263.【The bed is so hard, but I will persevere to the end】
Inexplicably, she suddenly missed Tian Junhao very much, and felt a sense of grievance in her heart. Why did she feel that her three roommates were not very friendly.
All day long, An Ying sat on the bed and played with her mobile phone.
No one talked to her, even if she took the initiative, people would ignore her.
Her original fantasy of living on campus was shattered for the first time.
At night, An Yin slept on the hard bed in the dormitory, tossing and turning, feeling a bit resentful in her heart.[
Knowing that she was not used to sleeping on a hard bed, Hao didn't know how to put more cotton wool under it, and now she felt really uncomfortable.
Also, there was a girl snoring in the middle of the night.
She usually sleeps and is woken up by the slightest noise, but now she is complaining endlessly when others are shouting, but she doesn't dare to complain.
Okay, if you stick to it for a few days, you'll get used to it, An Ying encouraged herself in her heart.
I left a message, "The bed is so hard, but I will persevere to the end." Then I turned off the phone and went to sleep.
Tian Junhao took a shower, dried the water stains on his hair with a towel, and opened his home.
He knew that An Ying had a habit of updating her mood before going to bed.
Why do you want to know if she is sleeping at the moment and enter her home habitually?
Then I saw her updated mood, "The bed is so hard, but I will persevere to the end", and suddenly I felt a little annoyed.
I regret that I only laid a thin layer of cotton wool on her.
However, he couldn't help but smile again, and threw the phone aside without mercy.
In order to have a happy sex life every night in the future, An Ying can only suffer a little temporarily.
As long as the little girl can't hold on any longer, she will definitely come back and lie beside her, letting herself knead and take advantage of her.
Well, be tough-hearted and see who laughs last.
He lit a cigarette, sat on the bed and slowly smoked it, the lighter making a slight sound.
Glancing at the empty bed beside him, Tian Junhao felt helpless, hey, when will the little girl come back?
An Ying hid under the quilt, tossing and turning, still unable to sleep.
I miss Hao's embrace so much at this moment. Hao's warm body temperature and shallow breathing have become a luxury.