Xia Zhiye also wanted to be gentle at first, but the control of the two affectionate teenagers was not so good.
And when he realized that he was about to lose control, he tilted his head and tried to avoid it. Song Yan leaned over him and said in a low voice: "Xia Zhiye, this time I am not young, and my body is also recovering, and , I am willing."
The voice is slightly muted, and the cool timbre texture is tainted with the taste of flowers blooming on a spring night, which is an invitation and a promise.
Xia Zhiye's palm on his waist couldn't help exerting a little force, his throat rolled slightly, and his voice was low and gentle: "Song Yan, are you sure?"
This kind of thing has to be asked again, is it a man
Song Yan didn't have the guts to say this sentence a second time, and was about to get up and leave with red ears: "Forget it, if you don't want to, just pull..."
However, before he finished speaking, Xia Zhiye dragged him back, put his arms around his waist and pressed them back into his arms, and sealed the unspoken words back with his lips, and the undercurrent in the spring night became turbulent.
It wasn't until Song Yan's physical strength could no longer bear it that he fell asleep in Xia Zhiye's arms exhausted.
When Song Yan woke up the next morning, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart, his whole body hurt, his voice was hoarse, and it was as if he was going to die when he moved.
Only then did I realize that it doesn't matter if you are beautiful once this spring, but if you are beautiful three times in one night, it is very important.
The deadly kind of urgency.
He was lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and when he saw Xia Zhiye open the door carrying porridge, his eyes were already so cold that it could kill people.
Xia Zhiye caught a glimpse of the red mark on Song Yan's collar on the exposed skin, and knew that he had done too much last night, so he coughed guiltily, sat down by the bed with a bowl in his hand, and touched his forehead. After confirming that there was no fever, he asked, "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"
Song Yan looked at him with a cold face: "You have no idea?"
"..."
Although I cleaned up Song Yan very carefully and seriously last night, it was the first time after all, I have no experience, and because the incident happened suddenly, I didn't wear that thing, if something really happened, then his boyfriend You can apologise.
So he asked in a low voice: "If you feel uncomfortable, do you want us to go to the hospital?"
Why are you going to the hospital
Go to the hospital and tell the doctor that his stomach hurts because his boyfriend is too unmannered
Xia Zhiye can afford to lose this person, but he can't afford to lose this person.
"Go to a fucking hospital."
Song Yan gave Xia Zhiye an angry look.
Xia Zhiye thought that he didn't want to move, so he continued to coax in a low voice: "You don't have a stomachache, let's go to the hospital, in case there is any problem..."
"no problem."
Song Yan didn't want to continue this topic at all, and interrupted viciously, "Except for a little bit, there is no fart problem, it's okay, are you satisfied, can you start?"
Xia Zhiye was stunned for a moment, and then realized what Song Yan meant by that. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, trying not to laugh, lest Song Yan would turn into anger and ignore him again. Then he held the bowl in one hand, and Helping Song Yan up, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth.
Song Yan was so tired that he didn't even want to lift his hand, so he simply let Xia Zhiye feed him spoonful by spoonful, with a lazy and arrogant expression, just like the real young master in ancient times.
Fortunately, Xia Zhiye, the housemaid who had just straightened up, was also very happy. After serving Song Yan, eating, drinking, and washing, she also lay down on the bed, hugging Song Yan and planning to sleep together for a while.
As a result, as soon as he touched Song Yan, Song Yan stepped back vigilantly, making Xia Zhiye angry and funny: "Am I that kind of person?"
Song Yan snorted coldly: "Aren't you that kind of person?"
"..."
Xia Zhiye couldn't refute with confidence for a while, so he could only cough awkwardly, "Pay attention later, pay attention later."
"You fucking want a future?"
Song Yan felt that this person was daydreaming, and kicked Xia Zhiye off the bed.
Xia Zhiye climbed up again very consciously, got into bed, and coaxed patiently: "Don't worry, I will practice more frequently in the future, improve my technology, and ensure user experience. There will be no charge for the first time."
"Stupid."
Song Yan finally couldn't help but cursed with a smile, and didn't kick Xia Zhiye away again.
Xia Zhiye hugged Song Yan, rubbed his waist for him, and asked: "Then what are we doing today, are we just resting at home, or is there anything else we want to play?"
"Aren't you on vacation today?"
Song Yan asked.
"Hmm." Xia Zhiye asked, "What's wrong?"
