are you straight

Haida's library has seven floors, the top two floors are teachers' offices and exhibition halls, each floor is very large, and there is a toilet on both sides of the corridor.

The two entered a compartment, and they didn't seem to say anything, Song Ji couldn't remember anything, he only knew that Jiang Zhilu was hot.

This time Jiang Zhilu pushed Song Ji against the door, put one hand on the back of Song Ji's neck, and pushed in his direction, Song Ji naturally put his hands on Jiang Zhilu's shoulders.

The development of the matter is a bit out of control. In the past, Jiang Zhilu would let go of Song Ji at this time, and Song Ji would consciously not flirt with Jiang Zhilu.

But no one has stopped.

"Did you bite your finger?" Jiang Zhilu asked while kissing.

Song Ji looked down and saw Jiang Zhilu's hand going down: "I didn't bite."

Jiang Zhilu: "En?"

Song Ji resigned to his fate: "Bite it."

Jiang Zhilu asked, "Then what should we do?"

Song Ji heard the sound of buttons being unbuttoned, he turned his head aside: "I don't know."

"I know." Jiang Zhilu said.

After Song Ji felt it, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he buried it on Jiang Zhilu's shoulder.

He also knew.

Jiang Zhilu's hand attached to the back of Song Ji's neck slowly stroked, and Song Ji's hand tightened Jiang Zhilu's collar.

After a while, Song Ji heard Jiang Zhilu say a formula, and felt inexplicably familiar.

He just did the solution to that problem.

"Are you a devil?" Song Ji said in a hoarse voice intermittently, "Who the hell...would talk about the topic when doing such a thing...en."

And he couldn't listen at all, other feelings had been amplified by him consciously, Jiang Zhilu's voice hypnotized him like magic, he seemed to only hear Jiang Zhilu's voice but not what he was saying.

"Remember, I won't say it a second time when I go back." Jiang Zhilu said, biting his ear.

Song Ji leaned against Jiang Zhilu, bit his clothes, and whispered, "No."

Jiang Zhilu asked knowingly, "Nothing."

"Jiang Zhilu..."

Song Ji didn't finish his speech, he gradually let go and let Jiang Zhilu move.

Someone came in humming a song from outside, Song Ji tensed up when he heard the voice, and closed his eyes tightly.

The people outside seemed to be on the phone, and the voice was a bit loud.

Song Ji let out a "hum", and pushed Jiang Zhilu with his head to tell him not to make small moves, but Jiang Zhilu didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Song Ji snorted a few more times.

The people outside finished talking on the phone, and the inside also ended.

"Have you brought tissues?" Jiang Zhilu reached into Song Ji's pocket and fumbled for a pack of tissues.

Song Ji didn't speak, and he hasn't recovered yet.

He looked down at Jiang Zhilu taking out some paper towels to help him wipe, and then helped him pull up his pants, the whole movement was very skillful.

Song Ji asked suddenly: "Why are you so proficient?"

It was the same when he was unbuttoning, and he unbuttoned it with one hand.

Jiang Zhilu buttoned up Song Ji's pants: "Didn't you untie it for you?"

Song Ji was taken aback for a moment, thinking of the incident before taking a bath when he was injured on National Day.

He raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Zhilu's chin: "Then I was a wounded person, and you thought so early..."

Jiang Zhilu lowered his head and bit Song Ji's hand and said, "Fortunately, you were wounded at that time."

Song Ji: ...Okay.

After relying on Jiang Zhilu to slow him down, he suddenly remembered one more thing. There was still something unresolved. Song Ji looked down at Jiang Zhilu: "Shall I help you?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, Jiang Zhilu grabbed his hand and said, "No need."

Song Ji looked at him inexplicably: "Why?"

Jiang Zhilu smiled and said, "I don't want to use your hands."

After Song Ji got out of the cubicle, he washed his hands slowly in front of the mirror. The eyes of the person in front of the mirror were a little red, and his lips were so red that they were bleeding.

He looked down at himself and clasped his fingers. His fingers were slender and beautiful. He couldn't figure out why he wasn't allowed to touch them. Did he dislike his poor technique or...

After drying his hands, Song Ji put on a mask and left the bathroom.

