Oral period

"cold……"

Zhen Xiao was startled, raised his head from the web comics, and suspected that he had heard it wrong—it turned out that it was not an illusion. The source of the voice turned over in a daze, and made a vague hum like a dream, muttering coldly.

No wonder, it was nearly half of September, and the temperature had only dropped not long ago. He was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt, and the fabric at the back of the waist was lifted up by himself in his sleep, exposing a section of his waist—— People are more likely to feel cold when they are asleep, so it is understandable for him to talk in his sleep.

As the only person who could help him at the moment, Zhen Xiao looked at him silently for two seconds, and felt that something should be done, so she got up and walked towards him, intending to pull out the coat she was holding in her arms and use it as a blanket to cover her body.

Speaking of which, isn't there a blanket here... The young man looked around suspiciously, his eyes fell on the sleeping person, and he came up with the answer with some helplessness: the real blanket was balled up and used as a pillow.

He walked to the back of the sofa, bent down, and touched the corner of the coat in the other's arms with his outstretched hand, but suddenly stopped, his eyes were glued to Xia Jingzhe's sleeping side face, and he couldn't move for a while.

The usually cold and irritable person was very quiet when he fell asleep. He hugged his coat and curled up and sank into a corner of the sofa. He fell asleep in a hurry. The rubber band on his head had not been untied, only a few strands of overly long forehead hair scattered Coming down, he covered most of his bright eyebrows and eyes, revealing half of his face was clear and clear, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was having a good dream.

Isn't it cold, how can you still laugh...

Zhen Xiao closed her eyes and suppressed the strange emotions in her heart. She didn't want to disturb the sleeping person rashly and pull out the clothes he was holding tightly. Imagine an explanation that Xia Jingzhe might need after waking up.

Perhaps sensing that someone was approaching, the sleeping teenager suddenly let out a low "huh" and changed from lying on his side to lying on his back. A large and dazzlingly white waist and abdomen.

As thin as imagined, it seems that it can be held in one hand, and the traces of the abdominal muscles can be seen faintly, but it is not very clear.

Zhen Xiao lowered his eyes subconsciously for a look, then quickly looked away as if he was being burned, stretched out his hand to help him straighten his clothes, and listened to the other party's vague complaints, he began to play ridiculous tricks for no reason.

Maybe it was because of that entrustment, or maybe it was because of some inappropriate fantasies, when he came back to his senses, the absurd thought that flashed through his mind had already been uttered: "It's cold... just give me a kiss and I'll give you clothes. "

In normal times, Xia Jingzhe would have reached out and punched him at this time.

However, the person who fell asleep was much more frank than when he was awake. Hearing this, he raised his hand, put his arms around his neck indistinctly, and used his strength to get up and kiss him—the soft touch rubbed against the corner of his mouth, but only for a moment , has been burned along the skin to the root of the ear.

A person who seems to be covered in thorns, but his lips are soft.

What is he doing, what happened...

Kissed on the corner of the mouth by a same-sex person whom he has known for less than a week, and he is still a peer with whom the relationship is not very harmonious. Is his heartbeat necessary to be so fast...

The young man blinked blankly, followed his numb instincts to stand up, covered the man with the coat he had taken off, and pulled the hem of the coat for him perfectly to make sure it fit properly, then walked to the window with complicated emotions, and looked out the window Large sunny days, self-emptying.

Xia Jingzhe had no ghosts in his heart, and he didn't defend against him, he foolishly took the bait with just a word of coaxing, probably really thought it would be harmless to kiss a familiar classmate - what about him, is he also so magnanimous?

From the moment he had a premonition that teasing Xia Jingzhe would be interesting, and he acted on it, was he so frank from the beginning to the end...

Somewhere in the depths of his brain was aching, warning him not to continue thinking, and the chaotic thoughts were forcibly dispelled. The boy lowered his head, pressed against the cold glass window, and sighed heavily and slowly.

Probably not.

"woke up?"

It was about a few minutes before the bell rang for the end of the lunch break, Zhen Xiao glanced at the time, and was about to say "you can sleep for a while", when he met the other party's gaze, he suddenly forgot what was on his lips.

Xia Jingzhe obviously hasn't woken up yet, leaning against the corner of the sofa and staring at him lazily, with his coat still on one shoulder, the corners of his eyes are a little red, and there is a layer of water mist in front of his dark pupils, like a little girl with soft eyes animal.

"Morning..." She didn't seem very conscious either.

"It's almost afternoon," Zhen Xiao rarely taunted him without following the words, thinking that there must be something wrong with him, the mist in the other party's eyes flickered, and his heart fluctuated with the waves, "Go to sleep if you are sleepy, if you have When the teacher asked, I told you that you were not feeling well and you were on leave—anyway, half of the afternoon self-study, you are a thorn, and they would not ask more questions."

Xia Jingzhe looked at him blankly for a while, as if he was digesting what he said, and after a long time, he uttered a few words: "You are the thorn..."

"Well, me too—go to sleep, anyway, you can catch up on sleep when you go back to the classroom."

This time Xia Jingzhe was persuaded, she leaned back as if she had unloaded her bones, and fell back into the sofa.

