twenty two.
For a split second, I saw the world fall apart in front of me, and then quickly reassemble.
Formed the appearance of school grass red kissing me with eyes.
The bottom lip was bitten hard, then the tip of the tongue, and he pushed me against the door, deepening the kiss hard.
I struggled to avoid a little: "Lying..."
Then he pressed him to continue kissing.
I was almost deprived of oxygen, so I wrapped my arms around his neck unconsciously, and took advantage of the breathlessness to continue what I just said: "… trough."
And then kissed again.
Sucking and kissing, tongue entanglement, secret stimulation.
I felt like the school grass was about to swallow me.
The sound of the sizzling water was faint, and I could hear my face flushed, but my hands and feet were weak, and I couldn't push him away. The nose is full of the fragrance of the school grass, the grass and trees are fresh, but the end note contains a faint fragrance, surrounded by this scent, I am very unpromising and unsteady.
There were footsteps outside, and the second child banged on the door: "Boss, third child, come out for dinner."
I was startled suddenly and woke up a little.
Let the second child see his two brothers hugging and chewing together, and his worldview may be more completely broken than mine.
I can still be strong to piece it back together, but the second child will not work.
This idiot with a blue dragon tattoo on his chest and two big flower arms will cry when watching a Korean drama!
In the almost suffocating kiss, I struggled to push the school grass away, and saw that something seemed to be burning in his dark pupils, and there were vague signs of injury.
I had to compromise and whispered: "…Can you not kiss by the door?"
With such a thin door panel, my head is always pressed against the door, and my second child's ears are pointed!
It seemed quiet outside.
Then the weak voice of the second child came in: "...You two, is it convenient for you to come out for dinner?"
The school grass and I ignored him, panting slightly and hugging my waist tightly, obviously the cold was cured, but his voice was still a little hoarse: "Where do you want to be?"
I look to the window.
No, it will be seen by people outside the window.
By the wall
Head hurts.
Finally my eyes fell on the bed.
The school grass's eyes were surprisingly bright, he gave a low laugh, held my face and bit my lower lip, and then used amazing arm strength to carry me to the bed.
The second child seems to be gone.
I don't have time to deal with it.
The school grass's lips are sweet and soft. When I kissed it, there was a faint grassy fragrance, and the tail tone was a bit irritating, which made me dizzy, almost obsessed with this feeling, and forgot what I was what to do.
Until the school grass began to pick my clothes and pants.
I shivered, and the thoughts that were sucked away by this little goblin returned, and I covered my collar in horror: "Damn, boss, what are you doing!"
The school grass looked at me with a cold face: "I've already kissed, it's a little late to ask now."
I said sternly: "...it's not too late, don't pick my pants first."
The school grass let go of my pants with regret, picked me up, stared at me for a while, took my hand, and slapped his face.
I quickly retracted my hand: "What are you doing!"
The school grass said: "I kissed you, I should beat you."
I recalled the taste of the long kiss just now, but my legs were still soft.
... It didn't seem like a forced kiss. During the three laps on the bed, I pressed him under my body and fought back.
twenty three.
We were both a little embarrassed to sit on the bed.
Just when I wanted to speak to ease the atmosphere, the school grass's face suddenly sank, covered my mouth, and whispered: "Your emotional intelligence is too low, don't say anything, lest I be so angry that you will be directly stripped of you."
I:"… "
The school grass struggled for a while, with a complicated face: "This is the second time I have confessed to you."
I wanted to ask him about the first time, but I couldn't speak.
The school grass answered on her own: "The first time was at the high school graduation party. I kissed you while you were drunk, and after I confessed, I sent you home, and by the way, I set out your wishes."
…
I said, doesn't this kid like the south, why did he come to the university in the north
School grass: "You seem to have always hated me, and you also have problems with emotional intelligence. No matter how I hint you, you will misinterpret what I mean."
I felt that my EQ was being insulted, I took his hand away, glared at him and said, "In my freshman year, I was lying on the table in the morning and I opened my eyes to see that you wanted to hit me with your hand!"
The school grass was expressionless: "There was a bee in, I fanned it out."
"When you were in your second year of high school, you kept throwing the snacks that girls gave you on my table!"
School grass: "I bought it for you."
I choked for a moment: "...In the third year of high school, I sent you a love letter for a girl, but you scolded me, and I was cold for a week."
The school grass sneered: "I'm worried that you are a minor, so I didn't fuck you. You'll be fine."
I swallowed, quietly moved away from him, and got caught again.
The school grass stared at me: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Big brother, speak well, don't take off my pants!
I backed away in horror: "You often peek at me during meals!"
The school grass stared at me: "You look very cute when you eat, your lips are red, I want to kiss you."
"You always hit me on purpose while walking!"
The school grass sighed: "I want to hold your hand."
"...you keep staring at me in the shower."
The school grass was silent for a while: "Every time I go to the public bathroom and see you dangling naked, I have to control myself not to make a fool of myself on the spot."
Snapped.
My worldview collapsed.
The school grass looked funny and helpless: "I thought you weren't drunk that night in high school, and you've been mad at me for stealing a kiss."
I swallowed hard again: "So having said so much, you don't actually hate me, actually..."
"I like you."
Before I could actually come up with something, the school grass interrupted my stammering words. His eyes were gentle and his tone was calm and natural, "It's been almost five years."
And I, an idiot, misunderstood him for five years.