said don't mess with me

The cold wind in the playground suddenly ceased to be cold.

The winter sun also seems to have a little temperature.

It was warm and harmonious, soaked in the fragrance that Han Qingshi often had on his body.

Mu Xia still put his head against Han Qingshi's shoulder and did not leave.

But Han Qing could clearly feel her joy, as well as the playfulness and shyness of rubbing his head when he spoke.

"I like you too." Mucha replied.

Han Qing frowned, and said softly, "Got it."

One of the two looked down at the red runway, and the other looked down at the girl who finally opened her heart. Neither of them was stingy with their smiles, and they were even less willing to hide their good mood at this moment.

Mucha's furry head quietly ran towards Han Qingshi's neck.

Han Qing saw it, and didn't want to refuse an inch.

The moment her ears were almost touching the side of his face.

Han Qingshi turned his head slightly, and his lips touched it.

Mucha flinched timidly.

He quickly persuaded himself to stretch his body, and put his ears together again.

Standing upright like a little rabbit, as if saying to Han Qing: "You're welcome, come on."

Han Qingshi glanced at the scattered pedestrians on the playground, but held back instead.

She took Mucha to change direction, shielded her from the wind with her back, and walked forward step by step while holding her still uncomfortable.

The winter sun is gradually starting to shine.

Slowly crossing the top of the head, the overlapping shadows of them are getting closer and closer.

When there was only a small group left, Mu Xia moved his head and asked Han Qing in a coquettish voice, "Are you cold?"

How could Han Qingshi not be cold?

She relies on a coat to keep out the cold when she goes out in winter, and inside it is a formal dress that does not change in all seasons.

After standing in the cold wind for so long, my body was already stiff with cold.

"Cold." Han Qingshi didn't have any pretense.

Mucha immediately pulled off the coat she was wearing and wrapped her tightly.

This action increases the distance between the two.

We can almost hear each other's heartbeat.

"Xia Xia." Han Qing suddenly called out and changed his address.

When Mu Xia heard it, his heart seemed filled with honey, "Yes."

"Can you change my name too?"

"No problem." Mu Xia raised his head, the smile on his face was more beautiful than the flowers in spring and March, "but what's your name? I'm used to calling you 'Boss Han' and 'you'."

Han Qingshi, "Think for yourself."

Mu Xia struggled, "Hours? Doesn't sound good, how about Xiao Han? Xiaoqing? Hours? Oh, hours, minutes, seconds?"

The more Mu Xia talked, the more boundless he became.

Han Qingshi couldn't listen anymore, so he stopped in time, "Ah Shi." She said.

"Ah Shi? Ah, Shi..." Mu Xia frowned and pondered carefully, the more he yelled, the more pleasant it sounded, "Okay! Let's call it Ah Shi!"

The girl's crisp voice became the only voice that caught Han Qingshi's ears in the silent winter day.

Han Qing shifted his gaze down to Mu Xia's raised mouth.

Since the kiss on the night of her birthday, she has always thought about it, and she was even so stingy that she felt that it was an infringement of her possessions just to borrow a lipstick.

Now that she has fully expressed her intentions today, can she no longer restrain herself?

"Do you want to kiss me?" Han Qing asked bluntly.

Mucha's eyes lit up, and her fair cheeks turned pink quickly, "Could it be too soon?"

"Hurry up?" Han Qingshi didn't feel that two people who liked each other needed to go through a long process from awkwardness to enthusiasm, but if Mu Xia asked, she could try hard.

"Do you want to be ambiguous for a while longer?" Han Qing asked.

"I don't want to!" Mu Xia shook his head resolutely, then hesitated for a long time, and asked her tactfully, "Did I kiss you, you are my girlfriend?"

Han Qingshi finally understood.

It turned out that I was worried that I would not have a name or a score.

"Yes." Han Qingshi's attitude was clear.

Almost at the same time, Mucha said, "I want to kiss!"

Before he finished speaking, his cold lips were covered with a thin layer of warmth.

Han Qingshi's ink-like eyes enlarged in front of his eyes, but Mu Xia couldn't see clearly, only vaguely knew that she was smiling and looking at him intently, and there was no other deeper movement under her lips.

But just this is enough to make Mucha forget to breathe.

Because of the lack of oxygen, her face gradually turned red.

Slowly spread to ears, neck.

Before suffocating, Han Qingshi left Mucha and used his body to block her from the wind, leaving her enough quiet space and time to digest her emotions.

After half a world, Mucha finally spoke.

She pulled Han Qingshi's clothes and asked greedily, "Can I kiss again? The kind that can be tasted."

"..." Han Qing was taken aback and laughed out loud.

She always thought that being too sudden would scare Mu Xia away, but now that she thinks about it, maybe it's time for the overlord to fight hard.

"Are you okay?" Mucha asked nervously.

