The rapid transformation from a graceful poet to a satyr
It was very late that day, and Han Jue didn't come back.
At night without Han Jue, I still have to sleep the same.
I'm used to living alone. I don't have any overly polite expressions towards the boys outside who are obviously working day and night for my safety.
When attachment is only in its infancy and has not yet become a lifestyle habit, I can naturally continue my normal life with peace of mind.
Han Jue naturally has something to be busy with, not only his family and his own schoolwork, but he may also continue to run around for my affairs. In the past two days, he has been working hard for me, and this moment is a bit personal.
Space is also very important.
I slept until midnight and woke up a little bit.
There was a gentle night breeze blowing against my face, well... the window was opened...
I clearly remember that they closed the window tightly for me when I went to sleep at night. Although it was a bit stuffy to sleep with it closed, they felt it was safer, and I didn't object.
I didn't move, and opened my eyes gently. My good right hand gently went to the bedside and touched the heavy small vase. There were always one or two faint purple vines here. I couldn't name them, I only knew they grew.
In the corridor below the hospital, there is a faint, sometimes non-existent fragrance.
When Han Xiaochu comes here, she always likes to bring two roses and put them in. She says that roses are gaudy and cannot match my temperament. In fact, she is just an ignorant child.
How can a rose be more gaudy than a hundred flowers?
The spiciness and spiciness that pops up in the room is the essence of life. I love the color red very much, it feels very spiritual and life-like. I always feel that cleanliness is my own business, and it has nothing to do with what color you wear. Like Han Jue, wearing a black shirt also looks...
Even if Lu Li painted him white, he would still be dirty!
My hand retracted again, it turned out to be Han Jue!
However, there is a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body, which offsets his own comfortable fragrance.
He looked back and saw me. With the moonlight on his back, I couldn't see his expression clearly.
I always felt that he was quiet and strange. He seemed to have a lot on his mind.
Unfortunately, I am very poor at understanding people's thoughts, so I could only look at him and remain silent.
His gentle sigh was like night flowers falling to the ground. It was obviously silent, but it seemed that it could be heard.
The moonlight has a seductive charm,
As if guided by some mysterious power that confuses people's hearts,
I lazily stretched out my hand, wanting to cut out a small shadow of the spring moonlight and the charming man under the moon, and store it deep in my memory.
Han Jue walked closer step by step, but instead of approaching me and hugging me as I imagined, he sat on the chair next to the bed and looked at me.
His eyes are gentle, but also a little unpredictable!
My hand was slightly empty and dropped.
I am not an enthusiastic person by nature and like to take the initiative to give something. I always feel that it is a very mean behavior to take the initiative and others do not accept it.
Therefore, Han Jue's unintentional and indirect rejection of me made me slightly unhappy.
He said: "Did I wake you?"
I shook my head.
Being able to see him makes me feel at ease.
Even though he doesn't come to see me, I can still sleep.
Han Jue thought for a while and said, "I have to go to school tomorrow."
I use my eyes to show understanding, I understand.
Tomorrow is Monday, so he naturally has to go to school and start his normal life.
I can't let him drop everything in the world to be with me when I'm sick.
When it's important, it's enough for him to be with me.
He remained silent and looked at me.
But he didn't say anything more. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
I don't understand what he means?
Or maybe I misunderstood the flash of expression in his deep black eyes.
This is actually normal.
No matter how rich your expressions are, it's not like a typewriter. If there are no clear words displayed, then even the most familiar people will sometimes misjudge their expressions.
Maybe, he is just tired.
I know that he is no more than two or three years older than me, and that is when he is thirsty and sleepy. If he doesn’t get enough sleep, he will naturally feel very tired.
What's more, he works day and night like this, so it's no wonder he's not tired.
"Perhaps, I won't be able to visit you every night these days!" He repeated again.
I frowned. Although Han Jue sometimes likes to be funny on purpose, he is definitely not a man who likes nonsense. What does he mean by saying the same thing repeatedly like this? He can't watch it every night, but can't he watch it every day?
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Moreover, we have only known each other for a short time. In fact, seeing each other every day has already happened very quickly.
"Is this okay? Zhuangzhuang..." There was a strange desire in his eyes that made me dizzy. I couldn't decipher it even after looking at it for a long time. Did he want me to just go along and say it's okay, or did he want me to coquettishly shake my head, "
No, no, I must see you every night..."
Thinking that one day I, Zhuang Xiaoleng, might say this with Han Xiaochu's sweet and soft voice, I couldn't help but feel chills all over my body... my hair stood on end, it was scarier than watching a ghost movie!
I don't know what the expression was on my face at this time, but I clearly felt that Han Jue was even more disappointed.
It's probably not my misunderstanding.
What the hell is this girl in love with?
I'm angry, let's just go into heat when I'm in heat. I had a good time before, at least I know what kind of gangster thing this girl wants to do, and what she wants to do in a roundabout way now. Let me figure this out by myself?! The question is, what's the use of trying to figure this out?
, can be used as food or clothing!!
I showed no mercy to Han Jue's tender and resentful expression. I suddenly kicked him out of the quilt and hit his kneecap...
Kicked him and his chair back, away from me!
I wanted to turn around and sleep, but now I became angry. I didn't expect that my physical condition meant that I was not qualified to sleep on my left side!
Well, when the injury hurt, the whole body immediately stiffened and twitched quietly...
Han Jue stopped acting in his romantic idol drama at eight o'clock, and immediately rushed over and said, "What's wrong, Zhuangzhuang, where did you touch her?"
Damn it, where did I hit it!
I obviously injured my shoulder, didn't you know? Where are your hands... where are you putting your hands?
While pretending to be innocent, Han Jue pinched my plump breasts with his hands and said in surprise: "Ah, it's bruised. It's so swollen. It's terrible. I want to see..."
As I spoke, my eyes flashed with lust, and my hands hurriedly took off my clothes. The elegant image of the graceful poet just now did not see how to transform into an extremely dirty and shameless gangster...
I was extremely angry and wanted to laugh at the same time... My whole nerves were so shocked by this girl that I was torn apart.
This person saw my illness and bullied my weakness. At that moment, one hand easily restrained my intact right hand, and the other hand shamelessly pushed up my clothes. Everyone wanted to lie down and play kissing...
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