It wasn't until Shen Qinghe's face turned red from holding it in that Jiang Yao let her go, hugged her, and kept circling the end of her hair with his fingers.
Shen Qinghe's lips were extremely red and swollen, and they were still shiny.
She buried herself in his arms and refused to raise her head. Her voice was a little muffled: "Why are you so good at it?"
Do you practice with others a lot?
Hearing the jealousy in her words, Jiang Yao's cold eyes seemed to be filled with a smile. He looked down at the top of her furry hair and rubbed his chin on it: "It's just self-taught."
"But..." Shen Qinghe gradually trailed off, almost inaudible, "I can't."
Jiang Yao smiled half-heartedly: "It doesn't matter, I'll teach you."
"..."
"I'll practice more with you."
"..." Shen Qinghe complained silently in his heart, why didn't he realize that he was so thick-skinned before?
Maybe there was no one outside, so the sounds outside the door gradually became weaker.
Jiang Yao's voice was very light, but what he said was extremely shameless: "There is no one left, you can continue."
Shen Qinghe raised his head, broke away from his embrace, ducked behind him, strangled his neck with his arms, and pushed him with his knees.
He knocked the person down easily and looked at him condescendingly: "Come down on the ground to cool down!"
After saying that, he sat on the bedside and played with his mobile phone.
Jiang Yao lay motionless on the ground, staring at the white sky without saying a word.
He didn't understand what was wrong with him either.
She is usually calm and self-possessed. She rarely watches even 18-ban movies. She only occasionally glances at others when they watch them. She rarely pays attention to the figures of other girls. Most of her videos are about games. There is also a
A small part is the daily life of couples.
Lu Jinbai once joked: "You are so pure and stoic, and you have become a monk, so the old abbot likes you the most."
But when facing Shen Qinghe, the calmness that he was proud of became fragile, and all his rationality collapsed. He just wanted to have close contact with her, and all sense of propriety and gentlemanness disappeared.
Seeing that he hadn't gotten up for a long time, Shen Qinghe was a little worried, playing with his phone absentmindedly, pretending to be concerned as if nothing had happened: "Still not getting up?"
Some of the words changed when they were spoken: "Be careful of leaks."
The cold white light reflected Jiang Yao's face. Even when he was lying down, his jawline was still clearly visible, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly.
With a slight movement in my heart, I took out my mobile phone and pretended to take a selfie. I pointed the camera at him, found the shooting angle, and then pressed it.
The camera didn't know when to turn on the time-lapse shooting, which lasted seven seconds.
Shen Qinghe's face froze, and his eyes skipped the phone and landed on Jiang Yao. He leaned sideways, his arms resting on the floor, his head half-bent, staring straight at her.
Jiang Yao held his head and smiled: "Are you filming me?"
"I'm taking a selfie." Shen Qinghe's mouth froze with laughter, but he finally managed to hold on until the countdown ended.
Putting down her phone, she blushed and glanced at him secretly. He had no intention of moving, so she pretended to be retouching and looked at his photos carefully.
Shen Qinghe was a little carried away, and without paying attention, he said what was in his heart: "It's me! This photo angle is really well chosen!"
"Send it to me."
Shen Qinghe didn't even raise his head, concentrating on admiring Jiang Yao's beauty: "I won't give it to you."
A large shadow shrouded the top, the mattress next to it sank, and a fire source approached beside him, mixed with Jiang Yao's chuckle: "You said you weren't filming me?"
Both people were killed and captured.
Shen Qinghe tried to struggle, but subconsciously swiped to the left, and it was still Jiang Yao's photo. He swiped again, and it was still Jiang Yao.
It seems she accidentally touched the continuous shooting mode.
It's really fatal.
Shen Qinghe laughed twice: "Mistake."
Jiang Yao's eyes surged, he wrapped his hands around her slim waist, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said semi-ridiculously: "You made a mistake and took so many pictures?"
The breath she exhaled caressed her ears and the edge of her neck.
Shen Qinghe's ears and neck were always sensitive, so he shrank uncontrollably: "You don't know about continuous shooting?"
"So, why are you filming me secretly?"
Shen Qinghe gritted his teeth and refused to say that he was motivated by sex.
The tips of her ears turned red, and Jiang Yao began to tease her: "If you don't tell me, I will bite your neck."
The palms on her waist were too hot to ignore. Her thumbs rubbed the exposed skin on her waist. She couldn't help but feel excited. A layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on her skin, and her voice even trembled a little.
She broke the rules and couldn't speak coherently: "Of course, it's Brother Jiang, he's so handsome~"
The final note was so delicate that it made Jiang Yao's blood scream, and he rushed downwards to collect.
His eyes darkened in vain, his breath changed, became a little heavier, and he moved further away from her. He adjusted his sitting posture to make sure that she was covered before speaking.
His voice was hoarse: "I like it."
His original intention was to tease her, but before she could get annoyed, he aroused his own anger first.
Is this considered a source of fire? Playing with fire**?
As the distance grew further, Shen Qinghe relaxed, cut to the background, and slid the desktop screen aimlessly.
"Who is this?" Jiang Yao accidentally caught a glimpse that the screen saver on her phone was actually another man, her eyes narrowed slightly and her voice became cold.
Shen Qinghe raised his cell phone: "This is..."
"Qinghe, are you there?"
It's Wen Jingjing's voice.
Shen Qinghe suddenly became nervous and pulled Jiang Yao to hide.
If the bottom of the bed is solid, give up; if you can see shadows in the bathroom, give up; if the curtains bulge, give up...
"Qinghe?" Wen Jingjing called again.
Shen Qinghe dealt with it while looking for a hiding place: "I'm changing clothes, wait a minute."
His eyes fell on the wardrobe, he took Jiang Yao's arm and shook it, as if coquettishly: "I feel aggrieved, okay!"
Jiang Yao wanted to tell her that Wen Jingjing had known that they were together, but when she thought about Shen Qinghe's desire to keep it secret, she couldn't bear to tell her the cruel truth.
He took his shamelessness to the extreme and poked his cheek with his finger: "Kiss me and I'll go."
Shen Qinghe looked troubled. She was not a very proactive person. She really couldn't do this kind of proactive thing about her relatives.
"Qinghe, are you okay?" Wen Jingjing's voice could not conceal her excitement.
Shen Qinghe gritted his teeth, stood up on tiptoes and quickly rubbed Jiang Yao's cheek.
The moment Jiang Yao leaned against her, he turned his head slightly and felt a piece of warmth at the corner of his mouth.
Just touch and leave.
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's fly: "Okay."
Jiang Yao's eyes flickered, and he touched her lips with his fingers: "Yeah."
Commit yourself to the wardrobe.
Shen Qinghe looked left and right at the closet and found nothing out of the ordinary, so he quickly changed into his pajamas and went to open the door.
Wen Jingjing was already impatient with waiting and walked in sideways: "It's not like we haven't been honest with each other before. Why are you changing into pajamas and avoiding me?"
Shen Qinghe smiled apologetically: "Aren't you afraid that Xiaobai is also outside?"
Wen Jingjing curled her lips, as if she had thought of something: "You shouldn't have transferred to another school. The truth is not what those people said."