Special gene development monitoring

American high schools are very loose, on the contrary, universities are very strict. Of course, everything depends on self-consciousness.Coupled with the level of the previous life, the never-degraded learning ability and the thirst for knowledge like a boundless sponge, I was admitted to Yale again, just because I wrote a small paper on the Fed’s QE policy. After all, I have learned it once. Simple, but the schools might see this level of theory as a good seed... wonder if they understand that anonymous economics writer who keeps contributing to the Wall Street Journal asking a lot of economic questions and always being controversial What would happen to me... In fact, this is the right school for the school. In my previous life, I came here to study economics phD, and my undergraduate and master's degrees were all in China. This time it feels a bit strange to enter Yale directly in the United States. Reasons to count as Native American?

But that's beside the point.The point is that Charlie is going too! ! !

I don't know why I always feel that he is going because I am going too.Well, I'm in love~~~ Women in love are always very narcissistic, like: Is he doing this because of me?

The relationship between Charlie and I has remained the same since our last close encounter. From the outside we may appear to be close, but from my perspective, intimacy has only really happened once.We are people in the same world in some ways, for example, intimacy does not mean knowing everything about each other, nor does it mean endless language communication.

To be honest, recently he has become more and more... how to say, I will insist on going to Stoker's house for breakfast every day except Saturdays, Sundays and holidays. Of course, the way is to climb in through Charlie's window, and then go downstairs with him.I climbed up his window just to peek at his disheveled side, but every time he was neatly dressed and handsome, with his hands in his pockets and looking down at me indifferently, even the bed was neatly made, but recently, no, just yesterday , I climbed his window as usual, this guy was not dressed neatly as usual with his collar folded or holding a book, but he was shaving with the bathroom door open.His bathroom mirror was facing the bathroom door, which meant that while he was shaving in front of the mirror, I could see the full back of his body and the face he was finely grooming in the mirror.

The line of sight goes from the not too wide shoulders all the way to the narrow waist. How many AA batteries can be placed in the spine groove of this back... The truncus is tight and upright, plus a pair of slender legs wrapped by just right muscles...

Even when he shaves, he still wears his clothes. When I happened to meet him (only that one time), he slammed the door of the bathroom directly. This time, he continued to shave slowly, as if my line of sight didn’t exist. He has a strong sixth sense for this How could the pervert not realize it?And after I was dumbfounded to appreciate the whole process, he was already stroking his chin to do the final inspection, and in my opinion, this is a wordless gouge!In the end, he even gave me a look in the mirror!

That was the look in his eyes before he tried to kill his qjIndia male classmate!

A certain kind of strong desire mixed with the inevitable.

My heart is beating wildly.

It was exactly what I was looking for!You know, Charlie, whatever you want with me is welcome.

The hostess has no morals anymore...

As a result, when I came to my senses and looked again, he had already put on his trousers and was standing in front of me, buttoning his shirt one by one.

"..."

Either it's just playing around, watching me staring at food like I've been hungry for seven or eight days makes him feel interesting, or it's catching my weakness and gouging me to make me take the initiative again and again!

I seem to prefer the latter... O(∩_∩)O

When I was stunned by the process of his beautiful fingers buttoning the buttons, he had already grabbed my arm and dragged me into his room.

I took the opportunity to pretend not to pay close attention to his cheek, sniffed it secretly, God!What brand of aftershave does he use?It smells so good... It seems that I have never been so close to anyone, so I have never smelled what the hell aftershave smells like, or is it that as long as it is him, everything is sexual and full of hints?

"Morning." There were faint smile lines on his face. It wasn't for this face that I couldn't find it after looking at it for more than ten years, but the re/hard thing clinging to my lower abdomen told me that he was actually using this face to talk to me. greet……

At the same time, there was a hot current in my lower abdomen, and it was obvious that something similar to my aunt's blood flowed out from a familiar place... My face began to feel hot, but my feet were so weak that I could only lean on him.

He stroked my cheek slowly with the back of his hand, like smoothing the fur of a cat, but those beautiful eyes filled with other similar emotions told me that he liked my reaction very much.

It's become a pet...

He kissed my cheek lightly, let me go slowly, and supported me with his hands as if he was afraid that I would not be able to stand upright.

How is this over?I looked at his mouth that was naturally curved with a beautiful smile, and I threw him down hard on the bed behind him and kissed him.How come there is still a cherry taste in my mouth without eating cherries?

ah!I remembered!I've switched all my lip balms since my last intimate event to edible cherry flavors... so sweet and sour that I can't resist eating a portion of it myself every time I put it on.And now this guy is stroking my hair and biting my lip with occasional sucks.

I knew he liked it!

And his right hand has slowly reached into my cotton underwear and rubbed my buttocks.

Such erotic movements made my lower abdomen even hotter, and the heat flowed out more and more violently. My God, is this yu?My whole body is about to melt, Charlie, I can't like you more...

"En...Charles" I turned my head to breathe on the side of his neck, murmured his name impatiently, and he kissed my ear lightly, with a vague laugh in his chest.

Well, JaneYoung has been a good-for-nothing since she fell in love.As a person who can only do one thing at a time, not being able to find a soul mate while chasing dreams is also the way of life in the previous life, which is also the reason for doing a great job in the previous life.As for Charlie, his interest seems to have developed into an obsession, out of control...

"Honey, you're going to be late..." With a friendly call, the door of Charlie's room opened, and it was Mrs. Stoker!I jerk my head up from the side of his neck, and Charlie is still looking at me, stroking my hair slowly, only pulling his hand out of my jeans.

"Uh... sorry to interrupt, but it's time for you two to go, after breakfast of course!" Charlie's mother smiled contentedly and closed the door.

The Stokers have been worrying about their son. He is too good, but too special. He has always lived in his own world. They are even a little worried about whether their son has some mental illness, but there is a playmate of the opposite sex like me. Let them dispel the idea of ​​sending him to psychological counseling, and at the same time dispel their worries about whether their son has homosexual tendencies, and now a few smart guys around Charlie have confirmed that their son is normal.And that knowing smile at the end is simply...

"Shallwe?" Charlie patted my tunnel lightly, with a smile in his eyes.As soon as my face became hot, I quickly climbed off him.

Do I really have to be so cowardly?I'm obviously a cold-blooded iceberg with facial paralysis!Why is it that once you see Charlie, you can't use it at all, you can only use your body and not your brain?ah!He has the brain to figure out what he is thinking...