I fell in love with the cool fishing roommate gl

Because of this slip of the tongue, Rong Ting almost broke his lips.

In the evening, there was only a small coaxing sound in the room.

"I'm sorry, sorry, don't be angry, I really didn't realize the meaning. It's not the number nine, it's your wine, Jiujiu~"

"Don't call me!" Ran Jiu turned his back to her, curled his legs up, and hugged himself, in a defensive posture.

Unexpectedly, she exerted too much force, and when she raised her leg, she touched the wall and made a muffled sound.

"hiss--"

Rong Ting turned on the light in fright, and saw her frowning and rubbing her legs, wanting to feel her way down, and looking at her pale face, she clearly looked aggrieved.

"I'm sorry, let me see what's going on." She grabbed the messy foot, saw that the protruding bone was indeed red, and rubbed it on it gently: "Jiujiu, don't be angry."

Ran Jiu muttered something, but Rong Ting didn't hear it, and when she asked again, she held back her words.

At the end of the day, Rong Ting thought about it just now and it was more serious, she just wanted to hear "wife".

After rubbing for a long time, Ran Jiu's eyes were still slightly squinted, and he refused to sleep no matter what.

Rong Ting tentatively asked: "Shall we turn off the lights?"

Ran Jiu kicked his leg childishly, "Shut it up."

Turning off the light, I couldn't see the other person's expression clearly in the dark, and felt a sense of relief for no reason.

Rong Ting breathed a sigh of relief, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

After a while, there was a thin and weak "pain".

Rong Ting's heart hurts again, Ran Jiu's fate has been very difficult these days, firstly, his eye pressure is too high and he can't see anything, if Xiaozhi hadn't told her, he might still be struggling in the recording studio alone, and now his legs are touched again Knocked feet.

She hurriedly asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Ran Jiu: "My eyes hurt, blow it off."

Rong Ting's night vision ability is relatively good, touching her thin cheek, Ran Jiu subconsciously closed his eyes.

Rong Ting leaned over, held her soft side face with his hands, and blew a few times gently.

The warm air sprayed on the eyes, Ran Jiu blinked, feeling a little comfortable: "Blow again."

Later, Rong Ting blew for a long time, and finally her mouth was a little sore. She had never blown so hard to test her lung capacity in the physical examination before.

Ran Jiu was finally satisfied, and snorted, but still wanted to complain: "How could you come up with such an ugly name."

She also emphasized: "It's really ugly, can you listen to it yourself?"

Rong Ting thought about it, but she didn't think it was too awkward, but now she insisted on the principle of not making the other party angry, "It's just ugly."

"That's right." Ran Jiu softened his tone, "Don't be so angry with me in the future."

"You can't call me that either!"

"Ah."

After a while, Rong Ting simply hugged her, "If you're not angry, how about a kiss?"

Ran Jiu raised his eyelids, facing her with an inorganic luster: "Don't go too far."

"Oh."

Ran Jiu was silent in the dark for a moment, after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear it, so he closed his eyes: "Kiss, I can only kiss once."

Rong Ting quickly caught the position of her lips in the dark, cupped them in time and took a sip, the cool taste of white peach passed between the lips and teeth, it was sweet.

Ran Jiu's face was still tender and his lips were soft, Rong Ting couldn't hold back and kissed again.

This time it was even heavier, Ran Jiu's head was tilted back because of the momentum, but he didn't refuse.

The other party's kissing skills have improved, instead of licking her lips clumsily at the beginning, but sucking slowly and urgently, she blushed from the tip of her tongue being kissed, and finally said lazily: "Later... .Too much!"

Even though Rong Ting didn't see it very clearly, she felt that the other party must be as cute as a soft peach at this moment, and she thought on a whim: "My wife, I really like you."

Ran Jiu coughed twice: "Don't talk nonsense, I can't hear you."

She herself didn't realize that the hoarse voice was a little / seductive / attractive, and the sentences were contradictory.

Rong Ting held her face and repeated again: "I said, I like you and want you."

The warm and humid breath came rushing in front of him, Ran Jiu roughly knew what their posture was now, and immediately broke away as if fleeing, covering his face and screaming inwardly.

Rong Ting: "Even if I don't do well now, I can continue to learn some things, just like I learned how to keep cats, the more I learn, the better I am. Wait for me, okay?"

