I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Song Qiulin didn't think much about it at first, and after holding Wen Yu's forehead to stop the bleeding, he said, "Why are you so worrying."

Let Wen Ziyang say that Wen Yu must be used to it, even if it was Jiang Jiang and Wen Liu, she could smile at will, but from Song Qiulin's mouth, she felt ambiguous.

Maybe it's because of the fluffy tone.

Or because of the pile of yellow waste in the head.

After reading Qiu Na's book, she had a colorful dream all night. She became the protagonist of the book being "bullied". She was ashamed and annoyed. During the struggle, she opened it and saw that it was Song Qiulin, who woke her up from the shock.

It is probably because of this reason that he lacked sleep, and just fell asleep at Song Qiulin's house unpreparedly.

"Why don't you just wake me up?"

"Seeing that you slept soundly, you didn't disturb me." Song Qiulin said, "When you were asleep, your personal doctor came to give you a vaccine and prescribed some ointment. Remember to apply it when you take it home."

"What kind of ointment should be applied to the broken skin?" Fortunately, the injection was given while she was asleep, otherwise she would definitely not be willing to take her to the hospital for an injection.

I remember several vaccinations when I was a child. It was forced by several adults to hold her down.

Wen Yu said that he was going to get out of bed, but found that he was not wearing any pants.

Song Qiulin saw her pulling the quilt to look at him, looking at him like a hooligan, and smiled helplessly, "I took off my trousers, it's easy to catch cold when I sleep in them."

"Forget it." Wen Yu muttered, it was not clean to go to bed wearing outer pants, "Where are my clothes?"

"Hung up."

Song Qiulin brought her the clothes, then closed the door and left with great interest.

Wen Yu kicked his legs and put on his pants, took two steps out and then thought about coming back, lifting Song Qiulin to straighten the quilt in a strange way.

"It's cheap for you. I haven't folded the quilt myself at home." She always made a pile at random, and unless Wen Ziyang couldn't stand it and helped fold the quilt, the quilt would never have a shape.

The phone was fully charged when he fell asleep. Wen Yu pulled out the charging head, but suddenly felt that the phone felt weird to the touch.

She specially bought a thin and light phone case, just to get close to the touch of the bare phone, but now there is a small bump on the back of the phone, which makes it uncomfortable to touch.

She opened the phone case to see if there was something accidentally stuck in it, but a piece of paper fell out from the interlayer between the back of the phone and the phone case.

【Want to know what the real Song Qiulin looks like? 】

A string of phone numbers was left below, and there was no signature or anything.

"mischief?"

Turn it over and see that there is a line of writing on the back.

[The top of the white cabinet on the left side of the bathroom, if you have seen the contents, you will believe me. 】

Wen Yu shook his head, almost amused by the note, it was probably a prank.

Just about to throw away the paper, he hesitated again.

The top of the white cabinet on the left side of the bathroom...

Even if she lived in this room with a cat's soft body for three consecutive nights, she didn't remember the color of the bathroom cabinet. It is indeed doubtful that this person can know this place so well.

Unless she also lives here, as far as she knows, only Song Qiulin and Song Zhou live in this house, and there is absolutely no third person.

And her cell phone is only in Song Qiulin's place for such a short time, the person who can put a piece of paper in it has to be in close contact.

Just take a look, anyway, there will be no less meat.

Opening the bathroom door, there was indeed the cabinet she mentioned. The cat was too short, and Wen Yu really couldn't notice it without looking up.

She stood on tiptoe and opened the cabinet door.

Probably because the owner seldom used it, the cabinet door trembled and made a "squeak" sound when it was opened, and then a familiar smell rushed over, instantly invading Wen Yu's sense of smell completely.

With a slip of her hand, the black bottle fell to the tiled floor of the bathroom, and fragments fell all over the floor, some of which scratched her bare instep.

Song Qiulin came in by hearing this voice.

She calculated the time for Wen Yu to change clothes and came back, but found that no one was on the bed, the quilt was neatly folded, and the room was empty.

Then I heard a crisp sound from the bathroom, like broken glass, accompanied by a muffled hum.

When she rushed into the bathroom, she saw Wen Yu's face was flushed red, his hands were weakly propped on the sink, his teeth bit his lower lip fiercely, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Song Qiulin's eyes fell on the ground, she recognized the perfume bottle, it was the one she picked out yesterday.

Now it shattered all over the ground, and the thick aroma instantly filled the small and airless space.

"Hmm..." Wen Yu shook his head, the arms supporting his body began to tremble, and his knees seemed to lose strength and gradually knelt down on the ground.

At this time, a pair of arms supported her waist, and the people behind her circled her body and hugged her out.

"call……"

After leaving the bathroom, Wen Yu felt better.

Song Qiulin gently put her on the bed, and she quickly turned around to take a deep breath, breathing heavily, as if her throat was an old bellows.

The little amount that she smelled inadvertently emitted from her school uniform before was enough to make her lose her mind, let alone smashing down a whole bottle.

Wen Yu scratched her throat with her fingers. The dry mouth seemed to come from deep inside her body, and she couldn't relieve it no matter how much she scratched.

Song Qiulin looked at Wen Yu in front of him, his almond eyes were covered with mist, his eyebrows furrowed unbearably, his lips opened and closed as if he wanted to tell something, but he couldn't because of his hoarse voice.