"Is there anyone in my seat?"
"No. Nobody took your seat afterward."
"Then let's go back to No. 3 Middle School." Song Yan lowered his eyelashes and said calmly, "Sneak in and study by yourself last night."
Let's walk through the woods hand in hand.
Just like every other campus couple.
Xia Zhiye knew what Song Yan was thinking, and hugged him tighter: "Okay."
·
Thanks to the lax management of No. 3 Middle School and the cover of chubby Zhao Ruiwen, Song Yan managed to sneak into Class 1 of Senior Three of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School.
It just so happened that Ruan Tian, the homeroom teacher, was the one who stayed up late for self-study on weekends. With her acquiescence and the collective pretending of blindness by the whole class, Song Yan successfully sat back in the seat next to the window in the last row of the classroom that belonged to him.
Although the classroom was moved from the original floor to the first floor for the convenience of the third-year students, Song Yan suddenly felt that the time was a little blurred when he sat back in this position, as if he had returned to a year ago. Did not go to Beijing.
Instead, he is with Xia Zhiye, with this group of classmates who seem unreliable but let him feel the warmth of being accepted collectively again, preparing for the college entrance examination, preparing to walk in a better direction in life.
He pinched the brim of his baseball cap and pressed it down hard, trying to cover his eyes that might reveal his expression.
However, Xia Zhiye still found out, and gently held his hand under the table. The sleeves of the school uniform were wide and hung down naturally, blocking their fingertips.
Song Yan didn't let go either, but with the other hand, he took a review book from Xia Zhiye's desk and read it silently.
Xia Zhiye didn't bother him either, just took his hand, and then held the pen with the other hand, marking the key points in the notebook one by one.
The windows of the classroom were half open, and the night breeze blew in faintly. The incandescent lamps on the ceiling were quietly on, and some spots of light fell on the smooth desktop.
On the blackboard in front of the classroom, there is a big "countdown to 93 days" written in chalk on the upper right corner. The students sitting in the classroom are no longer secretly chatting and passing notes during self-study as they did a year ago. Playing games or even fighting the landlord with three people, but just immersed in reviewing, writing hard, fighting for a better life in the future.
The classroom was so quiet that there were only the sounds of pages turning and the pen nib scratching the paper.
In such an environment, Song Yan secretly held hands with Xia Zhiye under the table, enjoying the rare peace and comfort.
However, it didn't take long for the peace to come in. Xiaopang, who had just gone to the bathroom, ran in from the back door of the classroom with a nervous expression on his face, out of breath: "Brother Yan, Master Xia, you... hurry up... cough cough cough-"
Because he spoke too hastily, he choked on his saliva and coughed until his face turned red.
Xia Zhiye patted him on the back, lazily said: "Slow down, there is no ghost chasing after you."
"Oh, I can't slow down, I can't slow down, there are no ghosts chasing after me, but there is Liu Deqing chasing after me!" Xiaopang finally got over his breath, almost dying of anxiety, "I don't know if he has nothing to do. He actually came to inspect the evening self-study, when I came, he had already arrived at the gate of the third class, you two, run away!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was an angry voice from the back door of the classroom: "Who is this! Why don't you stand on other people's seats for self-study at night! Do you like standing? If you like standing, come to the Academic Affairs Office. Stand in front of me! Hey... wait... why is there an extra person in your class?"
When Liu Deqing saw that there was an extra person next to Xia Zhiye, which should have been vacant, he was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little familiar.
When he realized it again, Xia Zhiye had already thrown his schoolbag out of the window, and then yelled "Brother Yan, run", and the two quickly leaned on the window sill, jumped lightly, and went out through the window.
Liu Deqing, who finally came to his senses, rushed to the window angrily, shouting angrily: "Xia Zhiye! Why is it you again!"
Shouting, he angrily prepared to climb over the window to catch up.
However, the legs were not long enough, and the belly was big enough, propping up the window sill, the short legs were stretched for a long time, but none of them were lifted up, and the pants were covered with dust on the wall, which was very embarrassing.
I had no choice but to give up the charge plan, and shouted at the two arrogant figures: "Xia Zhiye! Song Yan! You two come back to me! Come back to me right away! Don't let the school rules go because you are Qingbei Miaozi!" In my eyes! Come right back! Do you hear me!"
I heard.
But I don't want to.
