"I got this from hunting. It tastes very good. Auntie can just cook it like pork." Chen Yan replied.
"Hunting, good, good, good. There really isn't much game left now. Auntie will definitely do a good job." Qiu's mother said happily.
After saying that, he pushed Chen Yan into his daughter's room.
Then, he closed the door thoughtfully.
Qiu Xiaoyun's room is not big.
A bed, a desk, a chair, and a small wardrobe.
It's gone.
And the space is quite small.
There are clothes and pants on the chair. It seems that you can only sit next to the bed. On the bed, in a very obvious position, there is actually a pink underwear. The style is not trendy, but the two bowls are really pretty.
big.
That night...
Chen Yan tried his best to recall.
For a moment, I couldn't even think of her couple...could he have let them go that night?
"ah--"
Qiu Xiaoyun also saw it.
He quickly rushed towards the bed and used his body to cover it up.
However, I used too much force.
His forehead hit the backrest with a thud.
"oops......"
Qiu Xiaoyun reached out to cover his forehead with a look of pain on his face.
Chen Yan was speechless.
He dragged her up from the bed, forcibly opened her hand, and looked at her snow-white forehead... Actually, it can't be said to be snow-white, but bright red, because her whole face was flushed, and she was infinitely shy.
My forehead is very red and a little swollen.
Chen Yan looked into her eyes and met each other. Qiu Xiaoyun immediately lowered his head again, clutching his pink underwear tightly with both hands, squeezing and squeezing. Then he felt something was wrong and hurriedly hid it behind his back.
Suddenly, his face turned redder.
"Your face didn't get red so easily before? Did you get red face disease?" Chen Yan joked.
"No, no... I don't have red face disease."
"Yeah?"
Chen Yan reached out and touched her face, "It's very hot. Do you have a fever?"
Qiu Xiaoyun: "No, no, no fever."
Chen Yan said: "I, I, I think I have a fever, like boiling water."
"No, no, no."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"You, why are you trying to imitate me?"
"I thought you did it on purpose. You are already a principal after all, and you can even stutter when you speak. How can you teach students? Then the students will think that this is how you teach, and they will shout, "Old, old, hello teacher, I, I,"
I need to pee, pee, pee... peed in my pants."
Qiu Xiaoyun blushed and laughed out loud.
Finally, with some gags, most of the tension was eliminated.
"Brother Chen, you hate it, I don't stutter!"
"It's better if you don't stutter! Look at you, why are you so nervous? Horns are growing on your head." Chen Yan put his hand on the swollen part of her forehead and rubbed it gently, "How is it?"
"It hurts, hiss!"
"It's okay if it hurts! Let me remember one thing: your forehead is not as hard as wood."
Qiu Xiaoyun bit her lip, her eyes watered, and she said nothing.
She also remembered that night.
"Brother Chen, I have failed to live up to your expectations. No. 2 Middle School... I really can't stay any longer." Qiu Xiaoyun said aggrievedly.
"It's okay. It's okay not to stay, but before that, I will be responsible for helping you get back your grievances." Chen Yan said.
"Brother Chen..." Qiu Xiaoyun burst into tears and lay on Chen Yan's body.
Chen Yan's hand paused for a moment, and then he hugged her waist generously.