The air condensed, and the scene was silent for a while.

Song Ranran finally recovered from the impact, opened her eyes in a daze, waved her hands to find a support point and stood up.

After several struggles, the scattered hair slipped through the seasonal nude. The exposed shoulder blades and clavicles brought inexplicable itch.

Ji Shixu only felt that his throat was getting dryer.

"Should you wait, don't be anxious." Ji Shixu grabbed her hand that was rumbling around and said hoarsely, then raised her eyes to look at the two people at the entrance of the entrance, with a cold look on her face, with a chilling look: "Have you seen enough?"

Ding Yifan swallowed his saliva and said nothing.

Zhang Xun was shocked and waved his hand quickly: "Enough is enough, disturb the trouble."

Seasonal timing: "The door is behind, the key is left."

Zhang Xun nodded and bowed, bent down to put the key on the small soft stool next to him, and pulled Ding Yifan, who was still stunned, and retreated: "Just go, go, you continue, continue, we don't know anything, and we don't see anything."

Ding Yifan was so dragged that he staggered, scratching his head and said, "What should I do if my mother asks me to deliver food when I don't have a key? I have to play games in the future... Um!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xun forced himself to block his mouth and drag it out.

"Someone is here? Are they Ding Yifan and the others?" Song Ranran raised her head and looked at the door, only seeing the door that was closed again.

The eyes moved back. The person under him frowned and his expression of depression and discomfort, even his breathing became much heavier.

"Is it uncomfortable? Did you hit your wound?"

She didn't care about anything else, turned off Ji Shixue, fell on the carpet, and looked at his waist anxiously.

Ji Shixu quickly pulled out the sofa pillow cover under him and covered the restlessness under him. He turned his face and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

The wound was fine, and there was no sign of collapse, but the surrounding skin looked a little pale because it was tied with bandages.

Song Ranran felt relieved and was too lazy to get up again. She simply leaned on the sofa halfway down, holding iodine and gauze on her legs, and said, "I will give you medicine first."

"Um."

Ji Shisei said with a low voice, keeping the posture of leaving his face away, holding the sofa pillow tightly, and his nerves were tense, feeling the cool touch from his waist, and the slightly hot body temperature when the girl's fingertips brushed by, and her breathing became hot.

Song Ranran took a new bandage to help him get rid of it, turned around and cleaned up the medicine box, with a worried expression: "Your temperature seems to be a little high. Have you caught a cold?"

Looking at him wearing thin short sleeves, she couldn't help but learn Su Qinghan's tone: "You can't just ignore your youth. If you get rheumatoid arthritis or something, you will suffer when you get old. You don't want your wife to dance social dances or square dances with others in the future. You can sit in a wheelchair and be hung beside you to watch."

Ji Shixu's face flashed with embarrassment, and he turned his head to look at her. Seeing her serious and serious look, he silent for a second, and then nodded seriously: "Well, I don't want to."

Song Ranran smiled with satisfaction, stood up and looked at the temperature on his forehead. It was fine, it was not as hot as it was on his body, so he wouldn't catch a cold.

She picked up the sweatshirt next to her and handed it to him: "The temperature has been very low recently. Remember to wear more clothes. I'll come here tomorrow night to deliver food to you."

Ji Shixue took it silently, put it on, wanted to get up and take her downstairs, glanced at the sofa pillow, and fell silent.

"I'm a little sleepy and can't send you down anymore. Be careful on the way and send me a message when you get home."

Song Ranran waved his hand indifferently: "It's only a few buildings, not far away. You can have a good rest."

Ji Shixu watched her close the door, looked down at the pillow, and her brain was tangled for several seconds, so she did a multiple-choice question.

In winter, I took a cold shower, but I still hung it for it to calm down. I still jumped repeatedly.

Finally, he got up and walked towards the bathroom.

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"Seasonal timing..."

Ji Shixu was awakened by this soft sound and found himself half lying on the sofa, wearing the thin T-t before going to bed.

Song Ranran knelt in front of him, wearing a lotus-colored suspender nightgown. He must have just finished taking a shower, his hair was half dry and scattered behind him and shoulders, with a pair of wet deer eyes open, looking at him gently, with water in his eyes still shining. Outside the window behind her was full of stars.

"Ji Shixue, why are you ignoring me?" Seeing that he seemed to be stunned, Song Ranran pouted and pulled the corner of his clothes: "Don't you like me?"

"like."

He heard himself answering in a hoarse voice.

"I like you too."

Her deer eyes suddenly became brighter, with bright stars, reflecting his figure.

"I like you very much..."

