She poked the other party on WeChat.
【The laboratory is locked from outside, can you come in? 】
It didn’t take long for him to reply.
MuMian didn’t wait long before An Yin came.
He was still wearing his school uniform, and the white shirt outlines his figure beautifully and slenderly.
An Yin walked in, he glanced at her and closed the door quietly, and the whole classroom fell into silence.
MuMian felt a little hot just now and opened the window.
She saw him walk in, he walked slowly to the window, closed the curtains without saying a word, and the whole classroom became dark in a moment.
The young man stepped over suddenly, he sat down next to MuMian, stretched out his arm, gently wrapped her waist and pulled her close into his arms, then lowered his head slightly, his chin resting on her shoulder.
He leaned over slightly, he kissed the girl’s cheek gently, but he still hugged her tightly.
As he kissed, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
MuMian was pressed against his shoulder, her face was being kissed lightly, and she replied, “I’m not hungry, I ate.”
An Yin didn’t answer, he solemnly pressed his face against her white forehead, lowering his eyes and staring at the other party’s lustrous lips.
MuMian tugged at the corner of his clothes.
“Have you eaten?”
As his eyes were lowered, she could not see any emotions. He stared at her quietly, “I didn’t eat.”
MuMian raised her eyebrows, “Aren’t you hungry?”
As if finally unable to bear it, An Yin lowered his head and pressed his lips together. He blinked, “A little bit or… sister can feed me?”
MuMian had felt that he couldn’t say anything good, but the other party was really unexpected. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him, poking his face.
“Little kid, sister give you, but do you dare?”
It seemed as if he didn’t expect her to say this. He was stunned for a couple of seconds, and then he bent his lips.
He pursed his lips, “Okay, where do you want me to start?”
An Yin stretched out hands and tapped on the table lightly, making a slight noise.
“…” MuMian looked down at his fingers.
Forget it, she can’t beat him.
She bit her lip, “My brother didn’t talk about you, right?”
An Yin grabbed her hand, clasped it, and rubbed it.
He opened his lips, speaking calmly, “No.”
MuMian nodded, “My brother is pretty good, but he’s a little arrogant. Maybe he didn’t expect that we would be together, I felt a bit irritable that day.”
An Yin hummed in a low voice, her voice resounding in the quiet classroom, magnetically pleasing, and a bit of milky voice faintly hidden, “Sister, when we are together, don’t mention other men.”
MuMian had swallowed, subconsciously.
“He is my brother.”
The young man’s eyes were dark and squishy, and in the slightly dim environment, he appeared squishy, and he spoke calmly.
“Neither can your brother.”
He leaned close, his thin lips attached to the girl’s ear, “Besides… I already pressed sister on the table.”