Xiang Huaizhi was impulsive yesterday.

But they just confessed that, in strict sense, they could be regarded as just beginning to fall in love. He hadn't talked about love, so he told himself in his heart that he should step by step.

But he just drank some wine, blowing a few winds, and wanted to open it again.

He likes Jing Huan, and Jing Huan likes him.

They are lovers.

There is no progress bar between lovers.

Jing Huan's lips are very soft, and there is a mint sugar flavor given by a barbecue restaurant. He kissed Huai Zhi first, and when he got up, he thought about it, and then bowed his head to kiss.

Try to stop kiss.

Xiang Huaizhi stood straight, stretched out his hands and rubbed his hair, his throat rolled, and laughed: "Your face is red."

Jing Huan: "..."

I'm almost self -ignition, can be fucking not red? Intersection Intersection

Jing Huan stood in place, and the whole person was stiff.

He suspected that he was drunk and was not drunk. He had to drink the degree of fast entering hospital in order to make such a dream that would not happen in the world.

Seeing him silent, he paused Xiang Huaizhi: "Angry?"

Jing Huan felt that her throat seemed to be blocked, and it was particularly difficult to speak. He said dumbly and said, "No."

"Well, go up," Xiang Huaizhi retracted his hand, and the umbrella surface fell down. He said, "Thank you for your rose."

Jing Huan farewell to Xiang Huai's way like a robot and turned into the elevator.

Uncle security guards in the apartment were sitting in front of the monitoring, taking takeaways and watching the apartment monitoring.

A figure finally appeared in the monitoring, and the uncle looked at it. It turned out to be a male college student who had just moved in this semester. He has a deep impression on the male student. One is that the other party is polite. Every time he holds the fruit passing through the security pavilion, he will evenly him; the second is that the boy looks handsome and looks particularly spiritual.

He smiled and planned to watch the child enter the house before continuing to eat.

But after seeing the boy walking into the elevator, he stood in place for a few minutes. He didn't even press the floor. The monitoring screen seemed to be fixed. If it wasn't for the time on the upper right right, the uncle thought that the monitor was broken.

Uncle Bao put down his chopsticks and frowned.

There was only a white light in the narrow office. The light bulbs were not changed for a long time. The light was dark. A cold wind was scraped from the window seam and made a whine. The uncle couldn't help but hit a cold war.

How did he feel ... the boy not only stood still, but even his breathing was gone? Intersection Intersection

People are scary and scary, and the uncle's heart pounds, and his mouth is broken: "Rich and strong, democracy ... what, freedom, rule of law, what else ..."

As soon as he thought about it, the people in the elevator moved.

I saw the boy suddenly turn around and hit the elevator with his head.

Uncle: "………"

Jing Huan did not show mercy for himself, and it hit particularly ruthlessly.

But no matter how many times he hit, he was still in this elevator.

Grass.

This dream is so fucking terrifying. His heart has not stopped until now. Others are the deer hitting the wall. Putting him here is the octopus with countless small hammers, which makes him dizzy and unable to think.

The phone rang suddenly, startling Jing Huan, he took out his phone and picked it up in a panic.

"Damn, Huanhuan, you actually went out to eat alone with us behind your back!" Lu Wenhao scolded angrily.

Jing Huan: "What did I eat alone?"

"You actually went to eat barbecue with Senior Xiang and the others!!"

Jing Huan took a breath and squeezed a voice out of his throat: "I didn't eat."

"Fart, Brother Lu has posted photos on the Moments! You sit next to Brother Xiang, and the two are still whispering!"

Jing Huan was confused.

His heart beat faster and faster, and he called out, "Lu Wenhao."

Lu Wenhao: "Why?"

Jing Huan: "Become a pig."

Lu Wenhao: "..."

Lu Wenhao: "Aren't you humiliating anyone!!?"

Done.

Jing Huan ignored Lu Wenhao's roar and hung up the phone.

