Since Chuzhi was born, this is the third time she has been confessed.
She has been beautiful, good grades, cute and lovable since she was a child, but she doesn't know why, since she was a child, she actually felt that she had not been chased by anyone.
Except for the oolong when he was very young and not very sensible, Lu Jiaheng was the third in the class after the college entrance examination.
The ceiling light in the living room was not turned on, and the floor light was dim. Lu Jiaheng leaned over and hung over her, blocking most of the light.
He pursed his lips tightly, didn't move, lowered his head and waited for her answer, something tightened in his mind, as if there was some kind of unfamiliar emotion surrounding him.
Chu Zhi's whole body was hidden under his shadow, and there was a moment of sluggishness.
Her grip on the collar of his shirt loosened, her eyes widened, and she reacted for a while.
She wondered if she had heard it wrong just now, or misunderstood what he meant, and raised her head unconsciously, her eyes fell on the corners of his red-stained eyes and deep eyes.
He didn't look very good, his lips parted slightly, and he was still breathing lightly.
Every breath carried a scorching temperature, setting off a heat wave between the two of them.
Chu Zhi's heart was beating like thunder, and she even felt that her heart was about to pop out of her throat in the next second. It seemed that fire was burning all over her body, and she even felt that she had a fever.
This kind of feeling, at least when Yin Mingshuo confessed to her, she absolutely did not have it.
Like a small boiled teapot, Chuzhi felt steam spew out of her ears, making a beeping sound.
She opened her mouth slightly, and stammered with a trembling voice for a long time.
Chu Zhi took a deep breath, frowned slightly, and the hand holding his shirt loosened, and the soft little hand slapped his face directly: "What are you talking about!"
She struggled back, kicked off her slippers and stepped on the sofa, turned over, arched her head into the gap under his arm, tried to get out, and crawled forward on the sofa with her hands and feet.
The cotton nightdress was a little messed up by this action, and the skirt rubbed up slightly, revealing a section of white and tender thighs.
This pose is kind of bad.
Chu Zhi rubbed out very quickly, and quickly crawled to the other end of the sofa, but before half of her body could go out, she was dragged back by someone grabbing her ankle.
Chu Zhi screamed in surprise, and was dragged back into his shackles without the ability to fight back.
She only had time to turn over the person, and her wrist was tightly pressed by the person.
Chu Zhi was lying flat on the sofa, her dark eyes brightened with embarrassment, her whole body turned red, and she struggled anxiously and angrily to sit up.
Lu Jiaheng squeezed one knee between her legs, pressing down a little bit of the fabric of the nightgown skirt, and clasped her wrist tightly, like a huge mountain, and let her thump like a fish under him, but it still remained unmoved. verb: move.
Her legs rubbed against his trousers from time to time, the fabric rubbed against him, Lu Jiaheng closed his eyes slightly, and said dumbly, "Don't move."
Chuzhi grabbed the sofa cushion and jumped up, so angry: "Then get up!"
Lu Jiaheng pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "Try it."
Chu Zhi fluttered for a while, but found that it was completely useless, so she simply gave up, lying on the sofa like a corpse, and said angrily, "I won't try it!"
"do you hate me?"
Chu Zhi blushed and said in a thin, very small voice, "I don't hate it..."
"Do you like it?"
"… "
Lu Jiaheng clasped her wrist and dragged it up a little, then lowered her body and asked repeatedly, "Do you like it?"
Chu Zhi hurriedly stopped: "I don't like it."
He stopped talking.
Chu Zhi turned her head sideways and didn't dare to turn. It was too close, and when she turned her head, the tip of her nose was almost against the tip of her nose.
After a long while, he sighed lowly, let go of the hand pressing on her wrist, and the man slowly straightened up.
Chuzhi rolled and scrambled to the ground, and hurriedly descended to the ground, running across the coffee table like a rabbit, standing a long way away.
She covered her flushed face with her hands, glared at him with bright eyes, and said angrily, "Lu Jiaheng, are you a pervert! Son of a bitch! Rogue!"
As soon as she got out of the danger zone, it was as if she had come back to life, her whole life was alive and well, racking her brains to scold him with the worst words she could scold in her life.
Lu Jiaheng rolled over and leaned back on the sofa. Hearing her cursing softly there, he smiled softly: "I'm sorry, I can't bear it."
Chu Zhi was so angry that she wanted to stomp: "Why are you so rude! Stop dreaming! I'm not that kind of person!"
He raised his eyelashes: "What kind of person."
Chu Zhi couldn't say anything. After choking for a while, she took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and looked at him with a frown: "Lu Jiaheng, don't tease me like this."
Lu Jiaheng frowned slightly.
"You can't have such an attitude towards girls all the time," she pursed her lips, her dark eyes darkened, her long eyelashes drooped down, "in the future, when you meet a girl you really like, you will scare people away. of."
Lu Jiaheng didn't speak.
Chu Zhi lowered her eyes and didn't look at his expression.
There was silence in the living room, and after a while of silence, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice was as soft as a whisper, and he sighed in a low voice: "Will you scare away..."