She bought the perfume herself, and she checked the information in advance. How could Wen Yu not know what the consequences would be if she smelled it.

It's just that she didn't expect that Wen Yu would break the bottle by himself, destroying the plan that should have been well organized, and things became unpredictable.

Song Qiulin could only feel annoyed at this time, she didn't inquire about the solution in advance...

The amount this time might not be solved by a simple hug or kiss, and Miao Jingqing couldn't be fed directly into Wen Yu's current human body.

Feeling helpless, for the first time in my life.

"Song Qiulin..." Wen Yu called out hoarsely with his head down, faintly as if trying to pull the soul out of his body.

Song Qiulin's back tightened, and he turned around to find that Wen Yu had pulled off his collar at some point. He was kneeling, with his hands and feet propped up on the bed, his waist slumped, his neck protruding, and his body was shaped like a big cat. .

Song Qiulin's eyes were focused on her bright red lips. Under her gaze, Wen Yu stretched out his tongue to moisten the dry lips, then raised his cat's eyes and looked directly at her, "Come here."

Song Qiulin frowned and was thinking about a solution, but Wen Yu found that she didn't respond, so he opened his arms and rushed up, hanging on her body.

She had no choice but to stretch out her hand to hold it, the hot body in her arms was transmitted through the thin fabric, and her breathing sank.

This time, Wen Yu no longer acted like an ignorant little girl, her face was not anxious, but rather confident, as if she knew that the person in front of her could not escape her grasp.

The distance between the two gradually shortened, and the warm breath intertwined together, which made the scent of the other party more vivid, and tightly wrapped her around and tightened her grip.

Song Qiulin looked away with difficulty, but underestimated Wen Yu's ability, the matter was more difficult than she imagined.

Overnight, the girl seemed to have learned these things without a teacher, without staggering temptations and timid resistance, she became bold, direct, and began to be overwhelming.

Song Qiulin grabbed her hand, which had nowhere to rest, with considerable strength, and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop."

This little warning didn't work for Wen Yu at all. She raised her chin, her soft hair drooping down her head, then she tilted her head, her eyes drooped, and she covered her eyes, "Speaking of what you say, have you heard of this word?"

She was referring to what Song Qiulin once said, no matter what happens, she will spend it with her.

But at that time, I didn't expect such an accident to happen.

Song Qiulin suppressed the raging fire in his heart, grabbed the slender wrist, and fixed him back safely.

"I said, don't move."

"I don't." The voice of the person on the bed was a little aggrieved. The suppressed pain before broke out. Her disheveled hair fell on her face, and the moisture in her eyes became thicker. She took a painful breath and whispered, "I'm uncomfortable."

Song Qiulin's heart contracted violently, as if a sharp claw was digging into her chest and wantonly ravaging that fragile organ.

But why didn't she feel uncomfortable?

Patience has never been so difficult.

The most terrible thing, she vaguely knew that if she continued, she would definitely not have the willpower to step on the brakes.

"May I find a doctor for you?" Song Qiulin tried to coax her.

The girl shook her head, what was said in her eyes was clearly conveyed.

Song Qiulin knew what she wanted.

"Don't regret it." She sighed low, like a compromise.

When the lips that had been peeping for a long time finally touched her, Wen Yu, like a hungry traveler in the desert, worked hard to raise his body to get close to her.

The jumping and intertwined flames danced with [beep——], and the clothes on the carpet were piled up one by one, intertwined with each other.

……

"Well……"

The amount of sleep in the day forcibly exceeded the standard, which made Wen Yu a little confused when she woke up again. Before the memory flooded back, she thought it was already the next day.

After all, with the curtains drawn, she couldn't even tell the difference between day and night.

Lifting the quilt and taking a look, she seemed to have taken a bath, her skin was very dry and glowed with the clear fragrance she was most familiar with, and the pajamas she was wearing didn't seem to be her own.

This style of pajamas...she had seen several similar ones in Song Qiulin's closet.

She seems to have this habit of buying several pieces of the same style in different colors and changing them.

etc!Did she overlook something important.

Scraps of paper, bathroom, broken perfume bottle, out-of-control self...

This time the eruption was more ferocious than any previous one, almost exhausting her physical strength, even now she touched her heart and it seemed that the beating frequency was not normal.

She struggled to get out of the quilt and went to find her heart monitor in her schoolbag.

"Drip drip-"

As soon as he put it on, an alarm sounded, Wen Yu hurriedly took it off again, then put his hand on his heart with a blank face, and gulped two mouthfuls of air.

Breathing is smooth, there is no pain in the chest cavity, and everything feels normal.

"The detector is broken?"

But now is obviously not the best time to solve this question.

Song Qiulin came in with hot milk, his expression unwavering, and the button of the home clothes that had been opened at the beginning had been rigorously buttoned to the top, which made her feel a little bit of trying to hide it.

The embarrassing feeling of curling up his fingers and toes swept Wen Yu's whole body in an instant.

What did she do just now, or what did they do just now, the memory is intermittent, and she herself is not sure whether it is true or not.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Song Qiulin handed her the cup.

"Thank you, thank you..." Wen Yu's outstretched right hand trembled a little, and she quickly changed the position of holding the glass with both hands, worried that the milk would spill.

The ancients said that change should be the same, and the enemy will not move and we will not move. She had to wait for Song Qiulin to mention the matter just now before she knew how to continue the conversation.