Han Qing smiled and said nothing, she couldn't wish for Mu Xia's proposal, but the playground was empty, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't forget that Mu Xia was still a student.

In the current state, it is better to hide some things and do them more freely.

Han Qing Shikong put out a hand, put it into his jacket, and probed Mu Xia's back.

Humidity is still heavy.

"Should I take a shower or go to Apartment 15?" Han Qing asked.

When she graduated, the undergraduate dormitory did not have a separate bathroom, and she had to take a shower in Apartment 15, which is the farthest from the female dormitory.

Over the past few years, I don't know if it has been remodeled.

Mu Xia was all about kissing. When she saw Han Qing, she didn't answer directly. She was depressed and said unhappily, "Yes, it's very far away. Every time I walk halfway, I don't want to take a bath. Moreover, the heating in the big bathhouse is very poor. Take off your clothes and keep up." It’s like a punishment, it’s freezing to death.”

Han Qingshi pulled the coat wrapped around Mucha's body closer, squeezed the corner of her sagging mouth and said, "Do you want me to find you a good place?"

"where?"

"my home."

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The last time Mu Xia came to Han Qingshi's house was the night she got drunk on her birthday.

That day, she came here in a daze, and then left in a hurry without looking carefully.

Everywhere I looked today felt fresh, and I was so curious that I didn't even let Han Qingshi's Huahua on the balcony go unnoticed. He dragged her to tell her their names and meanings, and then they went in one ear and out the other, and could ask them again just by turning their heads.

Fortunately, Han Qingshi is a patient person.

In addition, she is especially conniving towards Mucha.

The two stood and squatted, and stayed on the balcony for a long time.

It wasn't until the ordered takeaway arrived that Han Qing patted Mu Xia on the head, and said to her who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge but didn't absorb a word: "Set the tableware, I'll go get the takeaway."

"Yeah!" Mucha happily agreed, Ma Liu stood up and ran to the restaurant.

She was wearing Han Qingshi's light-colored home clothes, which were loose and soft.

The cuffs and trousers can be pulled at will, which is comfortable and natural.

After watching a lot, the deserted house suddenly felt like home.

Noisy, but also lively.

Han Qing looked at it in a daze.

When the delivery man called again, she straightened her body leaning against the balcony door and strode towards the door.

When Han Qing got the takeaway, Mu Xia had already set the tableware, and was happily sitting where Han Qing usually sat, waiting to be fed.

Han Qingshi put two full paper bags on the table and washed his hands first.

When he came back again, Mucha had automatically and consciously disassembled it.

Han Qingshi ordered five or six dishes, all of which she liked.

Even if she has never seen some dishes, she still thinks they will be delicious.

Because the closing of the eyes has already passed.

When it really came in, Mucha was so satisfied that his eyes narrowed, "It's so delicious!"

"Eat more if it tastes good." Han Qingshi said.

Mucha has already opened his belly.

Han Qing kept picking up vegetables for Mucha, and when he arrived at his place, the plates were clean.

Mu Xia didn't realize until halfway through eating. She raised her chin, pointed at Han Qingshi's plate and said, "Why don't you eat?"

Han Qingshi bluntly said, "I ate some homemade food from Professor Chen in the morning. I'm not too hungry, and I have a strong taste, so I don't like these."

Mucha realized, "So these are all for me?"

Han Qingshi, "Yes."

Mu Xia felt beautiful in his heart, but his mouth was still stubborn, "You can order half of what you like, and you can't do this again next time."

Han Qingshi agreed simply, "Okay."

Mu Xia took another big mouthful of food, and asked Han Qing with a smile, "How do you know my taste?"

Han Qingshi, "Dining with Hezhong for the first time, I paid more attention."

"Oh, it turns out that you have been cheating on me so early, no!" Mucha's dark eyes were full of slyness, "In the playground, you were lying when you said you asked me not to mess with you, which means that you are actually the first The first time you see me, you have an idea of ​​me, right?"

Han Qing leaned lazily on the back of the chair, met her gaze, "Want to know?"

Mucha, "Think!"

Han Qingshi only tapped on the table with his fingertips after laughing, reminding her, "Eat quickly."

Mucha's appetite was seriously affected by curiosity, and he was full at the end of the meal.

She lay faceless on the couch burping.

Han Qingshi took the computer and sat on the carpet in front of the sofa to handle the work, looking serious and serious.

Mucha coveted her beauty, turned sideways, resting his head on his arms, quietly watching her in a daze.

The sun was quiet in the afternoon, and the sleepy bugs were tired from playing, so they ran back to look for Mucha.

Not long after, she fell asleep with the soft pillow in her arms.

Han Qing was busy with work and wanted to ask Mu Xia if he wanted something to drink.

When he turned around and saw her cute sleeping appearance, he closed his voice.

Han Qingshi turned around, gently bent one leg and lay on his knees, looking at Mu Xia in a daze.

