Jiang Yao opened the Wangzi Cowboys with one hand and put it in front of her, pinching the soft flesh next to her cheek: "Drink more milk and grow taller."
Gently tuck the fallen hair behind your ears.
I don't know if it was alcohol, but the place he touched felt a bit on fire.
Qing Jun's side face was hidden in the shadow of the orange light, creating a deep outline.
While chatting and laughing, he helped her block many malicious toasts.
Inexplicably, it's like a newlywed toasting wine to all the guests.
As if to cover up something, Shen Qinghe took a few gulps of milk and buried himself in the food.
The teacher had already sensed the aura of Bagua when Jiang Yao arrived, and secretly paid attention to the two of them for a long time, bumping his shoulder against her while she was struggling to eat.
He joked with an ambiguous look on his face: "What is your relationship? Are you secretly together behind my back?"
"Even if we're not together, we'll be together soon!"
"There are pink bubbles all around you two!"
These ridiculing words made Shen Qinghe hide away in shame.
Xia Yanyan, who was across from her, suddenly slammed her bowls and chopsticks onto the table, furious.
Compared to her, Zhao Enning is better at doing things. He slowly put down his chopsticks and said, "You have to keep your temper when joking. I don't think the seniors are so shy!"
What followed was a group of people's obsessive behavior, which made Shen Qinghe feel deeply uncomfortable and reduced his appetite.
Seeing that she had a poor appetite, Xu Shijiang Yao turned sideways and whispered in her ear: "Run away?"
There was a slight smell of alcohol in his breath, and the hair beside his ears ruffled, making him feel a little itchy.
Her slightly drunken fox eyes were all flashing around.
Shen Qinghe's heart felt hot due to the scorching gaze, and he nodded mysteriously.
"Run away if you lose by three."
"good."
Shen Qinghe nodded solemnly and waited patiently for him to count.
Just as she counted "three", a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Run!"
Before Shen Qinghe had time to react, he was pulled off the stool and staggered a few steps before he managed to stand still.
Ignoring the cries around him, I ran after him.
The street scene in front of her eyes kept receding, and the hem of her skirt was rustling in the wind. Unknowingly, she held his hand.
The sweat on my palms mingled together, making it warm and moist.
Taking care of the wound on her knee, Jiang Yao ran to the corner and stopped.
He looked at the tightly held hands in astonishment, with a smile appearing on the corners of his eyes and brows.
He caught a glimpse of her eyes falling on her hands and deliberately changed the subject: "Does your leg hurt?"
Shen Qinghe's nose was filled with the woody fragrance of his body and the smell of sweat, which was not unpleasant at all.
On the contrary, I felt inexplicably satisfied.
It was sweating with her.
Adjust your breathing: "Not bad."
In fact, the wound looked serious. After the scab formed, it wouldn't hurt as long as she didn't walk often. But the people around her were worried about her and insisted on supporting her.
Jiang Yao was worried that she didn't have enough to eat: "Want to eat fried chicken?"
She didn't eat much, but she ate more than twenty mutton skewers, ten fish and tofu, and half a bowl of rice.
"No, it's not healthy to do it at night." Shen Qinghe refused without thinking.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Let's have pearl milk tea!" I'm a little greedy for the craftsmanship of the milk tea shop in front of the school.
Jiang Yao didn't understand: "Is this healthy?"
Shen Qinghe said, "Look, pearls are beautiful."
"Yeah." Jiang Yao looked at her quietly.
"Milk, it supplements calcium."
"Then what."
"Of course tea is good for health, how healthy it is."
Jiang Yao clenched his fist, put it to his lips, and chuckled in his throat, his voice was particularly lazy: "Okay, I will listen to you."
Shen Qinghe raised his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead, and belatedly realized that they were still holding hands, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand and returned to a safe social distance.
I was a little nervous, and my eyes didn't know where to look.
The fullness and stickiness in my hands were gradually replaced by the coolness of the wind, and a sense of loss quietly spread.
——
It was around nine o'clock in the evening, and there were not many people in the milk tea shop, which mainly relied on takeaways.
Jiangyao: “A cup of pearl milk tea.”
After ordering the food, the two of them sat in the shop and chatted.
There was a knock on the glass window, and Shen Qinghe subconsciously turned his head to look over.
This is Wen Jingjing.
Standing by the window with a resentful look on his face.
"Milk tea is ready."
Shen Qinghe didn't care too much. He took the milk tea and ran out to stick to her: "Jingjing, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come out without saying a word."
"Do you know how worried I am when I go back and can't see you?"
"I know I was wrong." She acted coquettishly and begged for forgiveness.
Wen Jingjing did not forgive her and walked quickly ahead alone.
Shen Qinghe gave up on himself, inserted a straw and took a sip. He sighed with satisfaction: "It tastes so good! My dear, would you like to take a sip?"
A pair of slender hands with clear joints passed by her face and took away the milk tea in her hand.
With his hands empty, Shen Qinghe was stunned for a few seconds and blinked, unable to realize what was going on.
Jiang Yao stared at the straw she had just sucked into her mouth, which still had her lipstick mark on it, with a deep look in her eyes, with a somewhat inexplicable meaning.
He took a sip of the milk tea, smiled, and said in a low and hoarse voice, as if rolling out from the depths of his throat: "Well, it's really delicious."
Indirect...kiss.
Shen Qinghe's heart trembled, his face turned slightly red, he forced himself to calm down, and shyly took back the milk tea.
——
After returning to the dormitory, Shen Qinghe apologized humbly for a long time and promised to treat Wen Jingjing to two Haidilao meals before being forgiven.
After taking a shower, Shen Qinghe sat in front of the table and dried his hair. Milk tea was placed next to the mirror, and he stared at the straw in a daze.
"Why are you so dazed?" Chen Anzhi saw the milk tea and asked, "Can I drink it?"
"No." He refused without thinking.
Shen Qinghe had snacks and the like and was willing to share them with them.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Wen Jingjing leaned out half of her body from the bed: "Don't drink that, Jiang Yao drank it before!"
Chen Anzhi opened his mouth wide: "You are making progress so fast? This just confirms that you like him!"
"Where is it?" She obviously didn't do anything.
"We've all kissed you, aren't you happy?"
"No, I just held hands."
"Indirect kisses are also kisses, right?"
The dormitory was silent for a few seconds, and the three people said in unison: "Still holding hands?!"
Wen Jingjing stopped sleeping, rolled out of bed, and tortured her.
After explaining the cause and effect, the three people were a little disappointed.
Chen Anzhi: "No, ask him why he had milk tea with you?"
Charming pictures flashed through Shen Qinghe's mind, and he blushed involuntarily.
Under their coercion and inducement, they took a picture of Jiang Yao and sent a message: Why did you drink my milk tea?
Within two minutes, Jiang Yao replied: Didn't you ask me to drink it?
Shen Qinghe touched his chin and thought for a long time. Her dear name was Wen Jingjing!
Wen Jingjing took the phone and answered the message for her.
Shen Qinghe: If you do this, people will misunderstand you!