A weak attack dog blood essay

He Juan set the alarm clock to get up at six o'clock.

He decided to exercise for half an hour every morning starting today before going to study.

After getting dressed, He Juan walked to the balcony, only to find that it had snowed heavily last night, and the garden path facing the balcony was covered with a layer of white.

He looked at it for a while, thinking that there should be enough snow for him to build a snowman.

You must know that in his previous life he had only seen snowmen in text images and online videos, and had never made one by himself.

When Xia Sen woke up, he went to the balcony and thought he saw an elf.

It was snowing in the sky at some point. The boy was wearing a ginger sweater and fingerless gloves, and he was kneading the snow into balls very seriously.

A thin layer of snow soon fell on his scarf, and he stretched out his red fingertips to wipe off the snow little by little, his eyes were as bright as stars falling.

Xia Sen's eyes gradually softened, and he stood quietly on the balcony, feeling that the boy in the snow was the real scenery.

He Juan seriously built a snowman, his hands were already hot, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his round finished product, and took a photo.

After the shooting, he felt that there was still something not perfect. After thinking for a while, he took off his slightly wet scarf and put it on the snowman.

When his fingertips touched the snowman, a sharp pain spread from his stiff fingers all the way to his heart. His movements paused for two seconds, and he stood up calmly when the pain that seemed to pierce his bone marrow subsided. , but the chill all over his body became more and more obvious.

He quietly looked at the snowman he built for a while, and the starlight in his eyes gradually faded.

Xia Sen, who was standing on the balcony, frowned fiercely at this moment. He always felt that He Juan's back suddenly looked extremely cold and silent. He was clearly standing there, but he was out of tune with the surrounding world, as if separated by a glass cover.

He moved his footsteps slightly, but before he could make a move, another person in a black coat appeared in his sight, and the boy who seemed to have melted the frost and snow was immediately drawn back into this world.

Fu Xian rushed to Xia's villa early. He was going to call He Juan, but when he walked to the garden, he saw He Juan standing in the light snow wearing only a ginger sweater from a distance.

He was not far away from He Juan, and he could clearly see his expression. At that moment, a sense of horror suddenly crept into Fu Xian's heart. He stared at He Juan, but still felt that he couldn't grasp him.

Fu Xian approached He Juan almost eagerly, and as soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw the young man's frost-white fingertips were flushed at the moment, and he didn't even want to stretch out his hands to wrap the young man's hands in his palms, and the moment they touched each other, Fu Xian Only then did his heart stabilize slightly, and he settled down: "Why are you wearing so little?"

He Juan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fine snow fell on the back of Fu Xian's hand. The warm hand quickly turned the snow into water droplets. He Juan stared quietly, seeing that the water droplets were about to flow down the back of his hand When it fell, his hand was locked in the warm palm, and he lowered his head without hesitation, licking away the melted water drops.

The back of the warm hand holding him trembled violently, and Fu Xian's hoarse voice sounded: "Ah Juan, what are you doing?"

Only then did He Juan come back to his senses, his eyes were a little flustered, the rosy color spread over his jade-colored cheeks, after a while he said slowly: "Snow fell on my hands."

After he finished speaking, his shoulders sank, the black coat wrapped him tightly, his cold body gradually warmed up, and Fu Xian's breath was all over his body.

"Go back and change, let's go to the library."

He Juan struggled a bit, recalling his exercise plan that died this morning: "I haven't taken a walk yet."

Fu Xian was rarely puzzled, he had already noticed that He Juan's thinking was a little slow at this time, and he didn't know the reason.

But in his heart, he felt that this kind of He Juan was also very cute. He put on his coat patiently, and the young man raised his hand obediently, allowing Fu Xian to move.

Fu Xian's heart became softer, and he softly praised the stunned young man: "Ah Juan is so good."

Then he coaxed the boy again: "The driver will put us down in advance later, and we will walk to the library as a walk."

Fu Xian's words circled in his mind, and He Juan thought about it for a while and thought it was okay, so he nodded, feeling that it would be impolite not to speak, and replied, "Okay."

On the balcony, Xia Sen had a trace of hostility between his brows.He is a man, and he didn't think in this direction before, but just now the atmosphere between the two of them in the garden was really ambiguous, Fu Xian's eyes seemed to eat his cousin, how could Xia Sen not know what Fu Xian was thinking?

He had also heard that the young master of so-and-so's family liked men before, and he listened to it as gossip at that time, but now that this matter really fell on his younger brother, he was furious, and felt that Fu Xian was the most despicable person.

But after spending one night with him, he fell in love with this bright-eyed cousin.

He knew in his heart that He Juan would never be able to play against the heir that the Fu family had carefully cultivated for 18 years.

He had to find a way to separate the two.

Thinking of this, Xia Sen hesitated for a while. He just saw He Juan take the initiative to kiss Fu Xian. Maybe his cousin has feelings for Fu Xian, so his methods should not be too violent, otherwise it will promote their relationship in the end. emotion.

Of course Xia Sen didn't think there was anything wrong with this matter. Fu Xian must have coaxed his cousin because he saw his good looks.

He Juan took off his snow-wet sweater, changed into dry clothes, and checked the time, it was a quarter past seven.

Fu Xian was waiting for him on the sofa in the living room. When he came down, he saw Xia Sen sitting not far from Fu Xian, and seemed to be talking to Fu Xian.

When the two saw He Juan, they stopped chatting together. Xia Sen quickly got up, stepped forward, and put his arms around He Juan's shoulders.

