"You need to clean up?"
"See how you plan to clean up, such as a fight on the bed..."
Xie Yu didn't withdraw his hand, and just let him suppress it.
Then he lowered his eyes and leaned over without saying a word—different from the secret kiss on the playground during the day when everyone saw him, he kissed him with almost a bit of ferocity and no concealment.
The rest of the words were all annihilated between the entangled lips and teeth of the two.
Xie Yu opened his mouth again, revealing a small row of teeth, biting the corner of He Chao's mouth as if in retaliation.
He Zhao was hooked and lost his reason, he was leaning up the waist and abdomen of the man in his arms, half of his hand was hidden in the hem of the sweater, and he couldn't help but "his" when he bit him.
In the corridor outside the door, several people kept walking back and forth.
As if someone or something was lost, there was a lot of noise.
"Is there any over there?"
"I didn't watch it. Go look for it over there, hurry up, or it's time to turn off the lights later."
"… "
Footsteps were intermittent.
Across the door, Xie Yu couldn't help but breathe lightly, and all his senses were adjusted to the most sensitive state. He Zhao's hand pinched his waist and probed upwards for a few minutes, and the temperature of the place touched by this man's palm rose little by little.
"You're hard."
Xie Yu half-opened his eyes and saw that an ambiguous mark had been bitten from the corner of He Chao's mouth, he said in a hoarse voice, "You are not much better."
Although the last experience was not very good.
It was the first time for both of them, and He Chao couldn't do anything, and he couldn't relax completely.
But after all, it is the age of the blood and energy, and many times I can't control it, and I play with fire.
He Chao is still worried that the knowledge that should be supplemented has already been supplemented on the Internet, and it is another matter to practice: "Does it really hurt?"
Xie Yu has been injured since he was a child without even wrinkling his brows. He has a strong ability to endure pain. Last time he said that the bigger reason for the pain was that he hadn't slept well all night, and he was even more irritable.
"Actually, it hurts me too."
He Chao coughed unnaturally and said, "You are too tight."
After He Chao finished speaking, Xie Yu had already taken off his shirt and put his hand on He Chao's waist, making a gesture to untie his belt.
The man in front of him was naked, and from the thin and delicate collarbone down, there was a half-covered mermaid line. Following the momentum, the red rope on his wrist slid down a little, and the red bean was right at his protruding wrist bone.
Summer is coming soon, but the temperature is still cold at night.
Saying that he was taking off the belt, Xie Yu touched a place with his hand irregularly across the fabric, then looked up at him and said, "Come here, didn't you tell me to take care of you?"
He Zhao rested his hands on the edge of the bed, only to feel his throat tighten.
Xie Yu always caught him off guard in terms of his ability to act, and all his self-control was completely disintegrated.
… He died on this man sooner or later.
It's time to turn off the lights.
The entire building was cut off, and only the light folded from the street lamps remained.
Xie Yu was pinned down by He Chao, his elbows propped up on the bed board, not to be outdone, he half-raised his upper body and leaned forward to kiss him.
"Brother Chao."
Xie Yu's tail sound was a little hoarse, and he shouted again: "Brother."
He Chao's lower pair of jeans had been untied by Xie Yu just now, and now it was hanging loosely around his waist.
He let go of the hand holding Xie Yu's chin, buried his head, and went all the way down his waist.
Xie Yu groaned and was completely speechless.
Xie Yu seldom obeyed, even on the bed, even when pressed and manipulated, he was still very stubborn. He Chao's hand was originally on the back of his neck. He panted and moved up a few inches, landing on Xie Yu's hair.
Soft.
There are also boys, who are suppressed, biting in their mouths and refusing to make a sound.
Finally, in the darkness before my eyes.
Xie Yu heard He Chao repeating his name several times, his voice was so close that it almost touched his ear. This voice was mixed with a crushing euphoria.
…
Xie Yu, who had just recovered his status as a 'Student Master' for less than 24 hours, went into the classroom the next day and lay on his desk to catch up on sleep.
I didn't listen to any class all morning.
The boy sat in the last row with his arms folded, looking rather lazy. Blocked by broken hair, he could only see half of his face, his brows and eyes were cold, and even when he fell asleep, he still looked like he was afraid to approach.
The stack of textbooks on his desk was almost brand new, with no trace of flipping through it. Anyone who watched it would not associate him with the first place in the joint entrance examination of the four schools.
If it wasn't for the transcripts of the four-school joint entrance examination, which were posted on the bulletin board, the teachers and classmates of various subjects stared at the familiar back of the head, almost thinking that everything they experienced yesterday was a dream.
After each get out of class, people from other classes sneak over to watch outside the window.
I used to come to see the school bully, but now I have another thought: This is a fucking 744 who is walking, a 744 that you can't even see in your dreams.
He Chao reflected on whether he couldn't control himself and made people too ruthless last night, but the result of the reflection told him that he shouldn't. Last night, this person obviously couldn't stand it anymore, and begged him to hurry up: "It still hurts. ?"
"Sleepy."
"How's your technique? I don't think the last time the criteria were very objective."
Xie Yu didn't really want to ignore him: "Go away."
He Chao could see Xie Yu's attitude of not recognizing anyone when he got out of bed.
He reached out and rubbed his head at the same table: "Okay, you sleep."