Done. Lu Wenhao didn't change into a pig, and his reaction was normal.

Jing Huan had some chills brought in from outside. Without the scarf, his neck was empty, and his forehead was aching faintly. He still remembered the touch of Xiang Huaizhi's lips.

Not like in a dream.

He looked up blankly, and after seeing the floor displayed by the elevator, a small spark of hope appeared in his eyes - the elevator didn't move! ! !

Not moving! ! !

is fake! ! !

Zira squeaked.

There was a noise from the intercom in the elevator, and the person on the opposite side asked.

"Then what... lad, did you forget to press the elevator floor? I'll remind you, if not... I'll disturb..."

Jing Huan: "..."

The joy faded from his face, and he pressed the elevator floor.

The elevator rose slowly.

After getting out of the elevator, Jing Huan walked to the door of his house with an expressionless face, and turned on the combination lock. If he failed to enter it three times, the combination door made a beeping alarm.

Usually a journey of less than two minutes, Jing Huan tossed for almost twenty minutes today.

After entering the house, Jing Huan closed the door without even turning on the lights. He plopped down and sat down on the small steps, burying his head in his arms like an ostrich.

no.

Wait a minute……

Did he kiss Xiang Huaizhi? ? ? ? ? ? ?

As soon as the thought came out, the heat began to rush to his head again, making him feel hot all over.

Jing Huan's head was stunned, and he didn't know how long he sat before he was pulled back to his senses by the WeChat prompt.

The light of the mobile phone was particularly dazzling in the dark. He lowered his head stiffly, saw the word "Xiang" in front of the preview of the message, his heart shuddered, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover the content behind.

After a moment, he jumped up from the ground, turned on the light, and hurried to the bathroom.

The cold water was poured on his face, but the heat on his face did not decrease but instead increased, Jing Huan looked up and surprised himself.

Jing Huan felt that after running 1,500 meters, his face had never been so red. Not only his face, but also his neck and ears were all red, and he felt like an ugly tomato.

He was like this just now in front of Xiang Huaizhi?

Just a thought, his heart floated back to the door of the apartment, he shook his head and quickly retracted his thoughts.

Xiang Huaizhi was probably drunk. The squad leader had drunk him so much that everyone would be drunk... It's not a big deal to kiss him.

Now that they were all in the bathroom, Jing Huan decided to take a bath, just in time to wake up.

He took off his clothes, threw all his clothes in the laundry basket, and went into the shower room barefoot.

The water was pouring out of the shower head, and it was a little cold because the temperature was not adjusted properly.

As cold as Xiang Huaizhi's lips.

Jing Huan turned around and took the shower gel. The bottle of the shower gel was black, the same color as the umbrella they borrowed from the barbecue shop.

After taking a shower, Jing Huan took the towel, looked at the big red towel his mother bought him specially, and thought of the red rose in Xiang Huaizhi's pocket.

"..."

Gan! ! !

Jing Huan collapsed.

After taking a shower, Jing Huan regained his strength and retrieved his mobile phone from the entrance.

It doesn't matter, he's not a girl, it doesn't matter if he kisses, it's a brother who has to tolerate everything about the other party.

Xiang: I'm in the bedroom.

Obviously he asked Xiang Huaizhi to go back to the dormitory to send a message to himself, but how does he feel about the news now?

Like... what... reporting the situation to my girlfriend... or something.

Jing Huan knocked on his head and warned himself not to think wildly.

He typed: I just went to take a shower, I just saw the news qa...

He didn't even finish typing this qaq, so he was so excited that he quickly deleted all the words!

Xiaojing: I just saw the news after taking a shower.

Xiang: Hmm.

Look.

have a look!

This looks like a conversation between brothers!

Jing Huan made up his mind and said yes, as long as you don't mention it, we'll treat what just happened as never happened, and I'll forget it at dawn.

Xiang: Can make a phone call?

cannot.

Why call when you can type something.

And now I can't see people or listen to voices.

