"You are indeed not young," Duan Jiaxu didn't mind her words and said calmly, "Then you have pity on me?"
Sang Zhi looked up at him with a serious expression and replied meekly: "I'll think about it."
It was just a joke, so Duan Jiaxu didn't take it too seriously. He pinched Sang Zhi's face, looked at the time, and asked, "Where else do you want to go? Do you want to watch a movie?"
After thinking for a few seconds, Sang Zhi shook his head.
Duan Jiaxu said patiently: "Then I'll take you back to your dormitory?"
Sang Zhi still stood there without moving, her lips covered by a scarf, her eyes looking round and big, staring straight at him. She sniffed and suddenly made a request: "I want you to carry me on your back."
"Can't walk anymore?" Duan Jiaxu said as he turned his back and squatted down, "Come up."
Sang Zhi lay down and hooked his neck with her hands. The next moment, Duan Jiaxu stood up, and his voice came from the front, close at hand, a little suspicious: "You really didn't drink much?"
"It's less than half a cup." Apart from a slight bump on her face, Sang Zhi felt nothing. She put her chin on the crook of his neck and said seriously, "It's like drinking Coke."
Duan Jiaxu: "Then drink Coke next time."
Walked a while.
Following this angle, Sang Zhi stared at half of his face and asked, "Am I very heavy?"
Duan Jiaxu: "No."
Sang Zhi was a little dissatisfied: "Then why didn't you say a word? Why are you so lighthearted?"
Duan Jiaxu paused and laughed: "I didn't think carefully."
Soon, he answered obediently: "Why are you so light?"
"I'm quite heavy today," Sang Zhi said. "The down jacket I'm wearing weighs eighty pounds. If I take it off, I'll be like air on your back."
Duan Jiaxu suppressed a smile and said, "It's almost the same now."
Walked some distance again.
Sang Zhi called him: "Duan Jiaxu."
"Um?"
"I handed in my work today." Sang Zhi told him about today's events and muttered, "For the competition I have been doing recently, I have been revising the drawing every day until I almost vomited.
"
Duan Jiaxu asked: "Have you passed?"
"Yeah." Sang Zhi said, "But the results won't come out that soon. We should wait until the next semester."
"Then take this time to rest."
"I want to win an award. I heard them say that this competition is very valuable. There will be many big companies coming when the awards are given, and maybe they will be attracted by it." Sang Zhi thought casually, "Then my days after graduation.
Isn’t it very clear, working from 9 to 5, earning over 10,000 yuan a month?”
Duan Jiaxu: "Don't you plan to go to graduate school?"
"Don't read it." Sang Zhi's tone was a little depressed, "But I don't think I can win the prize. There are too many great people. I feel like my paintings look like shit."
Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu looked back at her: "Little girl, please speak more politely."
Sang Zhi raised her eyes and met his gaze. She blinked, moved closer, and reached out to kiss the side of his face. Seeing him stunned, she curved the corners of her mouth and kissed him again.
"Are you still using honey traps?" Duan Jiaxu frowned and asked with a low smile, "Has it affected your performance if I carry you behind your back like this?"
"One thing." Only then did Sang Zhi notice that he had been carrying it for a long time. "Are you tired? Otherwise, I'd better come down and you won't have to carry it."
"How long have we been walking for?" Duan Jiaxu joked, "I'm not that old, right? I won't be tired of walking two steps with you on my back."
Hearing this, Sang Zhi was silent for a moment and quickly explained: "I don't think you are old."
Duan Jiaxu: "Really?"
"Well, I'm just kidding you." She didn't know what she thought of, but Sang Zhi buried her face in his neck, her voice gradually became softer, and she repeated, "I don't think you are old."
Hearing the change in her tone, Duan Jiaxu turned to look at her again: "What?"
Sang Zhi raised her eyes slightly and stared at his side face, her nose feeling inexplicably sore.
