are you sure you want to sign up? If you are sure, fill in the information here and scan the QR code to pay the tuition."

I came back to my senses and took the registration form.

To love me is to love me, but it has just been, or it was just a kind of sustenance from the beginning.

Chen Shu might really be too important to him.

"I'm sure I've signed up." I filled in my information on the form one by one, took out my mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay the tuition fee.

Mustache said that he would be able to come to class next Monday, that is, the night after tomorrow.

The sophomore holiday was earlier than the freshman year, and the two roommates in the dormitory had already gone home.When I returned to the dormitory from the Xingkong studio, only Mu Junchen was sitting on the chair, playing with his mobile phone, actually secretly watching me.

"Back?" he asked.

"I just came in from outside, if I don't come back, how can I go out?" I asked back.

Mu Junchen muttered: "If I talk to you well, can't I be so angry?"

"When will we buy tickets to go back to Anshan?" Mu Junchen asked again.

I changed my slippers: "I won't go back for the time being, the tutoring is not over yet, you go back first."

Mu Junchen: "You're already on vacation, why do you still have to teach at home? Can't you let that little gay guy change to a tutor?"

Me: "It's almost the final exam. If I change teachers now, I won't be able to adapt, and I will fail the exam. And even if the tutoring is over, I have to find a holiday job in the provincial capital. I guess I won't go back until the Chinese New Year."

Mu Junchen fell silent, turned around, faced his own desk, and played games in a muffled voice.

He has often been like this recently. I have a bad temper. After he said a few words, he also started to have a bad temper. He was afraid of quarreling, so he sulked himself.

I read for a while and was about to take a bath when Mu Junchen suddenly spoke again.

"Go to the room tonight, I'm ready."

There was a feeling of reluctance in his tone.

I didn't respond for a while: "What?"

Mu Junchen got up and walked over, put his hands on my desk and surrounded me, looked down at my eyes, and said bitterly: "I said I'm ready to be fucked by you, go to the room, can you go?"

I really want to laugh.

All the way to the hotel, I was holding back my laughter.

It doesn't matter whether I can fuck him or not, just thinking about the expression on his face when he told me that he was ready to be fucked by me just now makes me feel very happy today.

This was the first time that Mu Junchen was already blushing up to the ears when he opened the room.

After entering the room, Mu Junchen locked the door and locked it a few times before locking it.

"Nervous?" I asked him with a smile.

"A little bit." Mu Junchen looked at my face, his expression suddenly became more relaxed, and asked me, "Did you feel any pain when I was with you?"

I am happy to share my experience with him: "It's actually okay to have Rh, but if you use it too hard or for a long time, you can't stand it."

Mu Junchen nodded seriously, and said, "Fortunately, you don't have a long time, and that guy is also small and delicate."

I:"……"

Did I ask him to rate it?

"Have you bought the xxl bunny girl?" This is actually what I am most concerned about.

Mu Junchen looked guilty, and leaned over: "I didn't buy it, I didn't have xxl."

I looked into his eyes: "Lie, I saw it on the Internet before, you just refused to wear it for me to see, I can wear it, why can't you?"

Mu Junchen said aggrievedly: "I'm so ugly in that. It's not like you. It's white and tender like a piece of soft rice cake. It's really amazing to wear that..."

Uncle him.

"I'm leaving without the bunny girl, it's boring." I made a gesture to leave.

Mu Junchen grabbed my wrist and said anxiously: "Why are you leaving like this? I brought other clothes! Can't you see me wearing it first?"

"Then go take a shower and change, I'll wait for you with a cigarette."

I went to the window, opened it, and lit a cigarette to the outside.

Mu Junchen's expression was a bit complicated, he glanced at the cigarette in my hand, didn't speak, grabbed a ball of white gauze from his bag and went into the bathroom.

About 10 minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Mu Junchen came out of it, even though I have been very disgusted with him these days, but today I couldn't control my eyes straightened.

He only wore a pair of black boxer briefs on his lower body, exposing his long, muscular legs, and a gauze white shirt with a drape on his upper body.

And this shirt is almost transparent, and the outline of his chest and abdominal muscles can be seen clearly, but it also has a hazy and powerful sexiness.

"Do you like this?" Mu Junchen grabbed his half-wet short hair awkwardly, "Those too girly ones are not suitable for me. Wearing them may make you feel sick. I think this one is barely okay. You What do you think?"

I admired it for the last time and said, "I don't like it."

Mu Junchen frowned slightly: "Don't like it? Do you think it's not good-looking? That's fine, why don't we turn off the light first? Next time I'll find clothes you like, okay?"

As he said, he fell on the bed with a frizzy face, lying on it like a dead fish: "Come on, there is rh in the drawer of this hotel, you go and take it out, if you don't know how to get it, just ask me ,I tell you."

I flicked the cigarette ash and said lightly: "Forget it, suddenly I don't want to do it anymore."

Mu Junchen's entire back froze for a moment, then he turned his head slowly: "What do you mean?"

Me: "It means I don't want to fuck you right now."

Mu Junchen's tone was a little anxious: "Are you angry again because I didn't wear a bunny girl? I will definitely wear it next time, okay?"

"No, I'm going back." I put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and closed the window.

Mu Junchen turned over and sat up, his voice suppressed his anger: "Explain clearly, don't you keep saying you want to fuck me? Didn't you say that I don't let you fuck me, that means I don't love you? I'm fucking here today, and you said you don't want to fuck me?" , what do you mean?"

Me: "It means, I don't come to feel, I don't have that kind of impulse."

Mu Junchen: "Why don't you feel it? Why aren't you impulsive? Or are you used to it?"

I thought about it and said, "Maybe it's straightened?"

Mu Junchen was silent, staring at me motionless.