The voice was gentle and slow, obedient and coquettish, with a little sweetness and a little charm, as if a hook was teasing his heart, making his throat hot and his breathing became heavy again.

In another second, she let go of the corner of his clothes, leaned forward, pressed her hand against his chest, and slowly approached him.

He could almost smell the nice milky smell on her body, a soft and sweet smell that was more attractive than anything he had ever smelled.

The girl approached his arms, getting closer and closer, and her half-dry wet hair fell down, dripping on his collarbone, revealing itchyness.

He was a little at a loss, ecstatic and disbelief in his heart, so he could only stare at her blankly, not daring to make any moves.

Looking at the red lips getting closer and closer, the restlessness that had finally calmed down before going to bed swept over again. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, his throat was itchy, but his body became more and more dry and hot.

The two of them were tangled in one place, their red lips further enlarged and approached, and he could almost feel the soft touch he felt when he was in the woods that time.

The next second, the sky turned and the stars came to my face.

“Buzz…”

He suddenly woke up.

The phone kept vibrating at the head of the bed.

Yes, Ding Yifan called.

"Brother Shi, my mother said she would make you an eel pork liver soup tomorrow and ask me to send it to you. But I don't have the key to your house anymore, so remember to open the door for me tomorrow."

On the other end of the phone, Ding Yifan's voice was as high as ever.

"You don't have to come here." He said word by word, slowly, and with silence, suppressing his inner mania: "Don't come here again no matter what happens in the past few days."

Then, without waiting for any response from the other side, press the lock screen key and turn off the machine.

There were lights outside the window, and a gust of wind came in through the unclosed gap in the window, blew a little cool.

He clenched his hands into a fist and supported his forehead, gasping for a moment.

"grass!"

He cursed in a hoarse voice, not knowing whether he was scolding Ding Yifan or himself.

The breeze blew, and the heat in his lower abdomen was still clear. He finally compromised and walked to the bathroom again.

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The next day, Song Ranran went to school as usual, but after school, she did not go home as usual, but instead turned to No. 3 Middle School.

She figured out that with her current cooking skills, it would be better to take care of Ji Shisei with her, or to take care of Ji Shisei with her.

At the gate of No. 3 Middle School, the guard of the doorman was checking the student ID of the boarding student in case a boarding student escaped. He saw Song Ranran wearing a school uniform coming from a distance, and felt his temple jump.

He recognized this as Teacher Su's little niece, and let it go without asking any more questions. He mentioned by the way: "Teacher Su is probably still holding a class meeting in their class. The students in their class have committed a big deal, and Teacher Su was criticized by the school. Please comfort her when you go back."

Song Ranran nodded, thanked the uncle, and went straight to the teacher's cafeteria.

She had heard about the mistakes made by the students in Su Qinghan's class last night. In fact, the problem was not big, and it was a failure. It was just because there were too many students involved, so the school deducted my sister-in-law's salary for half a month and ordered her to keep up with the class's exercise. So Su Qinghan would go home very late these days and could not have dinner with her because she had to keep an eye on the students after evening self-study.

However, she also has to be responsible for delivering food to Ji Shixue, and just eat it together.

Song Ranran packed four dishes and one soup from the cafeteria, sent a message to Su Qinghan to remind her not to forget to eat, and then walked towards the school gate.

When they arrived at the door, seven or eight boys were blocked in front of them. The other students who were about to enter and exit stood beside them and did not dare to go forward.

"The faces on your student ID are obviously different. Some wear glasses and some don't, some are fat and some are thin, some have double and some have single eyelids... You think I'm blind and can't tell you that! Let me go back!"

The old man yelled in a rough voice.

"I've just been myopia these days."

"I'm getting fat when we have a good meal in our school."

"I'm going to get double eyelids cut at home?"

...

The boys argued in a verbal way.

Song Ranran could not help but listened to her ears, only to think that their reasons were strange. But the small door that went out was blocked by them, and she had to go over and interrupt them.

"Classmate, can you give it up?"

"I'm so shit! I didn't see that my brothers were busy!" The yellow-haired boy turned around impatiently and cursed: "Isn't you?"

Before he finished speaking, the expression on his face became frightened, and he stuttered as he spoke again: "You...you..."

Huangmao patted the little flat-headed brother next to him, and his voice trembled: "She... she is here, she is here."

Then all the remaining boys looked back at Song Ranran, with a uniform and shocked face.

Moxi's calves were trembling with his head and calves, and finally shouted loudly: "Hello, sister!"

The next second, the other boys spoke in unison: "Hello, sister!"

Song Ranran: “…”
To be continued...