It was very quiet in the milk tea shop. The movement here attracted the attention of others. Seeing others looking over, Yan Zhao turned around and saw that he was about to run out, and he was about to take a step. He remembered that he had a girlfriend. , turned around and pulled Jiang Rui away.
His footsteps were big and hasty, Jiang Rui trotted behind him, and he could only see his two bright red ears.
She knew from the beginning that he looked fierce and powerful, but in fact he was completely blank in terms of feelings, but she still didn't expect her innocence to this level. After being kissed, she turned her head and ran away. .
After coming out of the milk tea shop, across the pedestrian street, and across a large square, he was about to run out of the small park. Seeing that he hadn't stopped, Jiang Rui had to say, "I can't walk anymore."
Yan Zhao stopped, but still turned his back to her and did not look back.
Jiang Rui looked around and said, "Let's go to the chair and sit for a while." Without waiting for him to answer, she dragged someone over.
There are two big trees planted on both sides of the chair, and there is a row of bushes in the front and back, which are relatively hidden. When you sit down, you can hear the sound of cars on the street in the distance, but you can't see anyone. When she got to this quiet place, she saw that Yan Zhao seemed to have slowed down a bit, but her eyes hadn't fallen on her.
Jiang Rui sat closer, tilted her head and asked, "Are you angry?"
Yan Zhao's throat slid up and down, then shook his head, "No."
"Then why don't you speak?"
"Say, say what?" His eyes wandered, and finally landed on her face, and inevitably he saw the pair of pink lips again, his eyes struggling and eager.
Jiang Rui got a little closer, tilted her head and tweeted again, under Yan Zhao's wide-eyed gaze, she smiled and said, "Your eyes tell me you want to do this, don't you?"
With the previous experience, Yan Zhao didn't jump up this time, although he was only touched lightly, his lips were itchy for a while, and before he returned to his soul, he heard her words again, and said dryly: "No. "
Jiang Rui didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.
Yan Zhao was quickly defeated by her, and he lowered his head and said, "Am I stupid?"
"Why do you have such a strange idea for no reason?" Jiang Rui wondered.
Yan Zhao frowned irritably, kicked a small stone on the side of the road into the bushes with one foot, and said bluntly: "I know that in addition to holding hands, hugging, and kissing between lovers, but I haven't learned it for a week. "
Jiang Rui squeezed his palm, "You said you wanted to teach me before, is this what it is?"
Yan Zhao nodded with a straight face.
"But—" Jiang Rui longed her tone and said slowly: "I heard from others that kissing is something that cannot be learned by one person. It takes two people to practice slowly."
Yan Zhao's eyes lit up, and he turned around immediately, "Really?"
"I don't know if it's true or not, but we can try it."
"Try it..." Yan Zhao repeated in a low voice, and then looked at her with burning eyes: "Don't you think I'm stupid?"
Jiang Rui said angrily, "No one else has ever said that except yourself."
Yan Zhao was immediately confident, took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his sweatpants, and said enthusiastically, "Then let's start trying!"
Jiang Rui ignored him, just took out the piece of paper and spread it out. The paper was A4 paper, and the top was densely written with words. It should have been read many times, and the crease was worn out. She fixed her eyes on it, it was all about the key points and techniques of kissing, and it was divided into types, steps, and stages. It could be called a kissing collection.
She felt that even in the middle school entrance examination, he might not be so serious.
When she saw the homework done in secret, Yan Zhao was still a little embarrassed, scratched his head, pointed to the most complicated and longest paragraph on the paper and said, "I'm learning this."
Jiang Rui rolled her eyes in her heart. The little boy who hadn't even offered his first kiss, and the man who dragged her around the street after being pecked, wanted a deep French kiss as soon as he came up. He was afraid that he would not only drag her all over the street, but also jump into the lake to cool his face.
Yan Zhao didn't know what she was thinking, and was eager to try, "Do you want to start now?"
Jiang Rui folded the piece of paper and stuffed it back into his pocket, "Which do you want to start from?"
Yan Zhao paused for a moment and tried to recall the contents of the collection, but at the critical moment, his head was empty and his fingers were about to move. He wanted to take out the paper and take a look again, but he felt that it was too shameful, so he pretended to think about it, and said very considerately: "Complex is too difficult. I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it. Let's start with the simple first."
"Okay." Jiang Rui cooperated with a smile, and also reminded thoughtfully, "Wait a minute, someone might come over, you have to pay attention."
In a word, Yan Zhao became tense again, and he looked around vigilantly, making sure that there were no suspicious people for the time being, and then turned to Jiang Rui again.
The two stared at each other for a while, but neither of them said a word.
Yan Zhao cleared his throat, he knew it was time to start, but seeing her sitting quietly in front of him with round eyes staring at him, he was at a loss for a while, not knowing where to start.
Can't be more cowardly!
