about i love you

He hugged my neck back and kissed it lightly. I lay there motionless and felt very tired. I was tired at first, but I became even more tired after sleeping. It is hot in summer and I am prone to sleepiness.

After a pause, I stood up and rubbed my hair. The school said that the students in one class will have a class meeting tonight. I thought about it. No matter what to do at this time, they are usually in the same dormitory. I will arrive in the afternoon If I go to school, even if I don’t live in the dormitory, I still have my place. First of all, I need to get along with the people in the dormitory for four years.

After getting up and washing up, I saw the dishes on the table. I took his hand and brought him to the table, let him sit next to me, and specially brought the dishes he likes to him. He was a little puzzled looked at me, as if not knowing what I was going to do.

I pushed the food in front of him, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, and said silently, "Thank you for being with me."

I haven't contacted my parents for a long time. After I got here, they didn't ask me how I was doing, whether I had packed up, and whether I was suitable for the environment here.

I'm not a child anymore, but my heart is empty, I thought they would also ask for warmth.

In the end, only Wen Mengliang was by my side all the time, helping me with everything, doing everything for me, he was so kind to me, really, I really think so.

He turned his head slightly, and stood up a little.

Put your legs on the chair, in a half-squat position, hold my neck with your hands, kiss my face carefully, from forehead to eyes, then to nose, and then to mouth, gently touch patiently, and sometimes stick out your tongue After licking it lightly, I let go of a hand that was holding him, took a piece of food with chopsticks, and sent it to his mouth.

He raised his head and ate it, his eyes were slightly wet, and he wanted to stick his whole body to me.

He really loves me.

I kissed him back on the eyes and told him to sit down and eat quietly.

"Don't you have to go to work?"

After eating, he washed the dishes and sat at the desk to read. I took a piece of paper to write on and showed him.

He wrote back: No need today, go tomorrow.

I nodded, walked to the computer, and turned on the computer.

Wen Mengliang was sitting not far from me when the news popped up, his hair had grown long, and because of the hot weather, he tied it up on top of his head.

Little raccoon: He Su, I have something to tell you.

Don't talk: are you still there?

I asked a question, Wen Mengliang was reading a book, so he would definitely not log in, so the one who is logged in now must be the original owner of the account.

Little raccoon: I'm here, where is He Su and Meng Liang?

Don't talk: reading a book, who are you?

Little raccoon: I'm Wen Menghan, Meng Liang's older sister, don't tell Meng Liang that we talked, fuck, don't say anything anyway.

I replied coldly: I'm not as free as you, but you tell me what's going on.

Little raccoon: This is my account. Meng Liang said he didn’t have an account and wanted to play, so I agreed without thinking too much, but I accidentally saw your chat records that time. You are right, He Su, you killed me. People's ability is not shallow.

I leaned lazily on the back of the chair and looked in Wen Mengliang's direction, hey, your sister said I hurt you, do you think I hurt you?

I squinted and stared at him, and he subconsciously smiled at me, a strand of soft hair hanging down, blocking his eyes.

I sent a message to the little raccoon: Sorry, I still have something to do, goodbye.

Before she could reply, I canceled my account. This older sister is stupid enough to believe what my younger brother says, but it also shows that she loves Meng Liang. It seems that the relationship between the two is not as rigid as I thought. I turned off the computer , walked to Wen Mengliang's side.

He was sitting, but when he saw me pass by, he stood up, closed the book, and put his hands on the seams of his trousers.

He was wearing a yellow short sleeve and a pair of big shorts underneath. Taking advantage of the tender skin on his legs and the marks I left yesterday, I held his shoulders and pulled the little rubber band that tied his hair. down.

Then said to him, "The hair is too long, let me cut it for you."

He frowned, took a step back, and then sat on the chair, with no place to retreat.

I asked again, "What's wrong? Can't you?"

He nodded, saw my face change, and shook his head again.

Satisfied, I pulled him up and headed to the bathroom, where there was a large standing mirror, which was more convenient.

I really want to cut his hair right now, it's so long and looks like a girl, it annoys me very much.

Holding the scissors in my hand, I made gestures on his head a few times, thinking, a crew cut would do, or a hairstyle would do, as long as it was shorter.

He didn't dare to look at me, he lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. I pinched the back of his neck and asked him to raise his head.

The mirror is very clear. He is sitting on a stool with his feet crossed together. His eyes are full of confused colors. I lean behind him, lean on top of his head, and kiss his hair. When he smiles, his beautiful eyes are narrowed. In one place.