She suddenly thought about this period of time. No matter how she told Liping, she always maintained an unclear attitude. Thinking of the day they were together, Duan Jiaxu said to her self-deprecatingly: "I'm afraid you won't mind."
.”
But it obviously has nothing to do with him.
Obviously not at all.
Because of this, he has to put himself in a lower position than normal people, and for this reason, he will be treated unfairly. If he knew what Li Ping was thinking, he would definitely be very unhappy.
Sang Zhi's eyes gradually turned red. She pursed her lips hard, lowered her head again, and said in a choked voice: "I don't think you are old, I just think... I am too young."
Duan Jiaxu didn't react: "What?"
Although she doesn't think so.
But everyone felt that she was still too young.
She felt that her relationship with Duan Jiaxu was just impulsive and she had not considered the future at all; she felt that she had to be reminded so that she could see clearly that this path might not be suitable for her.
If only she were older.
She has graduated from college, has a stable job and income, has become financially independent, and can rely solely on herself for everything. By then, when she mentions this matter to her parents, will they be able to listen to her?
Do you believe that she has actually considered it?
She didn't take it too seriously, just because she thought those factors were just trivial things that couldn't affect their relationship in the slightest.
I have been looking forward to growing up since before, and I still look forward to growing up now.
The distance of these seven years seems like something that can never be caught up.
"Why am I nineteen years old?" Sang Zhi couldn't hold it back, tears fell out, and she cried, "Can I be twenty-nine years old? I don't want to be so young."
Now, she can do nothing but study hard and pave a better path for the future.
Feeling the moisture on his neck, Duan Jiaxu frowned: "What's wrong?"
"When I am twenty-nine years old, I should be quite rich." Sang Zhi said with sobs, "I won't support you, so I will give you all my money, and you can spend it..."
"..." Duan Jiaxu stopped for a moment, then quickly continued walking forward, "Why do you always have to give me money?"
"Then you can live a little easier."
Duan Jiaxu smiled and said, "I'm not tired now."
"You're not tired." Sang Zhi's eyes were wet and she reached out to touch his head, "You always have to work overtime and stay up late, you have such big dark circles under your eyes, and you've lost a lot of hair."
Duan Jiaxu's voice rose slightly: "Don't spread rumors about dark circles under your eyes and hair loss."
Sang Zhi continued talking to himself: "If I were twenty-nine years old now, I would still be three years older than you. Then my brother would definitely not beat you. Brother Qian Fei would probably call me a beast in turn.
.”
"That won't work." Duan Jiaxu said, "My brother likes young people."
"..." Sang Zhi wiped away her tears with her palms and said, "What if I get old?"
"You are younger than me even though you are old."
Sang Zhi sniffed and did not refute.
Duan Jiaxu found it funny and said carelessly: "You're crying because I'm young, why are you stabbing me in the heart?"
Seeing the smile on his lips, Sang Zhi tightened her grip on his neck. She put her head to his ear and whispered, "Duan Jiaxu."
"Um."
"Are you happy now?"
"Um."
Sang Zhi said seriously: "Then you must be happy every day."
The next moment, Duan Jiaxu tilted his head and rubbed her cheek with the tip of his nose.
"You just need to stay with me every day."
Duan Jiaxu originally wanted to send Sang Zhi back to her dormitory, but Sang Zhi had no intention of going back in the first place. Most of the emotions that had arisen just now dissipated, and she jumped off his back without letting him carry her.
The two of them were talking to each other.
Duan Jiaxu pondered for a moment and then asked: "Did someone tell you something?"
Sang Zhi was not going to tell him, her voice was still nasal, and she shook her head: "I heard from my roommate today that she will break up with her boyfriend after graduation because she wants to live in a different place or something."
"..."
"Also, there are a lot of uncertain things." Sang Zhi said, "I don't know what I am uncertain about, so I thought about the two of us and it seems that we are just in age."
"How uncertain is your age?"
