break the leg, climb up the bunk

The next morning, Mo Yiqiu came out of the bathroom refreshed, rushed to the balcony to get a towel, wiped off the water stains all over his face, and then stood on the balcony and stretched.

The dormitory they live in is a postgraduate dormitory. The building is no more than four floors high. Both of them are tall, so they chose the top floor. They don't like the feeling of living below and feeling that there are several floors above.

There is a small forest outside the balcony, and there are flagpoles and teaching buildings in the distance. Students of the English department often recite vocabulary in the small forest. In the morning when the weather is good, they can even hear the sound of reciting loudly.

Mo Yiqiu stood by the railing and moved his body, doing simple stretching exercises, and did a condensed and simplified version of Tai Chi, which provoked many girls downstairs to look up.

But he continued to warm up without noticing it. It can be said that, in fact, the girls downstairs who came to memorize vocabulary in the small woods early in the morning were not interested in drinking, but all came for Mo Yiqiu.

Those girls were probably thinking in their hearts, maybe this handsome guy came down from upstairs to see who they fell in love with. It was just a short relationship, and being with such a handsome face like a star for a while, I'm afraid it was also the most beautiful memory.

Mo Yiqiu may have felt those fiery eyes, but he didn't think anyone was so beautiful or handsome except for Xiao Xia. Since childhood, Xiao Xia was his superman, the person who was still lying in bed, had already occupied his whole world.

After finishing the simple exercise, Mo Yiqiu casually put the towel on his shoulders on the clothes hanger, and didn't pay attention to those dazed gazes downstairs. Sometimes, Mo Yiqiu was terribly cold.

Turning around and entering the dormitory, he opened the blue floor-to-ceiling curtains with a slam, letting the sunlight shine into the room from the outside, and then walked to the door to turn off the lights that had been left on all night, and Mo Yiqiu returned to the bedside.

Sure enough, Xiao Xia quickly pulled up the towel to cover her head, so as to avoid the light coming in from the balcony and windows, and continued to sleep soundly as usual.

If there is anything unknown about Zhuang Zixia, staying in bed is definitely a big problem. Zhuang Zixia, who wears so many shining rings, completely subverts the cognition of outsiders when it comes to lingering with the bed.

"Xiao Xia, wake up! You still have class this morning, you didn't go yesterday, if you don't go today, the professor will call the roll... Hurry up! We have to go to breakfast! Hurry up...Xiao Xia, Xiao Xia..."

Mo Yiqiu sat beside the bed on the lower bunk, stretched out his hand and patted the firm buttocks of the person who was sleeping on the stomach, and ate tofu freely. Anyway, he knew that Xiao Xia would never move, so at most, he would arch twice before Slightly tall.

Sure enough, after a few pats, Zhuang Zixia felt harassed. He didn't even show his head in the towel, and he didn't make a sound. He just arched his head under the pillow, as if he was burying himself in the bed.

Mo Yiqiu laughed, Xiaoxia is so cute, the one who gets eaten tofu is obviously her buttocks, what's the use of burying her head!

Watching Xiaoxia bury her head under the pillow, Mo Yiqiu continued to eat tofu, pressed and pinched, patted and poked on that super elastic buttocks, still calling his name, trying hard to get back The bedridden get up.

Of course, this is the most ineffective method. Mo Yiqiu just took advantage of the opportunity to eat tofu for profit. Whenever he didn't make it early in the morning, he had to use several methods to wake Xiaoxia up. He took advantage of the opportunity to eat tofu. , which is also a kind of taste.

"Xiao Xia, if you don't get up again, I'll eat you for breakfast!"

Mo Yiqiu smiled evilly, a pair of warm big hands reluctantly left the rounded place, and turned to attack his waistline, which was almost his weak point, with a beautiful arc, which was incomparable to the thin and fleshless waists of many girls.

In Mo Yiqiu's aesthetic vision, regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl, a waist that is too thin will make people think of a skeleton, and if it is too thick, the person being hugged may be fine, and the person being hugged will feel embarrassed.

Therefore, the arc of Xiao Xia's waist is really beautiful, it is neither so thin that it will break when it is folded, nor is it so thick and powerful that it cannot produce beauty. Mo Yiqiu really loves the arc under his control.

Tough is not rigid, soft but not soft, slippery but not greasy, elastic but not loose, this place is Zhuang Zixia's Achilles' heel, but it is Mo Yiqiu's favorite, every time he sticks his palm here, he feels There is a feeling of palpitations, and even dizziness like drunk.

Unable to control the emotion in his heart, Mo Yiqiu caressed his lover's waist on both sides delicately, rubbing it back and forth, up and down, making Zhuang Zixia tremble like a lice growing on his body, Accompanied by muffled laughter that seemed like a dream but not a dream.

"Humph…"

An unhappy low hum brought back Mo Yiqiu's mind that had fallen into the devil's way again. The low tone of his lover when he was not awake was as elegant and melodious as a cello, which made his heart tremble, as if there was a millipede crawling on the atrium of his heart. Same, unbearably itchy.

Mo Yiqiu just kept on scratching his itch to take the opportunity to eat tofu, but Zhuang Zixia started to move like a big worm, trying to avoid his salty hands, his head was hidden under the pillow, writhing around , seems to want to drill deeper into the bed.

"Hey!"

Mo Yiqiu couldn't help but chuckled, Xiao Xia is really cute, although it would be very painful for Xiao Xia to wake up his lover, but he was happy to see Xiao Xia lying in bed, it seemed that he changed from 21 years old to At the age of two, no matter how you shout or harass, you will only arch under the pillow.

But arching and arching, could it really make a hole in the bed? He didn't believe that Xiao Xia could make a hole and then get in. For this reason, Mo Yiqiu continued to eat tofu unceremoniously, and even put his hands from the towel to the two. Sidetracked in.

I didn’t see the collection yesterday, and I didn’t even come to kiss, so the hasty enthusiasm was greatly reduced~~~Pianzuo, all kinds of requests~