Then I started cutting, a pair of scissors danced around, but I didn't cut much hair, I was a little bit stuck, the hair was very soft, and the texture was very comfortable. After a while, I took the comb and cut it I combed through my own works.

It was a mess.

I frowned, looked at my hands speechlessly, and used the scissors in my hand again. Did I really cut the dog-like hair?

Incredible.

He also pursed his lips and looked in the mirror, seeming a little angry.

Seeing that I wasn't moving, I gently tugged at my sleeves. I was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Let's go to the barber shop."

It was broken by me playing.

I put the mirror on the sink and took him out. Before going out, I specially made him a hat to put on.

He kept pursing his lips and didn't speak, and I also felt that I was quite wrong. When I went out, I secretly kissed him on the lips, and he turned his head to avoid me, blushing.

I don't know if it's because of the heat or what.

It rained last night, and today all the leaves are green, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the roadside show signs of blooming.

We were new here, and we didn’t know where the best place to cut our hair was. After walking for a while, we saw a barber shop, so we went in directly, and it was enough to get a haircut, not for styling.

After entering, a boy about 20 years old greeted him and asked, "Come on, sit down, which one of you will cut it, or should you cut it together?"

I took the hat off Wen Mengliang's head and said, "He cut it off, he can't talk, so don't ask him."

The boy laughed immediately, but when he heard my last sentence, he flashed an unbearable look, asked Wen Mengliang to sit down, and said to me, "What kind of hair cut?"

I looked around, and I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say just cut it casually, but I accidentally saw the shape hanging on the wall, and my eyes were attracted to it.

I pointed to one of them and said, "Can it be cut like this?"

The boy looked at the direction I was pointing at, and then at Wen Mengliang's face, as if he was studying whether his face shape is suitable or not. Well, you don't need to read, my Mengliang melon-seeded face is suitable for everything.

Hey, actually, I haven't really researched this, and I don't know what his face shape is, but he looks quite pleasing to the eye.

The boy looked at it for a while and said, "Okay. It's quite suitable, so I cut it? I don't need to ask him?"

Wen Mengliang Xu Shizheng kept his head down in embarrassment at the moment, so I made up an idea for him without knowing it.

We were walking on the road, and he grabbed the hat and wanted to put it on his head again, but I took the hat away.

He rubbed his hair and looked at me rather helplessly.

I smiled and said, "That's pretty nice. Really, no need to wear a hat."

I cut his head like a melon shell, which is really funny.

Haha.

I put the hat on my head, brushed his freshly washed fluffy hair, looked at his small face under the hair, still very immature, very different from before, just when I looked at me It's still timid, but it's good like this, it's fine if it stays like this.

He wasn't used to his new hairstyle, and when he got home, he stayed in the bedroom and didn't know what he was doing with his phone.

I took out my mobile phone to log in, and the computer was checking our school's homepage, so I didn't want to use the computer to log in.

Don't talk: Wife, why are you ignoring me?

Raccoon: Huh?No.

Don't talk: you haven't spoken to me for seventeen hours.

Little raccoon: Well, give me a hug from my husband.

Don't talk: don't hug, kiss.

Little Raccoon: Well, dear.

The school's enrollment brochure and various plans quickly slid in front of me. I clicked on the options of departments, chose the School of Computer Science, and clicked in directly. The introduction of the faculty of the school is very clear. The school is not very good. They are generally Ph. D., and there are not many professor positions. I read it a few times, but I didn't understand it, so I turned off the computer interface.

Glancing at the phone, he replied with a smile: Husband wants to check the information, wife can play by herself, bye.

Without looking at my phone again, I searched for names with deep roots in love.

Feeling suddenly frightened, his "Avatar" suddenly became popular. After searching, various encyclopedias, various studies and various comments.

After such a long time, he suddenly became a great god. I watched with great interest the deep-rooted and brain-dead fan who jumped up and down. I always felt that there was some relationship between these two people. I don’t know if I was thinking too much. .

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I was having a lot of fun flipping through the webpage until Wen Mengliang pushed my shoulder.

He pointed to the time in the lower right corner of the computer. It was already past three o'clock. Yes, I originally wanted to go to school to establish a good relationship with my roommate. I told Wen Mengliang about this, thanks to him for remembering.

I stood up and wanted to turn off the computer, but thought he would still use it, so I didn't.

His eyes flickered for a moment, and I always felt that he was a little disappointed. Looking at his melon-like head, I couldn't help laughing again, and leaned over to kiss his eyes.

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