writing coffee

Hot summer.

The ice drop pot that Xiao Churan gave me finally showed its value again, but the original intention of the sender was not fulfilled—he has never even had a sip of water, let alone ice drops.The person who unwrapped presents together and wanted to give her a bite was already so busy because of the end of the term that he didn't even know what Bingdi was.

In comparison, I can almost be said to be idle.

"Going to travel again, manager?"

The travel books I spread out on the edge of the bar caught the eye of a customer, who returned the empty glass to me, and seemed to be planning to chat for a while before leaving.

"Yeah, but I don't know where to go, let's take a look first." Or wait for someone to finish the exam and ask her where she wants to go.I don't know if Xiao Churan and his wife have time.

"Be early, the batch from the school will be released in a while!" He joked, "The weather is so hot, just go to a cooler place."

I also want to be early, but unfortunately someone has not been released yet. "Go to Antarctica to see penguins?"

"That's going to be cold, okay?" He was already familiar enough to give me a glance, "Let's go to Tibet!"

"why?"

"I've always wanted to go, but I can't, store manager, go and see the beautiful scenery of the plateau for me!" The last word was said impassionedly, as if participating in a speech contest.

I was amused by him, and stopped immediately, waved my hand impatiently, "After drinking coffee, hurry up, don't affect my business!"

As he walked, he turned his head and warned: "Don't go too long, store manager, I can't live without coffee for a week!"

"Goodbye~"

Tibet...it seems to be okay, self-driving tour for ten days and half a month, you can consider it.

So in the next half a month, I continued to make some self-driving tour guides one after another. Xiao Churan and Maizi's time is not yet determined, and I don't know if we can go together when the time comes.

Finally, after Qianli finished the exam, Uncle Xiao invited us to their house for dinner in the name of celebrating her holiday, and said that he would cook for us himself.

Qianli covered her mouth and said in a volume that four people could hear, "With Uncle Xiao's thick skin, I can't tell whether it's a joke or blowing water. What do you think, Murong?"

I looked at Aunt Maizi, "Do you want to save him some face?"

Auntie Maizi looked puzzled about "what is face", so I replied: "If you, Uncle Xiao, cook by yourself, then we'd better go home and eat our own."

Uncle Xiao frowned and covered his heart, but he couldn't refute, because what I said was the truth.

In the end, it turned out that Qianli served as the chef for the meal, Auntie Maizi assisted, Uncle Xiao was not even qualified to start, and I, from the beginning to the end, stood by and enjoyed the success.

When the dishes were all served on the table, Xiao Churan's eyes widened, and he looked at me with a look of envy mixed with hatred, his face was full of heartache for me, a lazy rascal who picked up a big bargain for no reason. .

However, I didn't have time to talk to him, because I was no less surprised than him at all.

In some respects, I am a person whose life is very simple to boring, without any pursuit or curiosity.When it comes to eating, Xiao Churan once said that when he saw me eating, he felt that I was just trying to survive.Ha ha.So I usually cook very simple, and the things I like to eat are also very simple, so although Qianli cooks at my house quite often, I have never seen such a battle—I I can't even name the dishes on the table...

I thought she was also a person who was used to "rough tea and light food", but I didn't expect that she was just accommodating my habit.

"Hey, what's the matter with this plate of green leaves? Did you serve the wrong dish?" Xiao Churan pointed at the clean plate of sweet potato leaves that Maizi had just brought up, and said with disgust.

The pile of vegetable leaves was spread on the clean white ceramic plate, not stained with any oil, obviously just scalded with boiling water, it looked green and boring, it was normal for him to dislike it.

At this time, Qianli came out of the kitchen, holding a palm-sized seasoning bowl in her hand, walked to the table, and poured the steaming sauce on the plate of sweet potato leaves, and the aroma immediately overflowed.

"Murong likes to eat this." She said.

I sniffed contentedly and gave her a big smile without hesitation.

"Tsk!" Xiao Churan commented sourly, "What do you like?"

Qianli paused when she turned back to the kitchen, she glared at her Uncle Xiao, "What do you think I am?"

Uncle Xiao was stunned, and Auntie Maizi burst out laughing. Then he came back to his senses and said slowly: "You are the most tasteful one of her few hobbies."

Qianli replied with a smile: "Oh, she is my only hobby."

……boring.

"Hahahahaha!" Maizi hammered the table.

Xiao Churan clasped his fists: "Be willing to bow down!"

