MuMian could smell the scent of lemon on the boy’s body, she shook her head honestly: “Of course not.”
She was full of thirst for survival.
“I don’t like him. Of course, I haven’t done anything. The first kiss is still there.”
This is true.
When the original owner and Qin Yang were together, she was still young. And she was shy, traditional, and single-mindedly decided that she could only give herself after marriage.
Shen Zhiqing’s cold expression became soft. He tightens his lips, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up.
Her first kiss is still there, so it means that her first kiss was for him…
The young man’s pupils were shining and glossy.
MuMian glanced at the clocks hanging on the wall and narrowed her eyes.
“Little brother, aren’t you going back to school? Is it possible that you want to stay with me tonight?”
Shen Zhiqing paused. He remembered that before he went upstairs, he had mistakenly thought that the other party wanted to do something with him. He pressed his fingers on his lips, his expression a little more unstable.
“I’m leaving now.”
MuMian watched him stand up, and quickly followed, she spoke and continued to tease him.
“Really going? Are you sure you can’t stay here?”
The boy’s white cheeks were already red. He lowered his head and bit his lips lightly. His eyes looked like stars twinkling. Even though his face was calm, his heart was already throbbing.
Shen Zhiqing shook his head slightly, said in a fairly steady voice.
“Thank you, but no need, next… next time.”
MuMian is no longer retained, she nodded indifferently: “Well then, be careful on your way.”
Shen Zhiqing had just walked out the door, and the person behind him did not close the door. The young man stopped and turned around.
MuMian raised her eyebrows casually, jokingly.
The boy’s face blushed: “No.” He denied it, but his eyes fixedly looking at the young girl, the boy’s eyes were stained a little. In a soft voice, he said.
MuMian raised her eyebrows before she could react, the man had already taken possession of her body. His fingers lightly touched the girl’s hair, and their lips were pressed tightly.
The girl paused slightly, the teenager in front of her had his eyes closed and his eyelashes trembled.
Finally, MuMian pressed her lips, staring at him blankly. The young man seemed to be satisfied, and the corners of his lips curled up.
Han Cong was playing games, after winning three games in a row just now. Somehow, after dying for a few games, he looked at the AngelaBaby poster a few times. The screen went gray (T/N: he died in the game) again, Han Cong finally exploded. Put the phone aside.
He looked at the time and couldn’t help wondering: “Brother Qing said he had to do something, why isn’t he back yet?”
Gu Feng was sitting in front of the computer, the light reflected on his face, and he casually lowered his eyelashes: “I don’t know.”
Han Cong looked over. The atmosphere in the dormitory was peaceful. Only he and Gu Feng were the only ones there. Han Cong’s body was tilted, his fingers clasped the sheets unconsciously, and his eyes drifted, looking for topics to break the silence.
“You said nothing will happen to Brother Qing, right?”