Ran Jiu collapsed, can she stop saying these things in such an innocent tone, it's too much to bear!

Rong Ting tucked her in the quilt and smoothed the corners of the soft pillow, "Jiu Jiu, good night."

Good night, you ghost, Ran is bewildered after drinking, it seems that she gave her an extra kiss.

She secretly made up her mind not to kiss her tomorrow.

The doctor said that Ran Jiu should pay attention to rest during this time, avoid staying up late, and stop forcing herself to look at things. She also said that she should often massage her eyes or head to relax her nerves.

Xiaozhi originally gave her three days off, but after three days, Ran Jiu said that her eyesight was still a little blurry, so Rong Ting asked her for a whole week.

She bought steam eye masks and eye massage tools from the Internet, and Xixun's grandmother sent them ancient Chinese medicine eye cream after hearing about it.

After noon every day, she would take out eye cream and massage eye rollers to relax around Ran Jiu's eyes. After rolling for about 20 minutes, she put on a steam eye mask. The whole process is comparable to a hair therapy/health shop.

Ran Jiu's life at home is relatively monotonous. She likes to sleep, and almost wants to make up for the sleep she has been working for for many days. Rong Ting is a little afraid that she will be poisoned by sleep, so after a while, she downloads audiobooks and cross talks on her mobile phone software.

Later, every time she went back, she would occasionally see Ran Jiu wearing a bluetooth headset, but she didn't know what she was listening to.

She would lean in front of Ran Jiu and compare a number: "Jiu Jiu, what is it?"

Ran Jiu took a look twice, and sometimes he was right, and sometimes he was wrong.

My heart slanders, who still uses such an old-fashioned method of testing eyesight.

Rong Ting took care of her to lie down in despair, as if caring for a precious crystal artwork, reassuring her that everything would be fine.

There are not too many courses in their school, and they just have time to cook for Ran Jiu at noon. They are used to cooking everyday food, so they follow some popular dishes on social software.

One day she took a fancy to Guobaorou and Huajiafen, and asked Ran Jiu not to run around in the house, and went out.

When Ran Jiu heard the sound of the door, he was sure that he had already left, so he lifted his blindfold smoothly, and went to the bathroom to wash up calmly.

During this period of time, I lay on the bed every day, and I actually developed a problem of sweating easily. After being covered with a steaming eye mask for more than ten minutes, the sweat on my face proliferated a lot.

She came in with her mobile phone. After washing her face, the mobile phone in her trouser pocket vibrated suddenly. Seeing the caller ID, she hesitated for a moment to pick it up.

This time she spoke first: "I've considered what you said last time. I've had a good time here, and I don't want to go back for the time being. If I have time this year, I'll visit you."

Time passed by, and the air was very quiet.

The other party hadn't called her for a long time, and the voice at this time was like a broken machine: "Xiaojiu, he owes gambling debts and has disappeared for a long time."

After a long time, Ran Jiu said "Mmm" without any ups and downs.

The other party accused her illogically, and the resentment hit her head and face: "You have always disliked him, are you satisfied now?"

"Your father is gone, he is gone, I am really alone now!"

Ran Jiu waited for her to vent, and planned to wash the towel with spare energy, but found that Rong Ting had scalded it with hot water a long time ago.

So she stood in a cramped place with nothing to do, and the voices of desperate women were all in her ears.

There is nowhere to escape, nowhere to escape, so he can only bite the bullet and face such torture.

She tensed her fingers holding the countertop, and the weak tendons on it twitched, listening to the woman's conclusive complaints.

Ran Jiu said softly: "So it's me who caused these tragedies? Is it because of me that they left you? It's because of me that you became what you are now?"

"Presumptuous!" The person on the other side of the phone was already very irrational, and his voice was extremely penetrating: "Why did I give birth to you! You are not good at all! Indifferent and ruthless! Waiting for you to be alone and helpless in the future!" Who will take care of you at that time?"

Ran Jiu laughed: "When do I need your attention?"

"you!"

Ran Jiu finally sighed, and stopped the quarrel just in time, "Mom."

The person opposite seemed to hesitate a little because of this title.

Ran Jiu's voice came in through the gap, a little dazed and helpless: "What should be paid, I have paid it all."

