When she gradually understood what love was, she gradually realized that she had always had such a person who she loved deeply.

His eyes adjusted to the weak light in the room, and Lu Miao looked at Xiao Jiang who was sleeping beside him.

- Alas, it's too bad, she's too unpromising.

——She has seen this face since she was a child, why is she still so moved.

It's like I'll be heartbroken for another hundred years, so heartbeat.

Omg, his eyelashes are so beautiful and long.

Omg, his lips are so nice and thin.

Omg, his fingers are so nice and thin.

The more she looked, the more blessed she felt: Jiang Haoyue is good everywhere!

Compared with her messy sleep, he was quiet when he slept, honest and orderly all night.

His legs are inconvenient, and he has a fixed sleeping position, separated from her by a certain distance.

This person is a standard three-good student even when he sleeps.

Suddenly, I remembered the moment when I kissed him before going to bed and was finally caught by her. Lu Miao in the dark was happy, she touched her lips.

"Hi-" It hurts a bit.

Moving her position, she lay down closer to him.

Lu Miao touched the hand Jiang Haoyue put on his side, blocking it between them, grabbed it, and put it on his waist.

Close your eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

She pulled up the fabric of her pyjamas and let his hands touch her waist directly. His hands were cold, and it tickled a little when he touched her. Lu Miao put down his pajamas and covered the back of his hands.

To prevent him from falling asleep, she went back to regular mode and took his hand away, and her two hands were pressed there against her pajamas.

After naively doing this series of things that he didn't know the meaning of, Lu Miao finally stopped.

Just when she was about to fall asleep again, Jiang Haoyue, who was in the black and sweet dream, unconsciously stroked her hand higher up.

Now Lu Miao woke up completely.

She swallowed hard, not daring to move.

The orange light of the air conditioner flickered, and Lu Miao's eyes blinked.

"Dong Dong", "Dong Dong", the heartbeat was so unscientific that the whole room seemed to be able to hear it.

The piece of skin touched by Jiang Haoyue's hand felt as if it had been scorched by a hot iron, and it became abnormally hot. It seemed that soon it was going to melt the top layer of the skin, creating a sunken hole in the heat.

Previously, she let her breathing light and light. His hands rested on her belly, rising and falling with her gentle breathing.

But now, her breathing has become disordered.

Lu Miao's mind was full of unreasonable thoughts.

After a thought appears, many related thoughts keep popping up.

After kissing, what is the closer physical contact between boyfriend and girlfriend...

At the next step, what should she do...

It's not her, it should be them. For example, she kissed him today, and he responded.

So what do they do...

What? Like that, would they...

Will Jiang Haoyue meet!

Will he treat her like that?

My God, Jiang Haoyue!

Ouch! Omg!

After a while of fantasies, Lu Miao reminded herself to be awake with a red face, but unfortunately she couldn't hold back her laughter.

The quilt became very hot involuntarily, and she jumped up Erlang's legs excitedly. After a while, it was still hot.

I want to kick my legs, I want to pedal my bicycle in the air; I want to use the bed as a trampoline; I want to stand up and shake my head and dance; I want to jump to the ceiling, I want to bury my shy face.

But Lu Miao didn't want to wake Jiang Haoyue.

So she chased away all those strange thoughts and lovingly touched the little hands that Jiang Haoyue held on her belly through her pajamas.

Chapter 57

Jiang Haoyue was awakened by the aroma of instant noodles.

The pot was roaring and boiling.

The early morning sun is neither hot nor harsh, pouring into the room through the open window.

Misty opened his eyes, he saw Lu Miao's back. Her hair was tied in a strand and fell softly behind her head, and her ponytail was tied with a bow tie.

With a white T-shirt and jeans, she was ready to go out early.

Hearing the movement behind him, Lu Miao turned around.

"Get up to eat," she said.

Looking at her, Jiang Haoyue seemed to see the future many years later.

She, who became a housewife many years later, used the exact same tone to wake him up.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Miao asked strangely.

He shook his head.

Getting up from the bed, leaning on crutches, he approached to see what she was cooking, it was really instant noodles.

A small pot was placed on the small induction cooker, noodles and ham were added, and a whole pot was cooked solidly.

"Where did the induction cooker come from?"

Jiang Haoyue looked at its small appearance and pink color, it was obviously not the equipment of this hotel.

"I brought it in my luggage," Lu Miao explained, stirring the instant noodles with chopsticks, "I told you hundreds of times that my cooking skills have improved a lot in my third year of high school. I have to show it to you before you can believe it. Me. Anyway, I have to stay in a city with you in the future. I bring an induction cooker and a pot, which is very practical."

Don't look at Lu Miao's frizzy and rough surface, but she has a heart that yearns to be a good wife and good mother. She is trying her best to show her virtuous side to Jiang Haoyue.

In fact, what he thought subconsciously was: It seems that Lu Miao secretly cooks and eats in the boarding cram school. Her senior year of high school was very hard.

"The noodles are also brought from our hometown?" Jiang Haoyue had a funny look on her face.

"No, noodles and ham are from the grocery store downstairs."

"Speaking of this," Lu Miao couldn't help regretting: "I wanted to fry a sausage for you, that's what I'm good at. But to make sausages, you need to buy oil, salt, cumin, and chili powder, which is more troublesome. Forget it, I asked the grocery store and they sold oil by the barrel."