Dressed as a villain's squeamish little crying bag

Qiu Yuning also said to him in a soft tone: "You can touch it for as long as you want."

After finishing speaking, he even lifted his clothes up a bit, revealing his snow-white skin.

He Zhiyuan: "..."

The veins on his forehead twitched, and his eyes were full of patience. He quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Enough."

Qiu Yuning said in a daze, "You stopped touching?"

He Zhiyuan didn't speak, Qiu Yuning blushed and said boldly: "You still want to touch, don't you? You don't have to be ashamed, anyway...you let me touch yours anyway."

He reached out to grab He Zhiyuan's hand again, but he caught it with his backhand and pinched it in his palm.

Qiu Yuning's eyes were moist, and the streamer turned. Looking at He Zhiyuan's big hand holding his fingers, his face was still red, and he said softly, "Do you want to touch your hand? It's fine."

His generous reaction made He Zhiyuan look at him with admiration.

He Zhiyuan gently kneaded Qiu Yuning's fleshy palm, and said hoarsely, "I can touch anywhere I want?"

A conniving gesture will break people's restraint, and He Zhiyuan is obviously wandering around this line, and his reason has reached the limit.

But Qiu Yuning whispered vigilantly, "Fart (butts are not allowed."

When He Zhiyuan heard it, most of the desire (hope) in his heart was vented at once, he stared at Qiu Yuning and laughed, and asked in a low voice: "Butt still hurts?"

Qiu Yuning nodded. He felt that the ointment was almost dry, so he withdrew his hand and said, "It still hurts. It hurts even after applying the medicine."

In the end, it was broken. Although it was only a slight fracture, it was still painful. It would be difficult to heal within a week.

He Zhiyuan didn't speak, and after a while, he said, "Let me see."

Qiu Yuning slightly opened his eyes, "...do you still want to watch?"

He Zhiyuan glanced at him, his voice still a little hoarse, "Can't you see?"

Qiu Yuning shyly buried half of her face in the sofa, and said sullenly, "What's so interesting about ass."

He Zhiyuan said, "I don't touch it, I just look at it."

Qiu Yuning hesitated for a while, but still agreed, but he didn't let He Zhiyuan do it, but pulled down half of his pants, "Are you sure?"

He Zhiyuan looked at him for a long time, he was white, tender, round and round like a steamed white steamed bun (butterfly, his Adam's apple slid a few times, and said: "No."

Qiu Yuning only felt a warm hand gently put there, rubbed it lightly, and opened it to both sides, a chill made him tremble all over, and his tone was a little panicked, "What are you doing? "

He Zhiyuan said, "Let me see."

Qiu Yuning hastily stretched out her hand and pulled back her trousers, blushing and said, "I told you not to touch it, but to look at it."

"Will it hurt if you touch it?" He Zhiyuan asked hoarsely.

Qiu Yuning hesitated for a while before replying, "It doesn't hurt if it hurts, but you can't touch it."

He Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Don't touch it anymore."

Qiu Yuning felt that the temperature on his face was much higher, he twisted uncomfortably, and put down his clothes.

He Zhiyuan restrained his smile, and said to him, "Go back to sleep."

Qiu Yuning gave a low "um", got up with a blushing face and went back to the bedroom.

He Zhiyuan also followed back to the bedroom, walked to the desk, glanced at the calendar on the desk, reached out to pick it up and flipped through eight of them, before finding the day that was highlighted with a red marker.

There are still eight months.

He turned back, and today's day was still marked with a bright red X by the red marker.

After the cultural performance, He Zhiyuan became more famous, and people began to stuff food, drink and love letters into his table during the lunch break when He Zhiyuan was not around.

When He Zhiyuan returned to the classroom, he could always take out a pile of food from his schoolbag and the table.

Although the school strictly forbids puppy love, it can't stop the boys and girls who are agitated, but the love letters are not signed, for fear of being seen by others.

He Zhiyuan didn't move after eating, but opened a love letter and read it carefully.

Seeing that he really opened the love letter to read, Liu Yulu was anxious, suppressed the irritability in his heart, walked up to him pretending to be nonchalant, and shouted: "He Zhiyuan."

She speaks very charmingly, and the ending is always slightly drawn out, creating a gentle and sweet feeling, and also has a slight sense of coquettishness. Many boys can't bear Liu Yulu's way of speaking.

He Zhiyuan glanced at her, and then his eyes fell on the pink girl's heart-filled love letter.

Liu Yulu has always felt that they are very destined. There are 19 classes in the second year of high school, and 13 science classes in the arts and sciences.Even if they have pets at home, there will be common topics.

Liu Yulu thought it was just an opportunity, but half a year had passed after the division, and they still couldn't talk.

She gathered herself together, tried her best to sort out her emotions, bent the corners of her lips to He Zhiyuan, and said softly: "It's like this, didn't I add your brother's WeChat account? I wanted to give him dog food, but when I looked for him, he didn't know anything. See the reply, I want to ask, is there something wrong?"

He Zhiyuan paused, and finally raised his face to look at her, "Did you look for him?"

Liu Yulu was overjoyed, and nodded, "Didn't I say that the dog food in my house that expires in a few months will be given to your family to eat safely? But I can't get in touch with your brother...or tell me your family is in Where, shall I send it to you?"