There was a busy tone on the phone, and Ran Jiu forgot that he hung up on his own initiative, but it was the other party who hung up.

She suddenly realized whether winter was coming, the unheated room was surprisingly cold, and her lips trembled slightly from the cold.

Every time she blinked, her eyes really hurt, the corners of her eyes were sore and pulled, and she wanted to cry in pain. The ferociousness of the past pierced every inch of her bones, and the disgusting buds emanated from her heart, which couldn't be more clear.

A person who used to be fearless will gradually be tested by the world. Without any rehearsals and attempts, time will push her to such a position.

Some things are stuck and never forgotten.

......

When Rong Ting came home, the sour soup in the pot was cooked just right. Although no side dishes were added, the aroma had already filled the room.

She was surprised to find that Ran Jiu was not in her bedroom. She was wearing a dark green T-shirt and loose white shorts, revealing two slender legs. She had a beautiful temperament between a girl and a woman, lazy, and With a kind of squeamishness that attracts people to approach.

Rong Ting put down his things: "Why did you run out, didn't you say you have to wear the blindfold for 20 minutes?"

Ran Jiu didn't even pay attention to the time, and looked in her direction blankly, "Isn't it less than 20 minutes now?"

Rong Ting was still a little out of breath, and looked at her watch, "It's not enough, I took some when I went out, and the soup lasted for 20 minutes." She suddenly patted herself on the head, "It's broken, the soup."

She didn't even change her shoes, and hurried to the kitchen.

Ran Jiu sat on the sofa, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and only a little bit away from the suppressed emotions.

Just as Rong Ting got out the sour soup, he took out a chopping board and a kitchen knife and began to chop vegetables, and defrosted the fatty beef rolls he bought from the supermarket, while Huajia was spitting water in the basin.

Everything was quickly restored to order.

There was movement at the door, Rong Ting turned his head, Ran Jiu was standing there holding on to the door frame, his eyes should have fallen on her following the movement.

Rong Ting turned off the fire, smiled and pulled her in to look into her eyes, "Are you sleepwalking?"

"That's not true." Ran Jiu pouted, feeling reluctant, and sat down on an empty cabinet in the kitchen under Rong Ting's instructions.

"How are you doing now?"

"It's okay, I can only see a little bit." Ran Jiu said ambiguously, "It's not good at night, I can't see anything clearly."

As if to prove it, she jumped down and almost hit the cabinet door above her head amid Rong Ting's exclamation.

Rong Ting didn't dare to let her go on the rampage anymore, and pulled her over, "I didn't touch it."

"No."

"Show me." She was worried, and brushed away the broken hair in front of Ran Jiu, and some dust was rubbed on her white forehead, but it was not red.

Ran Jiu wanted to break free from her: "I told you that I never met."

But she felt the warm fingertips rub against her forehead, and then blew on her again.

People say that the distance between lovers should not exceed five centimeters, and the people in her field of vision are approaching her infinitely clearly.Ran Jiu took a visual inspection, and it was almost the distance of a little finger.

The fluff on Rong Ting's face can be seen finely, the black pupils are warm and moist, and beyond the loose linen shirt he is wearing outside, he can see the brand of the high-necked sky blue sweater inside.

Her face became hot, and she turned her head awkwardly.

Rong Ting held her chin and didn't let her move, "Wait, you haven't wiped it clean yet, why are you always bumping around here and there?"

With his chin being lifted, Ran Jiu thought of something else entirely, and turned into anger from embarrassment: "Last time you kissed me one more time!"

Rong Ting was a little slow and didn't react, "Huh?"

"That night, I only allowed you to kiss once." Ran Jiu pursed his lips, a little unhappy: "You kissed twice."

Seeing her raised chin, Rong Ting looked like a kitten who had been pissed off.

She smoothed her hair and explained: "Because the first kiss was not good."

Ran Jiu's eyes suddenly became hazy and difficult to see, and he turned to the side in embarrassment: "You can't kiss well the second time."

"What should I do?"

She turned back in embarrassment: "Then... I will forcefully kiss you again."

Rong Ting kissed it disrespectfully, thinking that such a kitten Ran is so cute.

A week passed without knowing it, Ran Jiu's eyes didn't seem to be improving, coupled with the sharp increase in temperature difference between day and night, the weather was slightly cloudy, Rong Ting always felt a depressing atmosphere when he came back.