Xia Zhiye and Song Yan carried their schoolbags, holding hands, and while laughing, they quickly ran towards the short wall of the school's back gate without looking back.
The more Liu Deqing thought about it, the more angry he became, but there was nothing he could do about the two of them. He could only blame his nephew, and kicked Liu Yue's table leg: "Why are you standing there! Go out the window and help me chase after him!"
Liu Yue straightened his crooked table with a righteous face, held up his English book, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, teacher, time is precious, I have to concentrate on my studies."
Liu Deqing: "???"
When did your kid love learning so much? ?
Do you think I'm stupid? !
But this excuse was so high-sounding that he couldn't refute it, so he could only look up at Ruan Tian angrily: "Teacher Ruan! How can you let students from other schools enter the classroom! This is irresponsible to our schoolmates, you know? !"
Ruan Tian looked innocent: "I thought Song Yan's English was very, very good, better than all the students in our grade, so I asked him to share his learning experience. I didn't expect to be scared by the director before I could share it. It's a pity to run away."
Liu Deqing: "???"
So is my problem
With a questioning gaze, Ruan Tian still looked innocent: "If you don't believe me, you can ask them."
The whole class unanimously nodded wildly, even including his own nephew.
Liu Deqing: "..."
Even though he clearly knew something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything, he could only organize his words quickly while being angry, intending to talk to the people in this class.
However, before he had time to speak, Zhao Ruiwen, the study committee member beside him, pushed his glasses and said seriously: "Director Liu, the college entrance examination is 93 days away. Everyone is very nervous about reviewing, and time is precious. You have already wasted three hours of your time." Minutes away, there are 37 students in the classroom now, which is 111 minutes, how do you plan to compensate the students for this time."
Liu Deqing: "?"
"So please, Director Liu, don't delay everyone's study."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Ruiwen lowered his head to answer the questions without giving him a single look.
Other students in the class followed suit.
The whole classroom instantly restored a very good and positive learning atmosphere, which made it hard for people to destroy it.
Only Liu Deqing was left standing there blankly.
Could it be that he did something wrong
Then he goes
Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, who escaped from the scene of the crime under the cover of the whole class, have successfully climbed over the wall from the back door of the school.
When Song Yan jumped off the wall, knowing that he didn't need it, Xia Zhiye still caught Song Yan.
As a result, one of them didn't stand firmly, although he caught it, he staggered and fell down. By the way, he also dragged Song Yan, who was supposed to stand still, and fell to the lawn on the back slope.
"hiss-"
After taking two painful breaths, Song Yan punched Xia Zhiye hard: "Who the hell wants you to take it!"
Xia Zhiye smiled and put his arms around Song Yan: "Oh, it's not that I failed to restore the scenes of idol dramas. Don't be angry. I watched a lot of school dramas to learn it, but I didn't know that they were actually deceiving."
"Are you an idiot? The heroines in school dramas only weigh a few pounds? I can compare with them. Do you have no clue about your boyfriend being a big man?" Song Yan scolded, but still Unable to hold back, Xia Zhiye was so stupid that he couldn't help laughing.
Xia Zhiye hugged him even tighter, and asked with a smile: "Have you finally experienced the exciting campus love? How do you feel?"
Song Yan thought of Liu Deqing's distraught look at the window just now, and nodded: "I feel pretty good."
"It's fine as long as it's not bad, then can we continue with the next campus project of secret puppy love." Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, and a hint of vixen's cunning flashed in the bottom of his light brown eyes.
Song Shusheng didn't notice it because he was in a particularly good mood. He just lay lazily on Xia Zhiye's body and asked, "What project? Tell me about it?"
Xia Zhiye blinked: "Kissing secretly in the corner of the campus at night."
"... Grass! Xia Zhiye! Can you show some face... um..."
Song Yan's angry curse words were finally drowned in a low chuckle and the gentle night wind.
The peach blossoms on the back slope of No. 3 Middle School bloomed again, and one or two petals swayed down, brushing the cheeks of the two of them, and gently dropped some blessings.
Song Yan closed his eyes and thought, forget it, because this puppy love campus project is quite comfortable and exciting, and temporarily spared Xia Zhiye's dog's life.
It was like fulfilling the envy and expectations he had when he was alone in Beijing watching other campus couples get bored.
But only temporarily.
Next time Xia Zhiye is a dog, he will definitely beat him up.
must.
Song Yan secretly made up his mind.