Jing Huan typed in a trembling manner, and as soon as he typed "no", a WeChat call popped up.

Grass!

Hastily!

Jing Huan almost jumped out of bed.

How to do! How to do! How could I refuse! !

Jing Huan held the phone in both hands, thinking to hang up the fuck first, then think about other things.

Then he pressed the on button.

Jing Huan: "..."

There was some noise on Xiang Huaizhi's side, Jing Huan sat cross-legged on the bed, his toes curled up in embarrassment.

"What did you do just now?" Xiang Huaizhi asked.

In just one sentence, the octopus that Jing Huan had just washed away with cold water went back and forth, and the small hammer thumped his eardrums.

"I... take a shower." Jing Huan said hurriedly, "You have drunk so much today, so you should rest early."

Xiang Huaizhi looked at the rose in his hand and said, "I didn't drink too much."

No one who is drunk will admit to being drunk.

Jing Huan unconsciously picked up the pillowcase with his fingers and coaxed him: "Well, how can you be drunk when you drink so well... It's past ten o'clock, Brother Lu should be back? Then I'll hang up first, so I won't disturb you guys. ."

"No, he's not here." Xiang Huaizhi put down the flowers and said, "Drink more water."

His tone was too calm, and Jing Huan was unprepared: "Ah, why?"

Xiang Huaizhi said: "The lips are a little dry."

Jing Huan: "..."

Jing Huan raised his hand slowly and touched his lips.

He heard himself say: "The wind was too strong when I came back, it was blowing, and I was not so dry."

One of Xianghuai, for a while, said: "Really."

yes.

It's a fart! Intersection Intersection

Jing Huan is crazy, what am I talking about Cao? I am a sleepwalking? Why do I want to do this ...

"Is there a class tomorrow afternoon?" Xiang Huaizhi asked.

"No."

Jing Huan regrets it after speaking. Shouldn't Xiang Huai ask him to play?

He felt that he couldn't see Huaizhi within three days, so he hurriedly added, "No class, but something!"

Xiang Huaizhi: "What is it?"

"I ..." Jing Huan just found an excuse, "If you want to go back to the bedroom, Lu Wenhao and they are looking for me to make a hot pot."

"Oh" Xiang Huai: "That's right."

What happens?

Xiang Huaizhi paused and finished the words: "After the hot pot, come up and find me?"

Jing Huan: "..."

He forgot to go upstairs in Lu Wenhao, Huaizhi's residence.

Just a few layers of stairs.

I, kill, me, self, myself.

When it comes to this, you look a little fake to make excuses.

Jing Huan stunned his hair, and said, "Okay."

Xiang Huaizhi was satisfied, the corner of his mouth was tilted, and the computer turned on the computer: "Are you sleepy?"

Jing Huan: "Not sleepy."

He can fight a cow now.

"Then the game is a couple daily?"

"..."

Why do you want to be a daily life?

In theory, Shouldn't Xiang Huaizhi divorce him immediately?

Even if the child does not divorce, you don't need to continue to brush any husband and wife every day.

Jing Huan finally couldn't help it.

In fact, he has not been twisted, but he doesn't know what. As soon as he arrived in Huai, he scratched his ears all day long, and he couldn't get a fart for a long time.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he bit his head and asked, "Brother, let me ask you something."

Xiang Huaizhi opened the Nine Heroes: "Well."

"We..." Jing Huan thought hard and found a suitable way to ask, "What's the relationship now?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

Then came the sound of mouse buttons.

Xiang Huaizhi controlled the characters to go to the sect and said, "A relationship of love?"

Jing Huan's heart almost stopped.

Xiang Huaizhi: "Or..."

Grass.

Jing Huan learned to breathe again.

Fortunately, there is another or.

Jing Huan suspected that Xiang Huaizhi was drunk and was deliberately teasing him.

"Or," Xiang Huaizhi threw the next sentence, directly strangling the throat of Jing Huan's fate, "Online dating object?"