Bend yourself and the great God HE

He just stared at the rearview mirror of the car with nothing in his mind, and Mo Ran smiled slightly under his nose.

As if on purpose, but also as a show off, Mo Ran closed her eyes in satisfaction.

After a long time, Qiao Yun recovered from the suffocation and took a deep breath with his throat tight.

Don't dare to move too much, for fear of disturbing the closed-eyed Mo Ran with his breathing.

As if his heart had just stopped beating, a nest of little rabbits was caught in it, and they kicked him in the chest with both fists and feet.

Plop plop plop—

The driver said: "Two, the Nianjia Hotel has arrived."

Qiao Yun said "Oh" in a daze, and gently pushed Mo Ran: "We're here, let's get out of the car."

Mo Ran moved his head, hugged Qiao Yun's arm tightly: "No, let's go back to school."

ah?Qiao Yun glanced at the driver in embarrassment.

"Be good." He whispered into Mo Ran's ear, "If you go back to school like this, if people see you, you will be on the headlines of the forum tomorrow. You can't be so willful when you're drunk."

"—I don't want to be called a good student."

"No." Mo Ran continued to rub against his neck.

The more he rubbed against each other, Qiao Yun's heart beat faster, as if infected by a strange body temperature, his face felt hot unconsciously.

"Are you going to get out of the car or not?" The driver urged impatiently.

Qiao Yun grabbed Mo Ran's arm and put it around his neck, leaving it alone, ready to help him get out of the car.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran was unsteady and pressed Qiao Yun directly on the back seat of the car.

For a moment, the four eyes met, the tip of the nose touched, and the strange eyes suddenly rippled, with a vague sense of self-evident.

After that, his deep voice was extremely depressed: "Don't go to the hotel, I'm afraid I can't help—"

The lips stick down.

Qiao Yun went straight from dazed to petrified, his whole body was stiff except for his lips.

After a few seconds, Qiao Yun took the initiative to control his lips, pressed his lips against Mo Ran's, and tugged stiffly: "...Master, master, go to the gate of C Dadong."

The driver didn't know that at this moment, some kind of emotion was fermenting in the kiss of his lips in the back seat of the car.

Assuming that the drunk guy was unstable, he held down his brother and asked him to take him back to school. The driver conveniently agreed: "Okay, you two sit down, and I will speed up."

City C at the end of the year is approaching late autumn, especially at night, when the night wind blows people's necks into their clothes.

But Qiao Yun helped Mo Ran on the way back to the dormitory. He wasn't cold at all, but felt his body was hot, and he faintly wanted to take off his coat.

Mo Ran wrapped his coat again and again, and hugged him again, and the two stumbled all the way back to the dormitory building.

Finally, taking advantage of the gap between the housekeeper's uncle going to the toilet, he sneaked up to the fifth floor, but unexpectedly, Qiao Yun was frightened by a black shadow.

Mo Ran reacted quickly, pulled Qiao Yun past him and hid in the laundry room beside him.

Qiao Yun glanced at him. The man was wearing a peaked cap, lowered his head, looked hurriedly, and there was a small black mole at the corner of his mouth, looking around furtively.

Could it be that he sneaked out from another dormitory?

He didn't think much, and Mo Ran opened his coat to block all his sight.

Mo Ran's chin was extremely low, just touching the tip of Qiao Yun's nose.

A breath came again, and Qiao Yun's nerves tensed up.

This guy won't kiss him again, it was his first kiss for 20 years, and it was snatched away by Mo Ran on his birthday.

Strangely enough, he wasn't angry at all.

"You, you won't come again?" Qiao Yun subconsciously clenched his lips, and the little rabbit in his heart began to kick him again.

Mo Ran chuckled softly: "What's the matter again, kiss you?"

Qiao Yun's pupils suddenly opened.

The other party actually said the word kiss so fresh and refined! !

There was no embarrassment on his face.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, soaked in sweetness.

If it weren't for Mo Ran's partner, Qiao Yun would have suspected that the other party liked him, and that kiss was on purpose.

At this time, Mo Ran supported the wall with one hand to stabilize his figure, unbuttoned his shirt with the other hand, quickly tore off the necklace around his neck, and handed it to Qiao Yun.

He smiled again: "I didn't do it on purpose just now, but I couldn't help it, this..." Mo Ran opened his eyes slightly, still drunk, "Here you are."

Qiao Yun was stunned again.

What do you mean? He looked at Mo Ran, then at the necklace in his hand——

Damn, you still tip after kissing?