Wen Siheng's expression seemed to be extremely wronged, and his soft and fluffy hair shone under the warm ceiling light, making him look like a snoring puppy.
"No, no, I didn't." Jian Anran denied it three times.
"Then why don't you sleep with me?" the puppy grunted again.
What kind of tiger and wolf words is this?
"See for yourself what you are talking about? Is this appropriate?" Jian Anran originally wanted to say if this is legal, but after thinking for a moment, it was indeed quite legal.
"I don't like Plato's stuff." The puppy said in a low voice.
Plato opposed treating love as the satisfaction of lust, and believed that love is the admiration caused by seeing the essence of beauty from the beautiful form in the world. Through this kind of love, people can achieve eternal beauty.
Jian Anran once read in a book before, in short, it is yes to love spiritually, but no to love physically.
The next second, a slender hand grabbed Wen Siheng's wrist, and the body, which was a head shorter than his, pressed him tightly against the wall.
The pretty face was stunned for a moment, then Wen Siheng put his hands around her waist, arched her waist slightly, and buried his face in Jian Anran's neck, the tip of his nose brushed against her smooth skin, and his hot breath swept over her collarbone.
Jian Anran reached out and brushed his neck, sliding slightly along his beautiful collarbone. Wherever her fingertips touched, Wen Siheng felt numb like an electric shock, and the hand on her waist slid down involuntarily.
Her lips fell lightly and heavily on his neck. Wen Siheng's breathing became more and more disordered, and he said in a hoarse voice: "If you keep doing this, I will cross the line."
"Why not?" Her rouge-pink lips curved, and Jian Anran raised her clear eyes and said.
"Don't you dislike me?" Wen Siheng's voice was trembling, and he looked eagerly at the villain in front of him for answers.
It was as if I was running in the dark and saw the only beam of light, and I tried my best to catch it.
"Teacher Wen," she put her index finger gently on his lips, with a blush on her cheeks, "don't belittle yourself."
After receiving permission, the little man who had been tightly restraining him a second ago was picked up horizontally. His body went limp, and Jane fell safely into the soft cup.
What a big bed.
Jian Anran's head went blank.
In the middle of the night, Jian Anran, who was restrained in a strong embrace, turned around and suggested, "How about we sleep in another bed?"
"Huh? You don't want me to sleep in your bed?" Wen Siheng said hoarsely.
"Can't sleep."
After moving to the master bedroom, Wen Siheng buried his nose in her freshly dried hair and inhaled hard, as if he wanted to greedily inhale all the lingering fragrance into his nose.
"How about you sleep here from now on?" Wen Siheng carefully probed.
Jian Anran grabbed his restless hand that was increasingly tentative and patted his fluffy hair.
The words are serious and thoughtful: "Pay attention to your body."
The next morning, when Jian Anran was half asleep and half awake, she stretched out her hand and touched it. She was completely empty, with only layers of wrinkles left on the white sheets.
Struggling to sit up from the bed, Jian Anran couldn't help but "hiss" and stretched out her hand to hit her sore waist.
She was even more determined to sleep in a second bed, as there were some things she just couldn't do more of.
When I walked out barefoot, the living room was empty. I didn't hear a dull buzzing until I walked to the kitchen.
Pushing open another door that had been converted into a storage room, Wen Siheng squatted in front of the washing machine and stared at the drum rotating.
In the washing machine are pink sheets from the second bedroom.
"You're awake, why don't you wear shoes? The ground is cold." Wen Siheng's eyes fell on her bare feet.
The only two pairs of hotel disposable slippers left yesterday broke when they walked into the bathroom hand in hand to take a shower.
"Shall we go to the supermarket together after you finish class today?" Wen Siheng said.
"What class are you taking? Today is my first day at work as an office assistant."
By the way, go to work!
I took out my mobile phone and saw that it was already past half past eight. If we set off now, if there is no traffic jam during the morning rush hour, we can barely reach the office in time.
"I'm leaving first." Jian Anran turned around and went out to wash up.
"What's the hurry?" Wen Siheng followed slowly.
"Why are you not in a hurry?" Jian Anran was a little annoyed, "It's not all you. Today is your first day at work, so you have to leave a good impression on the teacher?"
Wen Siheng pretended to be thoughtful: "Well, the impression you left on the teacher should be quite good."
"You know again?" Jian Anran rolled her eyes and couldn't help but hold her sore waist while lowering her head to wash her face.
"I must sleep in another bed tonight." She glared angrily at the calm man next to her, and added, "Sleep by yourself!"
"The sheets were just washed." Wen Siheng squinted his eyes lazily.
"Don't you have a dryer at home?"
"broken."
"Didn't you just move in?" Jane Anran was speechless.
"Just broken."
By the time Jian Anran had changed her clothes, Wen Siheng was already waiting at the entrance with the car keys.
"I'll take you there." He turned around and opened the dark door.
There were people coming and going in the teaching building for morning classes. Jian Anran originally wanted to refuse, but she checked the time, 8:40.
She could only remind her repeatedly: "I'll get off the bus first, and you'll get off in ten minutes."
When the elevator went up to the office area on the seventh floor, it was already 9:05. Jane Anran was praying silently, hoping that the teacher would not arrive too early today, while quickly browsing the form sent to her by the counselor.
She was in such a hurry to go out that she forgot to check in advance which office she was assigned to.
The words on the table were so densely packed that Jian Anran's eyes almost blurred before she finally found her name in the excel table——
Jian Anran, Department Building 703.
Standing at the door of 703, she smoothed her hair, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door three times.
"Please come in." A girl inside said.
Gently pressing the door handle, she cautiously poked her head in. The office was empty, except for two or three seniors in front of the computer. She looked around and saw no older faces.
Fortunately, my only wish when I am late is that the teacher is also late.
"Hello, senior, I'm the office assistant here for the first day today. My name is Jian Anran." She awkwardly walked to the door and mustered up the courage to say hello.
"Ah? Office assistant, I seem to have heard the teacher say that you are an undergraduate?" a senior asked enthusiastically.
"Yes, I am a senior this year."
"You're a senior, that's great," the senior sister pointed to a table at the back of the office with a smile, "This is your seat, take a rest first, the teacher hasn't come yet."
Jian Anran put down her bag, took out the mineral water she had taken from the refrigerator before going out, put it on the table, and took a deep breath.
"Don't be nervous, our teacher is very kind." The senior sister patted her on the shoulder.
"Yes, yes," the senior on the side agreed, "very nice."
The footsteps outside the door gradually approached, and Jian Anran's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Hearing the sound of the door handle turning, a gust of wind was brought in. Jian Anran turned around and looked -
Huh? Why is he here?
"Good morning, Teacher Wen, this is our new elementary school girl." The senior sister pulled Jian Anran to greet the teacher.
I don’t know if you guys have ever seen the meme “It’s such a big bed”. I don’t know if I know it. It’s really hard not to add it when a tenth-level scholar writes this.
