I had a hunch that they were going to ask my opinion next, pull me to stand in line, pick up the tray earlier and escape. In the end, I don't know if they have won or lost.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and people just want to lie down in a heated room and not go anywhere.

As the exam week approached, Shang Muxiao was busy again. Even if he came to see me, he would mostly be sitting on the sofa and reading books.

I didn't dare to disturb his review, so I had to take out the book and read it like him.

"It's so quiet..." Shang Muxiao put down his book and said, "Can you put on some music? I'm going to fall asleep."

I put the book on my lap, went to the CD shelf and picked it up, I chose "Tristan and Isolde" by Chang Wagner.

When the grand prelude full of stories sounded, Shang Muxiao raised his head from the book again, raised his eyebrows and said, "Classical music?"

I paused, seeing that he didn't seem to like it very much, and embarrassedly said, "I'm here... that's all."

Philosophy is always inseparable from the discussion of art, and in art, music is the most important. If you want to understand philosophy, you need to understand the history of philosophy and the era in which those philosophers lived, so I listen to classical music a lot.

"Forget it, that's it." Shang Muxiao held up the book, "I'll fall asleep later, you have to wake me up..."

"It's not pure music, there's singing."

Instead of continuing to read, I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine back.

"Drink some refreshment." I handed him the wine.

Shang Muxiao took the wine glass from my hand and took a sip, his face wrinkled.

"very sour."

I laughed and couldn't help leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

He didn't seem to expect that I would kiss him, and he remained in a position for a long time without moving, looking extra tame.

I swept his lips slightly rough, wanting to continue, the symphony of passionate and pathetic music in my ears made this kiss seem a little tragic.

Wrong music choice...

Just as I was about to stand up to change a CD, Shang Muxiao grabbed my arm. Different from my perfunctory kissing method, he completely pushed the tip of his tongue against my lips, invaded my mouth, and even went deep into my mouth. throat.

He knows where it's best, and how to make it last longer.

My hands trembled slightly, the wine in the glass was about to spill, I tilted my head and forced the kiss to an end.

Shang Muxiao was a little unhappy and wanted to pull me, so I simply backed away to prevent him from reaching him.

"I'm going to change a plate..." Putting the wine glass on the coffee table, I turned around and headed for the CD rack. After walking a few steps, there was a movement from Shang Muxiao's direction to get up.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, hot breath spit on my neck: "Teacher, stop drinking, let's do something more refreshing?"

My body froze when I heard that. Other things that are more refreshing... His hints are already obvious, and I am not at an age where I don't understand anything, so I naturally know what he is referring to.

20 years old is the age when you are full of energy and easy to indulge in everything. It took so long for Shang Muxiao to mention it again, I think he is quite able to hold back.

Couples who are in love, having physical communication once a week are considered cold. Moreover, it has been more than a week since the last time they "sootheed" each other on the sofa.

Besides... ever since I found out that I can still feel after using it, abstinence has become a very difficult thing for me. Especially when I realize that happiness is so easy to come by.

It is undeniable that my expectations for this matter are not much lower than Shang Muxiao in a sense.

"I...I'm going to take a shower." I broke away from him, and I didn't care to change the CD, so I rushed into the bedroom with my head down.

The water washes over my body, I turn off the shower, I dry my body, and look at myself in the mirror.

The skin is slightly pale and a little sick, but it is better than the base color is clean and there are no spots and fine lines. Look at the soft legs of the lower body...

Whiter than face.

With a sigh, I started getting dressed.

No matter how much the physio complimented me on my maintenance, I knew that my legs were still a little different from healthy men.

They don't have thick and firm muscles, and they don't have that much fat. The bones between the soles of the feet and the ankles are clear and distinct, and they are so weak that they seem to be broken if they are broken. At first glance, it looks like the legs of a pair of girls.

Even I dislike it, and Shang Muxiao obviously doesn't like it.

After getting dressed, I went out of the bathroom and saw Shang Muxiao had also taken a shower and was lying on my bed playing with his mobile phone.

Seeing me coming out, he threw the phone aside, turned over, patted the position in front of him with his chin on his back, and said, "Come here."

"Tristan and Isolde" in the living room continued, listening to the content of the second act.

Tristan's uncle, the king of Cornwall, ordered Tristan to travel to Ireland to welcome back Princess Isolde as Queen of Cornwall.

Tristan and Isolde gradually fell in love with each other, but they had to be fooled by fate and couldn't stay together.

In desperation, the princess ordered her maid to prepare poison and die with Tristan. However, under the misunderstanding of yin and yang, what was finally taken was the love drug that the maid had exchanged.

Driven by the nature of medicine, the two could no longer restrain their inner feelings, and they were entangled in each other...

The full and exciting duet of men and women echoed in his ears. Obviously, Tristan and Isolde had taken the love drug and couldn't extricate themselves.

I reached for the bed, hesitated for a moment, turned and turned off the light. In the darkness, only the vague outline of Shang Mu Xiao could be seen.

"What? Are you shy?" Shang Muxiao grabbed my arm accurately and dragged me onto the bed.

I hugged him silently, resting my forehead on his shoulder.

"Let's start." Even though I couldn't see anything clearly, I closed my eyes uncomfortably and groped his body down.

Before reaching the destination, Shang Muxiao stopped me.

"Don't worry, I'll come first..." He squeezed my wrist and pressed his fingers on the pillow.