On the way back, Song Ji also sent Jiang Zhilu a voice message, regardless of whether Jiang Zhilu had time to read it.

Song Ji said, "Do you need me to go back?"

After posting, he laughed, and would not return even if he was asked to go back. What he is best at is teasing after the fact, who asked Jiang Zhilu to drive him away.

But whether Jiang Zhilu will read WeChat is another matter, after all...

Song Ji's phone vibrated, and Jiang Zhilu sent a message.

[Jiang Zhilu: If I didn’t see you finish those two questions when I went back, yes. 】

Seeing the last word of grace, Song Ji scolded Jiang Zhilu in a low voice.

[Song Ji: Then take your time, don't worry. 】

Whether it is slow or not is not up to Song Ji.

Jiang Zhilu in the toilet held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, waiting for the reaction to go down. The faint smell of tobacco melted from his mouth, and Jiang Zhilu bit the cigarette holder.

Jiang Zhilu is not a very patient person. He can't bear Song Ji's petty fights. When he is in a hurry, he always pulls people to a corner where there is no one to bully him. Song Ji will look at him pitifully. He said he wouldn't dare next time, but next time he would continue to tease people without a long memory, as if he thought he wouldn't do anything.

This time he was teased hard, Jiang Zhilu caught him in the toilet, and Song Ji, who was bullied so hard, asked him if he needed it.

Need it, really need it, but he didn't need Song Ji's hand, so he refused, he was afraid that he would make Song Ji cry, but at the same time, he hoped to see Song Ji cry in front of him.

This venue is not the right place.

Song Ji returned to his seat and said "thank you" to the girl who helped them read.

The girl smiled back at him: "You're welcome."

Not disturbing others' study, Song Ji sat down and turned on the tablet, looked at the two empty questions and frowned and thought.

He was trying to recall what Jiang Zhilu had just said in his ear.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Relax."

"Keep your voice down, I can hear you outside..."

Damn, my mind is full of yellow waste, how can I think of the solution to the problem.

Is it appropriate to think about these in the library?

Song Ji scratched his hair, trying to shake those inappropriate things out of his mind.

Such grasping seemed to remind him of something, Song Ji picked up a pen to write and draw on the tablet, as if he really figured it out.

There was another question, Song Ji continued to pull his hair, pulling it a little harder, Song Ji hissed, and someone took his hand off his head.

Song Ji looked up and saw Jiang Zhilu standing behind him, he lowered his voice subconsciously and asked, "So fast?"

Jiang Zhilu's eyes sank, and Song Ji pursed his lips when he realized what he said.

Men can't speak fast.

Because it was lunch time, many students in many libraries went out to eat, and when Song Ji was thinking about the topic, the girl next door also left her seat.

There are only a few people left in the huge study room.

Jiang Zhilu picked up a chair next door and sat next to Song Ji, took the pen in his hand and tapped on the tablet, saying, "This question is done correctly."

Song Ji raised his eyebrows triumphantly after hearing this: "That's right, don't even look at who I am."

Jiang Zhilu asked, "What about the next question?"

The next question was left blank, Song Ji didn't write a single word.

Song Ji said, "I won't."

Jiang Zhilu tapped the screen again: "I said so."

Song Ji turned to look at him: "I don't remember."

Can't remember if it's good or not.

Jiang Zhilu tapped his head and said, "Come here, I'll tell you one more time."

Song Ji went over to see how Jiang Zhilu solved the problem. In fact, Song Ji didn't want to understand one step. After seeing Jiang Zhilu's writing, he knew what to write next.

Song Ji said, "I know."

Jiang Zhilu returned the pen to Song Ji: "I didn't remember it the first time."

Still went back.

Song Ji whispered, "Is it time to remember these things just now?"

Jiang Zhilu smiled: "Then what do you remember?"

Song Ji packed up his things and put them in his backpack: "I will remember you."

Jiang Zhilu stood up, put the chair back to its original position, and returned to his place to pack his things.

Song Ji thought this matter would end here, but he didn't expect Jiang Zhilu to respond to what he said just now after he left the library.

"Remember me what?"

It was raining lightly outside, Song Ji held up an umbrella, and Jiang Zhilu took it over.

The two walked in the rain.

Song Ji said, "I remember your kindness."

The author has something to say: ~ that's the only way.