But the arm was just lying there, and he didn't use any force: "You came down, and breakfast just happened to be ready. You can go to the library after breakfast."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fu Xian with a fake smile: "Master Fu must have already eaten at home, so I won't ask you to come with me."

Fu Xian sat calmly, clearly Xia Sen was condescending, but he didn't lose his momentum at all, he didn't look at Xia Sen, but at He Juan: "I'm going to take you to have breakfast next to the library, there A new noodle restaurant has opened, and I heard it tastes good."

He Juan's eyes moved a little. The Xia's family served a Western-style breakfast, which was served cold on the table. He Juan didn't like it, but he felt that he was a guest, so he ate whatever he wanted.

After he drank the milk at the dining table yesterday morning, his stomach ached a little in the morning.He cannot drink milk on an empty stomach in the morning.

Fu Xian said again: "We can walk over to eat noodles after getting off the car, and then go to the library after eating."

He Juan thought that not only could he complete today's exercise plan, but he could also step on the snow. He turned his head to look at Xia Sen, and began to organize his words in his heart.

He didn't speak, but the longing was clearly in his eyes, which made Xia Sen reluctant to let him down.He felt that Fu Xian was cunning in his heart, so in the end he could only grab his cheek severely.

Although the young man was very thin and seemed to be broken when folded, the flesh on his cheeks was soft and delicate. Xia Sen was a little addicted to pinching, but let go after seeing his cheeks turn red quickly: "Why are you so delicate? It turns red when you touch it?"

He Juan was pinched and accused, but he pursed his lips and did not speak.

Xia Sen, who was rebellious outside, had a funny look in his eyes at this moment: "Don't be angry, how did yesterday's blueberry cake taste? I'll bring it to you tonight."

That cake was indeed delicious, He Juan paused for a moment, turned the words around in his mind, and then nodded reservedly.

Fu Xian watched the interaction between the two, his brows turned cold, he walked up to He Juan, took his hand, and made a protective gesture calmly: "Then I will take Ah Juan to the library, cousin .”

Xia Sen's previously soft eyes sharpened now, he glanced at Fu Xian and sneered, "Who is your cousin?"

Fu Xian was calm: "You are Ah Juan's cousin, I have such a good relationship with Ah Juan, I should call you cousin."

Sima Zhao's heart.

Xia Sen cast aside in his heart.

He Juan followed Fu Xian into the car, and the moment he bent over, it felt like a needle had stabbed his heart hard. He paused for two seconds before he sat in naturally, but his lips quietly became paler.

Fu Xian fulfilled his promise and asked the driver to pull over at a traffic light away from the library. The two walked down with their schoolbags on their backs. Fu Xian glanced at He Juan's schoolbag: "I'll carry it for you."

He Juan refused, he wanted to recite it by himself.

The two of them walked for a while. He Juan was already wearing a lot of clothes, and his schoolbag was not light. Now it seemed to have been shot, and it became heavier. His shoulders were already a little sore, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his back. , but the body finally has a little heat.

At this moment, his shoulders suddenly loosened, and Fu Xian couldn't help but take off his schoolbag.

He Juan looked at Fu Xian silently, and Fu Xian said calmly, "I'm going to the noodle shop soon, I'll help you get it for a while."

This sentence makes sense, He Juan nodded, and said: "Next time I will help you recite it too."

Fu Xian responded, "Okay."

It is really comforting to eat a bowl of hot noodles in the cold winter.

When the two of them came out, He Juan held a cup of soy milk in his hand, and sucked it seriously.It is obviously an ordinary food, but He Juan is like a kitten protecting the food, making people feel that the soy milk in his hand is particularly delicious.

The two walked for a while, and after crossing the overpass to the library, Fu Xian suddenly said, "I'm a little thirsty."

He Juan was very concerned about Fu Xian: "I have water in my schoolbag."

Fu Xian lowered his eyes to conceal the darkness in his eyes: "Trouble."

He Juan held the soy milk in one hand, and reached for the schoolbag in Fu Xian's hand: "It's okay, I'll get it."

A hint of annoyance flashed across Fu Xian's eyes, and he finally reminded, "Have you finished the soy milk in your hand?"

He Juan replied subconsciously: "I haven't finished drinking."

Then he suddenly realized: "Then, do you want to drink soy milk?"

Fu Xian finally achieved his goal. He took the soy milk that had become warm in He Juan's hand, and took a sip from the straw. He felt that there must be a lot of sugar in the soy milk, so it was so sweet, sweet all the way to the bottom of his heart.

He Juan originally wanted Fu Xian to take off the straw, lift the lid and drink from the rim of the cup, but when he saw that the other person drank directly, he hesitated to speak, and finally swallowed what he was about to say.

Use a straw just use a straw.It's just that he bit the straw in a mess just now, which was a bit embarrassing.

The author says:

I want to suck Ah Juan!

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[Updated on January 1! 】

Recently, I have been madly wanting to open the book about my little ancestor. The main character in that book is a heartless and pretty girl. She has a sweet mouth and can coax people. If you are useful to him, he will coax you into elation. He hugs you and acts like a baby. Sweet words One set after another; if it doesn’t meet his wishes, he will ignore you and go to the colorful world outside; if you are reluctant to get angry with him, his eyes will turn red if you are a little aggressive, and the tip of the eyelashes will be wet and sticky Together, wronged, especially pitiful;

Shoubi is older than Xiaomei, and he can be regarded as half-developed. Xiaomei is too heartless. He can't bear it and is forced to be crazy, but what can he do with Xiaomei?I still want to pamper him, make him feel that no one can be better than him, and let Little Rose not fly out of his palm! !

If it weren't for my hand speed not allowing...

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!