Chu Zhi nodded and said nothing.
The tip of her nose felt sore at the thought that he would meet a girl he liked in the future.
He will meet such a girl in the future. He will treat her carefully, pursue her with heart, and take good care of her, instead of treating her as casually and frivolously as he is now.
Chuzhi wrinkled her nose and suppressed the astringency in her heart. She said in a soft voice, "You should take the medicine and go to bed earlier, and the fever will subside after a good night's sleep."
She said and went to the room.
Lu Jiaheng still kept his original posture, motionless.
Chuzhi walked around the coffee table and across the sofa. He raised his hand and grabbed her.
His hand was so strong that it hurt a little while holding her wrist.
Chu Zhi frowned and turned her head, just about to speak.
Lu Jiaheng sat on the sofa and looked up at her.
His lips were just pale and terrifying, but at this time it seemed to be colored, with an abnormal ruddy: "Don't run."
Chu Zhi was stunned, a little confused.
"I've never chased a girl before, I don't know what to do, I probably scared you," Lu Jiaheng stared at her earnestly and attentively, coughed repressedly, and said in a low voice, "You now It’s okay if you don’t like me, I’ll change everything that’s not good, it might be a little slow, you wait for me, don’t run too far, okay?”
Chu Zhi hardly closed her eyes all night.
She felt that Lu Jiaheng's brain was probably burned out.
Did weird things, said weird things.
Maybe the 42-degree thermometer wasn't broken before, he really burned to such a high level at that time.
Early the next morning, when Chuzhi woke up, the others had already left, and the quilts were neatly folded, as if he had never been here.
The only thing that could prove his existence was the breakfast on the dining room table.
Several transparent round takeaway boxes, crystal shrimp dumplings, steamed pork ribs, a chicken feet, a bowl of porridge.
She walked over and touched the porridge, which was still warm.
Chu Zhi struggled for a while, but she sat down and finished breakfast, wandered around at home all morning, packed her things, and took the subway back to school like sleepwalking.
Christmas is in two weeks. The dormitory is filled with joy. Xue Niannan didn't know where to get four Christmas hats. Lin Tong bought a lot of long colorful socks online and gave them to them by himself. I sent a pair and asked them to hang them in front of the bed for two weeks, and Santa Claus would stuff gifts into them.
Chuzhi is the kind of silly sweetheart who would rather believe what she has or not. In her 18 years of life, she would find gifts in Christmas stockings every Christmas morning, even though it was stuffed by her first father.
But she still hung it with great interest, and hung several at the head of the bed.
Several girls were chatting about what to do for Christmas. Chu Zhi briefly forgot about Lu Jiaheng and joined the discussion with great enthusiasm.
The end of the semester is approaching, and each course has entered the stage of focusing on the key points. Everyone has become diligent. Chuzhi and the others got up early the next day, bought breakfast and ate on the way to the classroom, preparing to occupy the front. Good location in the row.
They had arrived early enough, but as soon as they entered, most of the classrooms were gone.
Chuzhi and the others had nothing to do, biting the buns and picking a row in the middle and a little back.
After a few minutes, the classroom was almost full.
Chuzhi had never seen so many people in any major class.
They, Ma Zhe, went with the third class of advertising. Chu Zhi sat on the edge, and there was a space left at the edge. They had just sat down for a while when someone knocked on the table twice.
Chu Zhi was biting the bun and playing with her mobile phone, when she heard a voice and raised her head.
Xiao Yi stood there against the light and asked her, "Is there anyone here?"
Chu Zhi still had a bean paste bag in her mouth, blinked and shook her head.
The class leader smiled at her: "Then I'll sit."
Chuzhi chewed and swallowed the bean paste in his mouth, and smiled, "You sit down."
"This is not to ask for your permission," Xiao Yi joked, putting the book on the table, just about to sit down, when someone tapped on the shoulder: "Hello."
Xiao Yi and Chu Zhi turned their heads at the same time.
Lu Jiaheng stood there with a backpack on his back, and seemed a little bit like a good student: "This is my position."
He stretched out his hand to pick up the book he had just put on the table and handed it to him, lazily said: "I'm sorry, can you let me?"
Although it was an inquiring tone, he did not mean to inquire.
Xiao Yi frowned, but no one moved.
The two stood at the table and looked at each other. They were about the same height. Lu Jiaheng was a little taller than Xiao Yi. Chuzhi was sitting, and when he looked up, his neck was sore, and he could only see their nostrils.
The two mountains stood there, a little conspicuous, and people around looked at them one after another.
Lightning, light, fire, lightning, thunder, and the silent battle continued for a while. Xiao Yi spoke first: "The third class?"
Xiao Yi is the monitor and is in the student council. Even if he doesn't know his peers in the department, he is somewhat impressed. He knows that he is not from the advertising department at all.
"No," Lu Jiaheng admitted generously, his beautiful peach eyes slightly raised, and he said in a sloppy tone, "Come and accompany the girl you like to class."