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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Eighty"

weight="142263"

series = ["Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend"]

mode = "manual"

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In the huge bedroom, only the rapid gasps of the two could be heard.

The temperature in the air rose higher and higher, as if a cluster of flames was burning in it, becoming more and more prosperous.

In the warm yellow light, Jing Ci was reddened by Ying Jiao, and the most vulnerable part was in his hands.

He was soft, his eyes blurred, and he was almost fascinated, and he could only grit his teeth to keep himself silent.

Yingjiao's slender fingers stroked his lips back and forth, and said dumbly: "Baby, call Langdian, I want to hear it."

Jing Ci tilted his head, grabbed the bed sheet under him, and said nothing.

"Don't listen to me?" Yingjiao's speed increased slightly: "How did you promise me just now?"

Jing Ci snorted uncontrollably. He lowered his eyes, his long, dense eyelashes trembling. After a long while, he let go of his teeth.

"Good." Yingjiao was satisfied, bowed his head and kissed his ear rewardingly.

Jing Ci's ears were originally sensitive points. At this time, when he touched him, he couldn't control it.

Win arrogantly.

Ying Jiao looked down at his hand and joked: "Jingshen, you can't do this. What about the comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical education, and art?"

Jing Ci was so embarrassed that he couldn't wait to get into the quilt.

Ying Jiao grinned, staring into his eyes, lowered his head and slowly licked his palm.

Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly: "You..."

"It's very sweet." Ying Jiao said with a sullen smile: "It seems that it is better not to let you drink Coke."

Jing Ci almost burned in shame, and couldn't bear it anymore, raising an arm to cover his face.

"What kind of cover? I haven't seen anything about you." Ying Jiao tore off his arm and gasped and said, "Did you let me go? Baby, there is no end to this today."

Jing Ci was really afraid of his tricks, and looked at him beggingly: "Brother..."

Jing Ci had just finished getting comfortable, and his slightly narrow eyes were wet, shining with water, and people couldn't help but want to be bullied.

"It's useless to call you brother." Ying Jiao was in pain, and a thin layer of sweat came out from the corner of his forehead. His gloomy eyes fell on Jing Ci's lips, and he said solemnly: "Come here, wherever you make a mistake, you have to punish it."

With eyes facing each other, Jing Ci understood in an instant.

His cheeks were hot and he swallowed dryly. For a long time, he fell down obediently.

Halfway through, Ying Jiao looked down at him and suddenly asked, "Baby, is it delicious?"

Jing Ci's breath was suffocated, and his eyelids were flushed with embarrassment.

"Why don't you speak?" Ying Jiao gently stroked his hair, tried his best to restrain the fire in his heart, stepped back slightly, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The corners of Jing Ci's bullied eyes were wet, and even his eyelashes were covered with mist. He breathed in confusion and did not speak anyway.

However, he couldn't resist winning the pride, and he was forced to say those two words in the end.

The two of them finished messing around and packed everything up. It was already the middle of the night. Jing Ci shrank in the quilt and wrapped himself into a cocoon.

Winning Jiao helplessly, peeled the people out of the quilt and fished them into his arms: "Isn't it just talking to each other, are you?"

"Don't, don't say..." Jing Ci stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, collapsed: "Brother, don't say..."

"Okay, don't tell." Ying Jiao bowed his head and kissed him in the palm of his hand, and changed the subject: "Who did you meet when you went out today?"

"No one." Jing Ci lowered his eyes, letting Yingjiao rub his waist slowly: "I just... suddenly had a convulsion."

Winning arrogant laughter, knowing he didn't tell the truth. But it doesn't matter, he can probably guess it.

"Baby," Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and raised his chin, and said seriously: "Don't say that kind of thing to poke my heart in the future, okay?"

"I'm sorry." Jing Ci apologized, wishing to kill himself at that time, and promised: "I won't do it again."

"Don't worry about anything," Ying Jiao gently stroked his hair and the back of his neck, and said softly, "I am there."

Jing Ci let out a "um".

"So..." Ying Jiao looked down at his hair and smirked, "I will go out with me tomorrow to buy a set? What flavor do you like?"

Jing Ci was in a daze, and he didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed to the restricted level.

"I heard that there are various styles, what thread, grain, icy... which one do you like?"

Jing Ci buried his head on his chest and said nothing.

"What about you," Yingjiao continued to ask: "Or do you want to choose again in the supermarket?"

"Everything, everything..." Jing Ci clenched his finger tightly, closed his eyes, and said, "You don't want to..."

Ying Jiao chuckled, knowing that he was almost reaching the limit, bowed his head and kissed him, and turned off the bedside lamp: "Go to sleep."

Jing Ci was too tired, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

In the dark, Ying Jiao listened to his even breathing, took him into his arms, and sighed softly.

A few days later, it was New Year's Eve.

Ying Jiao and Jing Ci had long agreed with He Congee and the others that they would celebrate the New Year together. In the evening, they had a meal of coconut chicken and set off to the square where the fireworks were set off.

"I heard that this firework is the most grand in the past ten years." Zheng Que was so excited that he couldn't sit still, not because he liked fireworks, but because he was infected by the beaming New Year's Eve atmosphere around him: "It lasted for ten minutes. Woolen cloth."

"Old Zheng, calm down." He congee holding a coconut, while drinking, said: "Your sister hasn't made an appointment again, so what can I do to please."

Zheng Que instantly withered. He glanced enviously at Ying Jiao and Jing Ci next to him, and said sourly, "I was just asking casually."

Ying Jiao re-wrapped the scattered scarf for Jing Ci, and gave him a pitying look: "The way your mouth is so hard is really pitiful and distressing."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was so angry that his nose was crooked, so he ignored him and asked He porridge: "Old Ho, do you want me to learn some musical instruments? The guy who played the guitar on the stage during our school celebration last time, I heard that later I have received a lot of love letters."