She was a little distressed, and planned to register for a review, but Ran Jiu resolutely refused.

Ran Jiu's tone was full of determination, saying that he would definitely get better in another week.

Rong Ting didn't know where her confidence came from, she thought it was just comforting her, and it hurt Ran Jiu even more.

As everyone knows, Ran Kitten has been at home for a long time, and has learned to deal with it in various ways.

Ran Jiu often opened the curtains while she was away, listened to the sound of rain outside, then opened a cartoon, watched it for two or three hours, and turned off the phone when she was about to come back, waited for the phone to cool down, and then turned it off by himself. Apply the eye patch to your eyes for a while.

But just lying like this for a while will make her very hungry. She hasn't been exercising much recently, but her appetite has been stimulated. There is also a thin layer of flesh on her face, which feels absolutely bouncy.

That's why Rong Ting likes rubbing her face very much recently, thinking she can't see it, as soon as he comes back, he can't wait to rush towards her.

When Rong Ting came back, she smelled of the wind. She usually wears a shirt inside and a loose fleece outside. The fluffy clothes would rub against Ran Jiu's cheeks, and Ran Jiu would push them away in disgust.

When Rong Ting is not at home, her activities are limited, and she occasionally reads Weibo.

Every day on Weibo, there are voices asking her to hurry up to open the business. Fortunately, the scripts of the TV series have been checked, and the new radio drama is not in a hurry to start, so she lays down with peace of mind.

Ever since that nasty thing happened, she only checked Weibo occasionally. When she checked this day, she suddenly found that the fans in the comment area often called her wife, and she remembered Rong Ting's awkward appearance because of this incident that day.

Angry, she picked a fan who called her wife the most, and replied from the bottom: 【Don't call me my wife anymore! 】

Then, the comment area was quiet for a moment, and suddenly more explosions occurred after a minute.

[Wife, wife, I want a wife! 】

[Hahaha Xiaojiu is shy, who doesn't like a cv wife with fair complexion, beautiful appearance and good voice/idiot face/]

[The wine is so cute, and she can act like a baby. 】

[I rely on my lifetime to meet my wife acting like a baby. I also call my wife. Can Xiaojiu reply? 】

[It's really cute, I figured it out in a flash (the cat's paw pushed the face) Refused. 】

Ran Jiu became even more furious, and told you not to call me wife, really don't call me wife, so my wife won't call me wife anymore!

Knowing that it was useless to say it, she threw down the phone a little angrily, and suddenly found that she was even hungrier when she was angry.

She remembered that Rong Ting bought a lot of crispy biscuits in the morning, but she was not allowed to eat more, and she didn't know where to hide them.

She ran out to look for it for a long time, but there was nothing in the refrigerator, nor in the coffee table cabinet in the living room.She went to the kitchen again, and found half of the soaked bamboo shoots in red oil from the top cabinet.

When she was in Xixun, Rong Ting's grandma's house pickled this kind of food, which was a kind of spicy dish. Can I have half a bag left? ?

She licked her lips excitedly, then squeezed out the plastic bag with great care, and her eyes lit up when she saw that it was really a bamboo shoot.

The bamboo shoots soaked in red oil are whole and a bit big, so I had to find a bowl and pour them in.

She pinched the tail of the packaging bag and half of the mouth of the bag to prevent the red oil from splashing out.After the two bamboo shoots were in the bowl, she licked the oil on her fingers.

The tip of the tongue is almost fed by the spicy oil that I haven’t eaten for a long time. It’s really a long-lost taste.

......

Rong Ting went home earlier than usual that day, and they basically had nothing to do this semester, except that there were still a few courses that were not over yet, and the rest was to discuss with the tutor about the opening report.

Since Ran Jiu needs to be taken care of, she has to stay at home longer, and if she comes to school, she can stay at most one morning.

The library was temporarily renovated on this day, and a yellow sign stood at the door, saying that it would not be open until the afternoon.

She saw that it was still early, so she went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and came back early.

After opening the door, the room was filled with a familiar aroma, like... chili oil.

The bedroom door of Ran Jiu's room was closed, and there was no movement at all.

She remembered that Ran Jiu would sleep until around 10 o'clock in the morning, and when she got up, she would still lie in bed, listening to music or books with headphones on, and then wait for her to come back to cook.