"That's right," Sang Zhi slowly compiled, "if you take me out to meet someone, will you be embarrassed to say that this is your girlfriend? Because after you say it, others may think, wow - I thought this
It's your daughter's reaction."
Being used to her exaggeration, Duan Jiaxu laughed out loud: "It's not bad, I think it sounds like..."
Sang Zhi: "Huh?"
"It's pretty respectable."
"..."
She has stayed at Duan Jiaxu's house many times, and Sang Zhi left a lot of clothes here, so she doesn't have to go back to the dormitory to get them. She has nothing to do recently, most of the courses have been completed, and only the upcoming exam week is left.
Entering the master bedroom, Sang Zhi took a change of clothes from the closet. Noticing the time, she habitually called Liping. After chatting for a few words, she quickly hung up.
Sang Zhi sat on the bed in a daze for a while, and then breathed out. She got up, thinking about things, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After coming out, she picked up her phone and hesitantly sent Sang Yan a WeChat message: [Brother
, please do me a favor.】
Sang Yan did not reply immediately.
She waited for a while, put down the phone, wiped her hair with a towel, and went back to the bathroom to dry her hair.
It's not too late at this time, just after nine o'clock.
In the room, Sang Zhi could still hear Duan Jiaxu watching TV in the living room. She left the living room, intending to stay with him for a while and go back to the room to sleep at one o'clock.
Duan Jiaxu also just took a shower.
He didn't watch TV, he just turned on the sound and held his mobile phone in his hand, as if he was playing a game.
Sang Zhi climbed up on the sofa and came next to him to watch. She couldn't quite understand what he was playing at, so she smelled the faint smell of mint on his body and said casually: "I quite like the smell of your new shower gel."
."
Duan Jiaxu hummed.
"What brand is it?" Sang Zhi asked again, "I also want to buy a bottle."
"Why buy it?" Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu raised his eyelids and said in a drawl, "Can't you smell it on me?"
"..."
The next moment, Duan Jiaxu held her hand and pulled her into his arms. With a smile in his throat, he adjusted his posture, hugged her and continued to play the game: "Let me come closer and smell it."
Sang Zhi instantly sat in his arms with her back turned.
She stopped for a moment, said nothing, and just stared at the phone in his hand obediently, watching him play games.
His hands are good-looking, with slender fingers that are neatly trimmed and look very clean. There are small crescents on the nails, which are shiny. The movements of his hands are familiar and fast. Just look at these hands, and the way they play games is also particularly pleasing to the eye.
.
Sang Zhi has never played and can’t understand some of the operations, so he will ask a few questions out loud from time to time.
Duan Jiaxu didn't play seriously either. When she asked, he explained patiently.
The small living room is quiet most of the time.
Gradually, Duan Jiaxu's movements slowed down.
After the new game ended, Sang Zhi was about to get up and go back to her room to get her phone and download the game to play. Before she could make any move, Duan Jiaxu's hand loosened and the phone slipped down and hit her thigh.
Then it fell onto the carpet next to the sofa.
Following this, he landed on the back of her neck, kissing her warmly and delicately.
Duan Jiaxu's breathing became heavier, and his palms slid down, reaching into her pajamas and kneading the soft flesh on her belly. His breath sprayed on her skin, itching and numbing, and the kiss gradually slid down, bringing
increased intensity.
Sang Zhi's mind went blank and he subconsciously turned his head.
As if as he expected, the next second, Duan Jiaxu held her head, kissed her lips, and probed in with the tip of his tongue. The force gradually increased, causing a bit of stinging pain.
After an unknown amount of time, he withdrew his other hand, calmly arranged the hem of her clothes, and slowly calmed down his breathing.
Duan Jiaxu looked at her for a long time, his eyes deepened in color, filled with desire, and his voice was low and hoarse: "If I weren't afraid of scaring you -"
"..."
As if he had no way to vent, he continued to slide his lips down, bit her collarbone hard, and licked it.