He wondered: "What musical instrument can show my masculinity, but also attract the attention of girls?"

He congee: "Go to learn guitar too?"

Zheng Que shook his head: "There are too many people in this meeting, it's not rare."

Jing Ci thought for a while, and said seriously: "Piano?"

Zheng Que denied again: "That's too difficult, it should be done quickly."

Win arrogance sneered.

Zheng Que immediately looked at him vigilantly.

"Quick start, eye-catching, and masculine..." Ying Jiao counted his demands one by one.

"Yes!" Zheng Que was very satisfied with his concluding remarks: "Brother Jiao, do you have a good suggestion?"

Winning pride: "Suona."

There were several uncontrollable laughs around him, He Peng directly fell on Peng Chengcheng, almost not suffocating Peng Chengcheng.

Even Jing Ci couldn't hold back, and laughed.

Zheng Que rushed over to win the arrogance, but in the end, he couldn't hold back his happiness.

A few people just came to the square with a smile.

There are a lot of people in the square, and Egypt is crowded, all for the title of "the grandest firework in ten years". If you don't pay attention, you will leave.

Yingjiao turned his head to look at Jing Ci, and said, "Follow me."

Jing Ci nodded, indicating that he knew.

Ying Jiao was itchy when he saw his well-behaved appearance, and tugged at the tip of his coat hat with a cheap hand.

Jing Ci didn't get angry, so he straightened his hat back in good temper.

They came a bit late, they were all people in a good location, and there were no gaps. The invincible figure of He Zhou lost for the first time, and a few people could only stand to the side of the subway entrance.

It's eleven and fifty-nine.

On the iconic building of the square, colorful countdown numbers appeared.

Someone couldn't help but began to read: "Forty-one...forty...thirty-nine..."

As the numbers get smaller and smaller, the voice of the crowd counting down the countdown is getting louder and louder.

Finally, when the number on the building turned to zero, the first row of fireworks with pale golden tails swept across the night sky, exploded bang-bang above the head, and burst into brilliant colors.

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers.

"It's not in vain this time!" He Conge shouted at Zheng Que in a loud voice.

Zheng Que nodded desperately, calmed down the exclamation in his heart for a while, looked around, and suddenly said, "Where are Brother Jiao and Brother Ci?"

"Huh?" He porridge looked around for a while, but he didn't see anyone, wondering: "Aren't you still here? It's probably because there are too many people, and I squeezed to another place."

"should be."

In the subway entrance at this moment, Ying Jiaozheng pressed Jing Ci against the wall and kissed hard.

It was past 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the subway had ceased operations a long time ago, and there was no one inside. Everyone was attracted by the fireworks, and there was no need to worry about someone breaking in.

The fireworks outside are gorgeous and lively. Inside, it is their own quiet little world.

Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ci's hand and clasped his fingers, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and whispered, "Happy New Year."

The two clung to each other tightly, the breath of each other's breath. Jing Ci raised his head slightly so that he could kiss himself: "Happy New Year."

This is their first New Year together, and there will be many such New Years in the future.

Jing Ci thought.

He glanced down at the black bracelet on his wrist. The location of the New Year's Eve will change, the form will change, and the surrounding scenes will change, but the two of them will never change.

"What do you want? So inattentive." Yingjiao touched his nose affectionately, and smiled: "It's because I haven't worked hard enough."

"No……"

Jing Ci wanted to say something, but the ending sound disappeared between his lips and tongue.

Yingjiao has a very comfortable New Year's Day. During the day, I am writing questions and molesting Jingci by the way. I will release my energy in bed at night. The only regret is that I haven't made the last step.

Not wanting, but lacking the necessary tools.

Before, he was afraid of Jingci and felt that he was doing something wrong with him, so he didn't prepare a set and lubricant.

Who knew that when wanted to use it, discovered that it happened to hit the Spring Festival and the store did not deliver it.

Yingjiao also refused to go to the roadside to buy small-brand products, fearing that Jingci would not be in good health, so he could only grit his teeth and hold fire and wait for the official website to ship. In the end, it was the day when Jing resigned from the training team.

"You can concentrate on doing your business, don't worry about me." In the train station, Yingjiao stuffed a bottle of mineral water into Jing Ci's hand, and rubbed his head: "I'll wait for you at home."

He paused, then smiled and added: "Don't worry, I will do the questions according to your schedule and make sure not to be lazy."

Before they were separated, Jing Ci had already begun to want to win the pride. He nodded, trying to say something, but only one sentence was left on his lips: "Then I will go first. See you at the beginning of school."

After speaking, he was stunned. always feel that this scene is a bit familiar, but for a while can't remember when experienced it.

Just as the ticket check began, he was anxious to say goodbye to Yingjiao, so he didn't think deeply.

With the cover of his sleeves, Ying Jiao shook his hand vigorously: "See you at the beginning of school."

After waiting until Jing Ci's figure disappeared at the ticket gate, Ying Jiao turned around and went home.

Obviously, there is only one person missing, but the house has become empty. He stared blankly at the chair in the study. At this time, Jing Ci had been sitting here quietly and reading. As long as he turned his eyes, he could see him.

Ying Jiao sat down on that chair and gently opened the cabinet below, wanting to take this exercise book out and divert her attention.

Winning arrogantly stunned.

In neatly organized cabinets, there are several boxes of beautifully packed sugar cubes. He was short, and gently lifted the label on the top—

Brother, eat when you want to smoke.

"Do you want anything?"

"I want to eat sweets, but I have quit smoking recently.

He made it up casually in order to make Jing Ci happy.

He had forgotten it a long time ago.

Jing Ci always remembered.

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