Class three classrooms are fairly quiet.
After the mid-term exam results were released, almost every class was explaining the test paper, and after the test paper was finished, the wrong questions were corrected.
When the deadline for handing in the homework was reached, Xu Qingqing looked up from the math test paper, counted the English homework at hand, and found that there were still two people who had not handed in the homework. She shouted across the aisle, "Brother Chao, where is your homework?"
He Zhao put his finger to his mouth, motioned her to whisper, and replied calmly, "I didn't write it."
Xu Qingqing went over with the stack of homework, looked at the first grader who was sleeping, and then looked at the second grader who was sitting on the seat and staring at the same table sleeping, she really couldn't understand their world.
"Can I ask why I didn't write it? Otherwise, when the teacher asks, I don't know what to say."
"This," He Chao said, "Just say that the homework she assigned is too easy."
Xu Qingqing: "..."
When Xu Qingqing handed in her English homework, her legs were shaking. She never thought that she would be able to tell the teacher "the homework you assigned is too simple" in her lifetime.
Obviously, in the nearly ten years or so of the English teacher's teaching career, I have never encountered such a problem.
The English teacher was silent for a while, put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "Okay, I understand, put the test papers here."
"The homework is too easy?"
"Mr. Tang, what's going on with these two in your class?"
Since the day the grades were released, there has been no peace in the sophomore office.
Director Jiang received the news immediately, and even put on his pants upside down, and hurriedly ran over from the staff dormitory: "What? How many points?"
Not only Director Jiang, the leaders of No. 2 Middle School came to look at the test papers one by one, the principal was speechless for a long time, and finally said, "Okay, good work, as expected of a student of our No. 2 Middle School. Record it in the school history! Just write that the students of No. 2 Middle School created miracles, counterattack and overwhelm the No. 4 school!"
In addition to being curious, the teachers of other classes can't hide their envy. There are two students in a class who are expected to win the top college entrance examination in City A...
"They are a bit special."
Townsend didn't know very specific, and repeated: "Special circumstances."
These teachers in the office were talking about this topic, and the office door was pushed open again, and the teacher who was standing next to the door to collect water from the water dispenser called out somewhat unexpectedly, "Mr. Xu?"
Xu Xia stood at the door of the office, holding the document in her hand with an unnatural expression: "I'm here... I'll find Teacher Wang, and I have a document to hand over to her."
"Mr. Wang is not here, you can just put it on her table."
Xu Xia replied softly.
She has been in this office.
Although I haven't stayed for a long time, the layout and decoration are still very familiar.
After looking around, the ghosts and gods finally set their sights on the desk where she was staying. Tang Sen was approving the homework, vaguely aware of something, and raised his head just to meet Xu Xia's eyes.
Tang Sen didn't know why, so he smiled at her, even if he said hello.
Xu Xia also smiled, but her smile was a little reluctant: "Teacher Tang, I heard that this time your class has two..."
Townsend has been surrounded by the topic of "scores" for the past two days, and he has long lost his shock at the beginning. Now I just hope that this incident will pass quickly, so as not to affect the daily life of these two children: "Ah, no no , not worth mentioning."
"… "
Xu Xia's current mood is definitely false to say that it is not complicated, and the complexity is more regret and unwillingness. The two high scores from the third class were shocking, and even the teachers of the three classes were dazzled.
If she takes, if she takes this class.
She thought almost resentfully.
I don't know who I hate.
However, she suddenly recalled all the details of the past, starting from the first day of school, then to Yang Wenyuan, and finally on the day of the monthly exam, He Chao stood at the stairs and asked her: Is it because of my poor grades
Xu Xia didn't dare to think about it any longer, her cheeks were a little hot.
Thinking about it again, the face became more and more unbearable.
She didn't stay long, put the documents on Teacher Wang's desk, turned around and went out.
"You didn't see Xu Xia's expression at that time, it's so cool!"
Wanda slipped back from the door of the office and began to pull Liu Cunhao two people, one pretending to be Lao Tang and the other Xu Xia, with vain steps, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Ah, I heard that your class—"
Liu Cunhao waved his hand calmly: "Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
The three groups of people made a fuss.
Xie Yu changed his posture, but he still couldn't fall asleep because of their noise. He sat up and couldn't get angry with Wanda and the others, who were all together with silly faces, and asked slowly, "What are you doing?"
Seeing that he was awake, Wanda planned to play it again. Celebrate all day.
However, as soon as he walked over, he felt that something was not right.
Xie Yu's collar was not buttoned properly, You Qi was lying on his stomach just now, and his collar fell a little after getting up. Wanda said in her heart that she didn't know what his brother Yu was doing last night. The nightlife was so rich, and he was so sleepy as if he was boneless.
Just as Wanda was thinking, he vaguely saw a conspicuous red mark under Xie Yu's collarbone.
But only for a moment.
"Brother Yu, did you close the window of your bedroom?"
Xie Yu pulled back the fallen collar: "The window?"
Thinking back to the last time, Wanda thought that Xie Yu should have blood type O, and he was especially attracted to mosquitoes, and said, "It's almost summer, so check the screens."
"… "
Xie Yu had no idea what he was talking about.
The author has something to say: Like, is presumptuous, but love is restraint. - yellow pull light
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