He shouted in his heart, stretched out his palm aggressively, pressed it behind Jiang Rui's head, and leaned over, targeting her lips. But I don't know if I was too nervous or what, I leaned too far, and I expected a light peck, but it turned into a heavy bump.
"Hi-" both of them exclaimed in pain at the same time.
Jiang Rui pushed him away, covered her mouth, and mist filled her eyes.
Yan Zhao couldn't care about the pain in his mouth, so he quickly looked at her nervously, "How is it, does it hurt? Let me see."
Jiang Rui frowned, feeling a faint smell of rust in her mouth, and didn't want to speak for a while.
Yan Zhao was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to pull her hand away to see what was going on, but he didn't dare to be rude, so he could only say, "I'm sorry..."
Ever since he was a child, he has never even said sorry to his mother, let alone others, but now he is not stingy at all and says it all at once.
Jiang Rui was not angry at first. Seeing him in such a hurry, she let go of her hand. The initial pain was gone, and there was still a hot sting on her lips. She should have been knocked by her teeth. She looked at Yan Zhao, and he fell down. Nothing.
Yan Zhao raised her chin, and saw that her rosy and slightly fleshy lips were torn, blood slowly seeping out of the small opening, distressed and annoyed, her brows furrowed tightly.
"Does it hurt?" he asked quietly.
Jiang Rui said, "A little bit."
When she was hit just now, the physiological tears that flowed out were still in her eyes, and her black and white eyes were soaked with water, and they became more and more wet. Yan Zhao reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes, rubbing his thumb on her smooth face unconsciously. The two leaned close, snorting on each other's faces.
If it was normal, he should have red ears and wandering eyes at this moment, but he has no other thoughts at the moment. He only looks at the wound on her lips, wishing he could replace it, seeing blood seeping out, he is angry and anxious. , I just want to stop the bleeding, but the wound is on the lips, and there is no other way.
He frowned, suddenly remembered something, and slowly probed over.
Seeing him getting closer and closer, Jiang Rui thought she wanted to come again without giving up, but the next moment, she felt that her lips were licked by something wet and soft.
It's his tongue.
He was carefully and intently licking the wound on her lips with his tongue.
There is no ambiguity and no extravagant reverie, just like a puppy licking her.
Yan Zhao licked it over and over again until there was no blood oozing out of the wound, then stopped and asked again, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jiang Rui shook her head.
Yan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and soon even his shoulders dropped. He lowered his head and said discouraged: "I'm sorry, I... I'm just so stupid."
If Wang Xiaodong and others were present and heard this, their jaws would have dropped in shock. Their arrogant and indomitable brother Zhao would actually say that he was stupid? !
He usually speaks to people, and his expression is either fierce, irritable, or impatient, but no matter which one, he is handsome and attractive, with the vitality and pride that is unique to young people, and has never appeared for a moment. In this way, like a cabbage hit by frost, it wilted from head to tail, and even the hard stubble that always stood up like a hedgehog seemed to fall down.
Seeing this, Jiang Rui hooked his finger and shook it, comforting: "I don't have to practice, it's just the first time, it will definitely get better in the future."
Yan Zhao's face was sullen, his eyebrows clenched, and he was angry with himself, "I won't kiss in the future."
"Um?"
He looked up at Jiang Rui, his eyes were uncontrollable, always falling on her wound, and he was a little more irritable when he looked at it once. He felt that he was so stupid that he couldn't even do a simple kiss well, and that he hurt her, so he deserved not to be able to kiss her, so he repeated angrily, "No kiss!"
Jiang Rui's expression was calm, and she just stretched out a finger and poked him, "If you say kiss, then kiss, if you don't, then don't kiss, have you asked me?"
Yan Zhao's anger just got puffed up, but she was stabbed and smashed again, and he said, "I don't know how to kiss..."
"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Rui said.
When he was stunned, he immediately raised his head to look at her, his eyes bulging: "It's very, very good?"
Immediately retorted to himself, "You don't have to lie to me, I hurt you."
That's what he said, but his eyes looked at Jiang Rui, with a little light in his eyes, clearly expecting her to say something, but also afraid of what she would say.
Jiang Rui glanced at his big man and silently put aside the idea of touching the poor little head.
"I didn't lie to you. The first time I was a little nervous, but the second time I did much better than the first time, and I felt very comfortable."
A trace of doubt appeared in Yan Zhao's eyes. He clearly only kissed once, how could there be a second time? The next moment he realized that she was talking about licking her wound with her tongue.
... But that was what he did with a fever in his head, all he wanted to do to stop the bleeding, not kissing.
He thought so in his heart, but looking at the frowning eyes of the person in front of him, Yan Zhao swallowed this sentence without hesitation, and straightened his chest the next moment, looking complacent and bursting with confidence, "I also think it's good, I would say that I learn fast and make rapid progress!"