A few months ago, she was a stranger to Mucha.

A few months later, she was lying in front of her in her clothes, with the same scent of shower gel on her body, sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Fate is amazing.

When it is unreasonable, even if two people are close at hand, they always turn a blind eye.

It moves the heart, and it only takes one look to fall in love with someone.

Han Qingshi's calm eyes flickered.

She raised her hand to brush away the hair scattered on the side of Mucha's face, trying to see her more clearly.

He didn't want to touch her ears with his fingers, making her shrug her shoulders timidly in her sleep.

Mucha's action was a subconscious reaction, very quickly.

It was too late for Han Qing to retract his hand, and her middle finger was caught between her shoulder and ear.

Not heavy pressure, Han Qingshi did not pull out forcibly.

When Mu Xia felt something was wrong, he opened his eyes in a daze and called out, "Boss Han."

Han Qingshi hooked the pinched fingers and reminded her, "It's a wrong call."

Mucha was at a loss.

It took me a long time to remember where I am now and what happened today.

She relaxed her shoulders, moved her body to the side of the sofa, and shouted softly, "Ah Shi, uh!"

Just as he opened his mouth, it was blocked by Han Qingshi.

Different from the simple touch on the playground.

Han Qingshi's slippery tongue went straight in, pressed Mu Xia hard, and kissed passionately and deeply.

Mucha responded with difficulty, her hot and heavy breath was between her sniffs.

"Hold me." Han Qing whispered between Mu Xia's lips.

Mu Xia had lost her ability to think, and hugged Han Qingshi's neck obediently. She carried her off the sofa and sat on her lap. She found her lips and kissed them again.

From light to heavy, to inseparable.

Mucha could almost feel the beating of Han Qingshi's fingers inserted into his hair.

Caressing carefully.

When he can't help it, he will gently grab her hair.

……

In the end, Han Qingshi reluctantly left Mu Xia, his eyes fixed on her red lips.

Time seemed to stop flowing.

The enthusiasm that can't be dissipated in the blood is still sparing no effort to urge people to continue.

Han Qing pressed it again when Mu Xia opened her lips slightly due to lack of breathing, touching lightly and lightly, the soft fingertips lingering behind her ears.

This kind of side-by-side relationship made Mucha's heart move more than the passionate emotional collision just now.

Her face seemed to be on fire, and she was too hot to open her eyes.

Kissing, always passive, gradually becomes active.

Mu Xia clumsily squeezed Han Qingshi's lips, from top to bottom, kissed his lips inch by inch, and tried to go in.

One touch and close.

I thought it was coming fiercely, but in fact it was just scratching the surface.

Hanging by her jerky temptation, Han Qing pressed his fingertips on the softest part behind her ear, and said in a low voice, "Xia Xia, I've been walking around with you for too long, have you forgotten who I am?"

Mucha reflexively said, "He is a very good person."

Han Qing laughed out loud, she leaned back, distanced herself from Mu Xia, looked at her confused expression and said, "This may become your biggest misunderstanding of me."

Mucha still didn't believe it, "You never killed me."

"It's when you forgot about my 'fierce'." Han Qing's serious 'fierce' all the time made Mu Xia confused.

She really didn't remember what Han Qingshi did to her.

Just as he was wondering, Han Qing suddenly patted Mu Xia on the back and said, "Get up."

"Huh?" Mu Xia lowered his head and saw himself sitting on Han Qingshi's body with his legs spread wide apart. He rolled to the side as if getting an electric shock, and desperately tugged on the hem of his jacket.

Han Qing looked at her amusedly for a few seconds, got up and left.

After a while, I came back with an extra glass of wine in my hand.

Mucha was puzzled, "Do you want a drink?" Why isn't there hers?

Han Qingshi sat down in his original position and flicked his wine glass.

The pale yellow liquid slid across the cup, touching the blind spots in Mucha's memory.

"Ashi, on the night of your birthday, besides kissing your neck, is there anything else I can do?" Mucha asked with a raised voice.

Han Qing stopped talking, took a sip of his wine, then put down his glass and hooked Mu Xia.

The latter swallowed his saliva with difficulty, dawdling.

Without waiting for Mu Xia, Han Qing leaned over, put one arm on the edge of the sofa, and pressed his lips tightly.

Mucha was forced to open his mouth, and the wine poured in.

Sweet and stimulating.

She suddenly recalled what happened that night.

In the beginning, she didn't take the initiative to drink crazy at all, it was Han Qing who kissed him first, and it was the kind of straight-to-the-point kiss, which was more fierce than just now.

But this person turned against her the next day?

Mucha was annoyed.

Forget what situation you are in now, just speak when you open your mouth.

With a movement of the mouth, the wine flowed down the gap between the lips of the two, slipped down the throat, and disappeared into the wide collar.

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