"By the way," Zhen Xiao walked up to him, pulled off his messy clothes, and said, "I suggest you make good use of your clothes and blankets, otherwise you'll catch a cold—and, the answer to that entrusted question is mine. It’s written on paper, put it under your phone, remember to read it.”

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence as if trying to cover up: "The information found on the Internet should be credible."

Xia Jingzhe let out a dazed "Yeah", and didn't know how much he heard, but he pulled out the blanket under his head obediently, and pulled it obediently——Hands were probably a little soft, and after pulling for a long time, it was too late. Out of order, the blanket was still crumpled.

Outwardly, he is sharp and cold like a knife that strangers should not get close to. After getting acquainted with him, he has a straightforward temper, enthusiasm and irascibility, which is already quite contradictory.

Why didn't I realize that he was more contradictory before, such as now, when the ice floes melted and the fireworks didn't go off, he was just stuck between cold and hot, warm, defenseless, and looked very soft...

It is a kind of cuteness that makes people feel satisfied, and even feels "really so", and cannot be escaped.

Zhen Xiao stood aside, watching him toss with interest, until the bell rang far away from get out of class, and finally realized his conscience, stretched out his hand to help him spread the blanket, and covered him well: "Then I'm leaving, and I'll come back in the evening you."

This time, there wasn't even a tone in response, Xia Jingzhe tilted her head, buried one cheek in the soft coat, and fell asleep.

Xia Jingzhe was awakened by a distant ringtone - she didn't know what time it was when she woke up, and naturally she didn't know what ringtone it was for the first class.He sat up in a daze, his fingers touched the unfamiliar jacket beside him, he was stunned, and his memory slowly came back.

It seemed to be Zhenxiao's clothes... What did the man say to him before he left, he fell into a drowsy sleep and couldn't remember clearly.

He untied the hair rope that had already been displaced, and tidied his sleepy hair casually. With the other hand, he touched a piece of soda candy from the corner of the table, skillfully unwrapped the package and put it in his mouth. He looked at the time, but was distracted by a piece of paper under the phone.

It was a piece of waste paper left over from his draft, with two lines written in the blank space.

"The feeling of being kissed by someone is not terrible, except that it makes the brain go blank without any negative effects. If it is difficult to accept, you can start by kissing the corner of the mouth and proceed step by step."

The neat handwriting seems familiar, and it is undoubtedly from Zhen Xiao's hand-reasonable, but it seems unreasonable.

Do Xueba know this...

Xia Jingzhe raised his eyebrows slightly, read the letter back and forth twice suspiciously, found no problem, it seemed to be an appropriate answer, hesitated for a moment, took the phone, found the client who had just passed the friend application not long ago, and sent this The sentence was entered into the dialog box and sent to the other party.

The notification sounded quickly, but it was not a reply, but a message from the editor in charge of contacting him: "Mr. Xia, we plan to publish the two works you have completed before in the form of a single book, and you need to draw a ten-page The left and right episodes, as well as the cover and promotional pictures."

"Of course, if you don't mind, we can also invite other artists to draw the cover and promotion."

Xia Jingzhe leaned on the sofa, feeding biscuit sticks to her mouth one by one, and was too lazy to type, so she sent a voice: "Don't bother, I'll do it myself."

"Okay! The deadline is at the end of this month, you can take your time and don't worry too much."

The editor is a girl who is not a few years older than him. I heard that she is preparing for a wedding recently, and occasionally reveals this information during the chat.

Xia Jingzhe clicked on her circle of friends, flipped through a few recent photos, looked at the loving couple in the group photo thoughtfully, put down the biscuit in her hand after a long time, switched the chat window to the text input mode, a Word by word: "Editor Chen, I have a question for you."

"You say."

"Do you know what it's like to kiss?"

The person at the other end of the chat window was obviously excited, and typed three exclamation points in a row, accompanied by a series of gaudy bunny dancing emojis: "Mr. Xia, you finally fell in love?!"

"No, just looking for some reference material..."

"Is it necessary for the plot?"

His typing hand paused, but he still typed "um".

"Kiss... It's so shy, it feels a bit like eating cotton candy, it's sweet and soft, but sometimes it feels like being eaten by cotton candy," this time changed to voice input, clear A female voice came from the chat box, with a sweet smile of deep love, "I will not realize the passage of time, it will feel like a dream!"

No wonder I can't find an answer on the Internet. If they are all described in such an abstract way, probably none of them is convincing.

It's not as good as Zhenxiao's simple and crude methodology... Xia Jingzhe muttered in a low voice, not intending to listen to her show affection again, and replied "Thank you, I'm going to draw the original manuscript" and cut out of the chat interface.

Still no reply from the client—presumably still in class.

The sofa is soft, but there is no support. After sleeping for a long time, my whole body is stiff, and my neck is also a little uncomfortable.Xia Jingzhe got up and walked to the window, stretched her arms like a cat, rubbed her cheeks that were scratched by the fabric, and saw the students passing by in the corner of the playground, and then remembered that the time seemed to have passed 05:30, it was eating It's time for dinner.

He lowered his head and bit his hair tie, raised his hand to gather his black hair into a bundle, and planned to tie it up before going downstairs to find a companion who regarded him as a long-term meal ticket—before he combed it completely, there was a sudden sound of the window being locked behind him. The sound of people pushing away seems to be that the other party came to the door first.