He Zhiyuan said in a low voice, "No, it only eats the dog food I bought."

Liu Yulu was taken aback, "But your brother..."

"The dog is mine." He Zhiyuan said.

"..." Liu Yulu bit his lower lip and did not speak.

She kept glancing at the pink letter paper in He Zhiyuan's hand, is she going to write love letters to He Zhiyuan like those girls?

He Zhiyuan noticed her gaze, folded the pink letter paper, and put it in the drawer.

Watching his series of movements, Liu Yulu became more anxious.

In the small corner after class, Zeng Jie listened to her words and said helplessly, "Yulu, just give up. You like a boy, and that boy probably doesn't know about it. This attitude clearly means rejecting you."

Liu Yulu said unwillingly: "He didn't say so, so I still have hope."

She also went to write a love letter.

He Zhiyuan didn't know what she was thinking, so he went to Qiu Yuning's classroom after school and waited for him to come home after class.

As a result, the teacher in the experimental class liked to drag the classroom, so He Zhiyuan stood for a while before get out of class was over, the crowd was bustling, pouring out towards the door of the classroom, He Zhiyuan was tall, standing in front of the window, he could see Qiu Yuning's face.

Qiu Yuning was still sitting on the seat arranging her schoolbag, her rosy lips were slightly pursed, from He Zhiyuan's angle, she could see his rounded cheeks, which looked soft and easy to pinch.

The corners of He Zhiyuan's lips curled up slightly, and in the next second, he saw the boy behind Qiu Yuning stretch out his finger and poke Qiu Yuning's back, and said something to Qiu Yuning with a playful smile. With a small arc, her fair cheeks also turned slightly red.

The curvature of He Zhiyuan's lips disappeared, as if he felt his gaze, Qiu Yuning raised his face, looked towards the window, saw him, his eyes instantly lit up like small light bulbs, and he packed the books quickly After a while, he put all the books neatly in his schoolbag, stood up, turned his head and said goodbye to the people behind him, and then walked out of the classroom with the flow of people.

He Zhiyuan took the schoolbag in his hand as usual, and walked towards the stairs together with him.

Qiu Yuning looked around and saw that there were still people watching him, so he didn't hold He Zhiyuan's hand, and whispered, "Every time you finish class, it's really early."

He Zhiyuan didn't speak.

Qiu Xuning (sensitively sensed He Zhiyuan's emotions, looked up at his expression, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

He Zhiyuan glanced at him, and said calmly, "You can guess."

Qiu Yuning didn't guess, so she shook her head, "I don't want to guess, you're not a girl, you always let me guess what you're thinking about?"

He Zhiyuan reached out and ruffled his hair, Qiu Yuning let him do it, but he still had to ask, "Have you washed your hands?"

He Zhiyuan withdrew his hand and said, "I didn't wash it."

Qiu Yuning's small face wrinkled again, she gave him a resentful look, and reached out to straighten her short hair.

When he got outside the school, He Zhiyuan took the initiative to hold Qiu Yuning's fleshy palm, rubbing his fingers lightly (playing with Qiu Yuning's soft fingers, "Do you play well with the male students in the class?"

Qiu Yuning was stunned, and immediately realized, giggling, "So you're jealous."

He Zhiyuan didn't refute, but played with Qiu Yuning's fingers a little harder, and said in a low voice: "I received a love letter."

"..." Qiu Yuning restrained his smile, and asked in a low voice, "Is it pretty?"

He Zhiyuan looked down at him with a slight smile in his eyes, and didn't answer him.

Qiu Yuning's smile disappeared, and she said a little sourly: "You are all adults, if you fall in love, isn't it considered puppy love?"

He Zhiyuan curled his lips and said, "You're jealous too."

Qiu Yuning pinched his fingers instead, and said, "You are jealous first, they are ordinary male students, I have no story with them."

He Zhiyuan said in a low voice, "Qin Shouze, that's what you said too."

"..."

After returning home, He Zhiyuan took out a stack of letter paper from his schoolbag and handed it to Qiu Yuning.

Qiu Yuning hesitated for a moment, then took it over, "Why are you giving me this?"

He Zhiyuan raised his chin slightly, and said, "Love letter, write me a letter, and I'll take a look."

Qiu Yuning's face turned red all of a sudden, "...I wrote it?"

He Zhiyuan laughed lowly, and said, "Write a letter for me to read."

Qiu Yuning stammered: "You, you asked me to write you a love letter? How can there be such a thing?"

He Zhiyuan said, "Don't write?"

Qiu Yuning blushed, pinched the letter paper tightly with her fingers, and did not speak.

He Zhiyuan stared at him, and after a while, Qiu Yuning coughed lightly, and then said with a bit of shame: "This is... this is a public execution, do you understand?"

Before He Zhiyuan could answer, Qiu Yuning continued, "If there is no generous reward, I won't write."

He Zhiyuan asked in a low voice: "What do you want?"

Qiu Yuning blushed and didn't dare to look at him. He unconsciously drew circles on the table with his fingers, and slowly lowered his voice, "For example, kiss three times a day or something..."

He Zhiyuan: "..."