"Give it to my husband to eat." Zhang Mofei said nothing, walked to the door, picked up the prepared rope hook, and left the room.
In the dead of night, who wouldn't be lying in bed after being tired all day and then fall asleep?
Ms. Zhang was full of energy, playing the role of Spider-Man. She shook the rope hook in her hand, then swung it up to the second floor, and followed the rope quickly to the second floor.
Each room in the student apartment has a small balcony. She climbed onto the balcony, looked downstairs, and said with a smile, "Fortunately it's the second floor."
She reached out and knocked on the glass window, "Yangyang."
"Yangyang."
After shouting several times, the glass door opened, and Pei Mochen appeared wearing loose pajamas with wet hair.
Zhang Mofei smiled and raised the shaved ice in his hand high, "I've brought you shaved ice."
As she said this, she squeezed into Pei Mochen's room, and there was a smell she was familiar with in the room. It was the smell of Pei Mochen.
The bed was neatly made, and she was going to sit on the chair next to the computer desk, but then she thought the bed would be softer, so she sat on the bed.
She opened the box of shaved ice, and the hand holding the shaved ice was red from the cold. When she went upstairs just now, she held the box of shaved ice tightly in her mouth, and there were two teeth marks left on the carton.
"Come and eat, it's all melted."
Pei Mochen looked at the shaved ice that was about to turn into water, and his originally cold face gradually became tinged with a touch of tenderness.
"I won't eat this." After saying that, he wiped his head with a towel.
There was a trace of disappointment in Zhang Mofei's eyes, "But it's been hot all day, eating this can relieve the heat."
"You can eat it yourself." Pei Mochen looked at the box of shaved ice. He had obviously eaten it before, and it was Zhang Mofei's favorite strawberry flavor.
"Oh." Zhang Mofei responded, scooping up the shaved ice one by one with a spoon and stuffing it into his mouth. The sweet strawberry jam was mixed with the cool feeling, and it tasted great.
Halfway through eating, Zhang Mofei suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She put down her spoon and her face turned pale instantly.
Pei Mochen glanced at Zhang Mofei, and beads of sweat were already forming on her forehead.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Zhang Mofei covered her stomach with both hands, frowning in pain, "My stomach hurts so much."
Pei Mochen hurriedly threw away the towel in his hand and strode to Zhang Mofei. He pressed his fingers on the place Zhang Mofei was covering, "Does it hurt here?"
His voice was gentle and pleasant, and in Zhang Mofei's ears, it was like an instant painkiller.
Zhang Mofei glanced sideways at Pei Mochen, looking at his handsome face that had not recovered from the redness from the sun, she couldn't help but give it a quick peck.
"Yangyang, you are so handsome."
Pei Mochen instinctively turned to look at Zhang Mofei.
Zhang Mofei faced him, and when they turned around, their lips met unexpectedly, their soft lips touching.
Pei Mochen's lips were warm, while Zhang Mofei's lips were cold and sweet after eating shaved ice just now.
Zhang Mofei smiled and stuck out his tongue to lick Pei Moden's lips, and then retreated wisely.
"Zhang Mofei, are you sick?" Pei Mochen stood up and looked at Zhang Mofei angrily. He thought she was pretending to have a stomachache on purpose, so he threw the towel he was nervous about just now on the ground.
Zhang Mofei was startled when he saw Pei Mochen getting angry, and said aggrievedly, "I'll just kiss you. Why are you so angry? The lips you kissed just now were the ones you turned around and accidentally touched mine. I didn't insist on kissing you."