I picked up the chopsticks, "You talk, I'll eat first."

So, after a meal, we talked nonsense, made noise, and drank two bottles of red wine—the three of them drank, Auntie Maizi was a little drunk, and the other two seemed to be okay—in the end, both Qianli and I When I got home, I took a shower and sat on the bed in a daze, only to realize that I didn't mention anything about my driving tour.

"Blow my hair, Murong~" Someone came out of the bathroom, with a head of wet long hair, rubbed it with a towel a few times, sat down next to me, and arched a head of wet hair on me, I was forced to sniff the fragrance, like a bunch of flowers that have been drenched by heavy rain.

"Hey~ Don't drip the water on the bed," I pushed her.

She stood up, carefully sucked the water droplets on her hair, then hung the towel around her neck, and rushed over again.

"Nah, Murong~Murong~ blow my hair..."

Well, it's annoying.

"What should I show you?"

She happily ran back to the bathroom to get the hair dryer.

This guy has a problem with letting people blow their hair, that is, he has to sit in front of the mirror and look at it, and he doesn't care if I am tired from standing.When she blows by herself, she always blows with her eyes closed. Seeing that her long hair feels good, I don't bother to make fun of her.

In the middle of the blowing, someone suddenly turned around, hugged my waist tightly, and raised his face, smiling triumphantly.

"What are you doing again?" Why have you been sticky all night, aren't you drunk?

But she replied confidently and clearly: "You can also blow like this, you continue!"

Fine.

"Okay." After blowing for a while, I turned off the hair dryer, broke away from her hand, took the things back to the bathroom and put them away. When I came out, I saw that guy was still sitting on the chair, with his arms open towards me. The look of trying hard to beg for a hug.

I'm not used to her.

I went straight to the bed and was about to sit down, when suddenly there was wind behind me, and when I realized it, I was thrown onto the bed by a certain bear.

I laughed angrily at her, turned over with difficulty under her arms, raised my hand and tugged at her cheek, "Don't you know how heavy you are?"

I seriously doubt this guy is drunk.

"You just said a few days ago that I don't have a few catties. Now you know that I am very important!" She was lying on top of me, but she propped up a little when she turned over just now. Now that she finished speaking, she was under heavy pressure again. Come down, and move around honestly.

Although this guy is not tall and doesn't weigh a few catties, there is still some flesh growing where it should be. At this moment, in my arms, it can be called soft jade and warm fragrance.

So I held her head without hesitation and gave her a wet kiss.

"Mmm... um... Mu..." I didn't expect this guy to start struggling!This is... playing hard to get?Want to refuse or welcome?

I let go of her lips, she panted, her eyes were clear, "Murong, I have something to tell you..."

She still has my saliva on her lips when she says this, and it could be her own, but who cares?I clasped her head again and kissed her, turned over and pressed her under me, and reached in with one hand from the hem of her pajamas, aiming to touch her belly/button/eye.

She shuddered/shuddered.

I let out a muffled laugh in my chest, it's so cute and sensitive.The fingers continued to move upwards... suddenly they were firmly grasped.

I let go of her lips, stretched my body a distance away, and looked down at her with squinted eyes.

"Murong..." She panted slightly, and said cautiously, "I want to discuss something with you—aha...um..."

I've lost patience, my right hand broke free from her grip, turned sharply down, and covered her last piece of restraint, my middle finger touched a bulge, and rubbed slowly through the last layer of thin fabric like a cicada's wing.

"Murong...Murong..." She put her arms around my neck tightly and finally gave up struggling.

But I suddenly didn't want to do what she wanted, so I pulled out my right hand, held her face instead, and kissed her lips heavily again.

Of all the intimacy, I'm most addicted to kissing Chirika.I like her hugging my neck tightly, the sweetness exchanged in her mouth is better than countless spring rains and dews in the sky and the earth, and I like how she is always soft in my arms, innocent and dependent like a baby.

Just like this moment.

I licked the corners of her mouth, rubbed the tip of my nose against hers, touched her eyelids with my lips, and then opened a little distance, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you discussing?"

"...Huh?" Her eyes were moist, like a layer of mist, and she looked at me blankly.

"Heh, don't you have something to discuss with me?" I gently stroked her moist lower lip with my thumb, not knowing whether to wipe or smear it, "What's the matter?"

She frowned and frowned angrily, then smashed the jar, raised her mouth and bit my neck gently.

"呲-"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow..."

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Haha, I was locked just now, try again...