At this time the house was quiet, she guessed that Ran Jiu should be listening to books in the bedroom.

She was a little looking forward to seeing Ran Jiu, and thought of scaring her, she walked over on tiptoe, slowly pressed the doorknob, and suddenly opened the door! !

I saw the person inside sitting on a chair beside the desk, with a huge bowl in front of her. She was holding the bamboo shoots with chopsticks, and she was gnawing on them.

She was really frightened. After hearing the movement, she turned her head and looked at this side blankly. The lower half of her face was covered with red oil.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Rong Ting took a deep breath: "Ran Kitten!"

Ran Jiu gnawed half of the bamboo shoots in his mouth and fell into the bowl with a click.

A few drops of oil splashed onto her hair and the collar of her dress.

She said softly, "I was wrong."

Rong Ting was like a balloon, it was inflated just now and was about to explode, but now seeing her pitiful appearance, it was as if someone had deflated her.

"Forget it, let's wash your hair first."

Rong Ting turned on the light in the bathroom, and put the shampoo and conditioner on the top of the counter, while Ran Jiu stood outside and watched her tidy up, coyly refusing to come in.

Still a little anxious, she said, "This one is stained with spicy oil, should I change it first?"

Rong Tingxian: "Don't change it yet. When you wash your hair, you will also get shampoo. Take it off and wash it together."

"Oh." Ran Jiu responded and walked in.

Rong Ting was a little surprised to see her skillfully avoiding the door barrier in the bathroom.

And she remembered that the bamboo shoots soaked in spicy oil were deliberately placed in the corner of the top cabinet in the kitchen to prevent Ran Jiu from finding them, how could she touch them.

However, she still didn't think much, and subconsciously asked her, "Do you wash it yourself or should I wash it for you?"

This sentence sounds a bit serious, but there is an ambiguity of pampering for no reason.Ran Jiu was stared at by this kind of gaze, and pushed her a little bit unbearably: "You go out first, I will wash myself."

"Can you wash it?"

"Yes, just help me adjust the hot water."

Rong Ting waited outside for 10 minutes, and finally saw the door open.

Ran Jiu casually pulled a towel and walked out with his messy and wet hair wrapped.

Rong Ting sighed, feeling that he was thinking too much, and immediately pushed her back, took out the hair dryer and dried her hair strand by strand, making her hair fluffy and soft.

She packed up the towels and was putting away the hairdryer.

Turning around again, Ran Jiu had already returned to the room. Because of the small neckline, she was pulling the dirty clothes on her body, and the two butterfly bones on her back were struggling.

Rong Ting walked over, put his hand on her neckline, and the clothes slid out along her hand.

Just as Ran Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulder suddenly touched warm hands, and he was startled.

When she turned her head and saw her, her cheeks flushed suddenly, "Get out, get out quickly, don't watch me change my clothes."

Rong Ting was a little surprised when she was pushed out of the door. It stands to reason that if she couldn't see other people, her sense of shame would decrease, but why did she feel that Ran Jiu was becoming more and more sensitive.

When she was waiting at the door, she was a little helpless, so she turned on her phone and looked at the class, but there was no task.Then open the campus service platform, the library prompts that it is expected to open tomorrow.

Then she switched to Weibo. She hadn't read Ran Jiu's Weibo for a long time, and there were a lot of new posts added at this time, but it was also a week ago.

There was nothing to read at first, but she suddenly discovered that a certain Weibo was still posted, but there were a lot of comments. Generally, when this happened, it was probably because Ran Jiu replied, so she clicked in out of curiosity...

Ran Jiu's usual home clothes were placed by Rong Ting in the corner of the bed, so it was easy to find.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief after changing into a white nightdress, picked up the cat ear headband, and tied her long hair up, thinking about how to explain to Rong Ting that she could find the soaked bamboo shoots in the kitchen cabinet.

If it is okay for her to hit by mistake, it seems too coincidental.

If she was too hungry and rummaged around, it was okay.

Well, let's use this reason to deal with it for the time being.

The moment he opened the door, he saw that Rong Ting was still at the door.

The other party held the mobile phone in his hand, until he unconsciously met her eyes, stared at her for a long time, and realized that she couldn't pretend anymore.

Rong Ting couldn't help but startled, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ran Xiaomao, are your eyes okay?"