The car just turned off, the heat of the heating in the whole car has not dissipated, it is warm, and people are burning from the outside to the inside.
Lu Jiaheng propped up the back of the passenger seat with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other, his head drooping slightly, and his cool lips pressed against her forehead.
Things don't seem to be going well.
The little girl was soft and fragrant, with a faint vanilla smell on her body, a little sweet, and the little one was half-circled by him.
Lu Jiaheng felt that he was simply shooting himself in the foot.
Chu Zhi didn't dare to move at all, his eyes were wide open, and by the light of the dim street lights in the community, all he could see was his slightly bulging Adam's apple.
After a long while, his throat rolled, and a very light and very low swallowing sound rang out in the silent car.
Kind of sexy.
Chu Zhi put her hand on his chest, her fingers curled up softly.
She lowered her eyes, her voice inaudible: "Have you finished kissing?"
Lu Jiaheng slowly retreated, opened a little distance, and let out a low breath.
Chu Zhi stiffened, her cheeks flushed.
She lowered her eyes slightly, raised her hand, and touched the forehead that he had just kissed with her slender and white fingertips.
The temperature of his lips was obviously low, but she felt hot and itchy.
Chu Zhi's delicate brows wrinkled, unable to hold back, she gently scratched twice with her fingertips.
Lu Jiaheng laughed suddenly when she saw her natural and somewhat childish movements.
The voice was low, a little hoarse.
Chu Zhi raised her eyes.
His long eyes stared at her for a moment, there was a dull light at the bottom of his eyes, the thin lips were gently pursed, and the corners of his lips were very soft and slightly drooping.
Chuzhi recalled the feeling of being touched on his forehead just now.
Cool, moist and soft.
The touch of the lips turned out to be like this.
Chu Zhi looked at him ignorantly, opened his lips slightly, straightened up, put one hand on his chest, and leaned forward.
Lu Jiaheng's eyes narrowed slightly: "What are you doing?"
As if Chu Zhi didn't hear it, he slowly stretched out his arm, and a forefinger carefully and tentatively poked his lower lip.
Soft, press down hard, as if you can feel the hard barrier of the teeth in the mouth.
Lu Jiaheng froze.
Chu Zhi only poked lightly, and then carefully retracted her hand.
She just had time to raise her eyes, but before she could meet his eyes, the strength on her wrist suddenly loosened, Lu Jiaheng quickly unfastened her seat belt, opened the door, and got out of the car.
The movements are coherent, like fleeing, not even wearing a coat.
Chu Zhi blinked, leaned over and looked out the window with her hands on the seat.
The car door opened for a moment, and the cold air from outside entered the car, Chu Zhi shivered, and saw Lu Jiaheng standing there with only a sweater on her back against the car door, her eyes lowered, not knowing what she was thinking.
Chu Zhi looked cold.
She pulled the two men's coats from the back seat, put them on her own, and got out of the car in her arms, walked around the front of the car and walked in front of him.
The down jacket is thick and fluffy, and his is big. Chuzhi hugged her arms full, pulling her sleeves carefully not to touch the thin layer of snow on the ground, standing in front of him, pursing her lips, the clothes in her hands. Send it into his arms: "It's so cold outside."
Lu Jiaheng lowered his head, his dark peach eyes were hidden in the shadows, so he couldn't see his emotions clearly.
After a few seconds of pause, he raised his hand to take it, without wearing it, he let out a long breath: "I didn't say it, don't do anything to me."
Chu Zhi pursed her lips, like a child who did something wrong. After thinking about it, she was a little unconvinced, and said sullenly, "You kissed me first."
He looked a little helpless, and leaned over to help her pull the collar of her clothes: "I'm not cold, you button up."
Chu Zhi was too lazy to button it, so she wrapped her coat and shrank her neck like a little old man: "Then I'm not cold either."
Lu Jiaheng licked her lips and smiled, grabbed her little head with one hand and pushed forward: "Then go in."
The elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor, Chuzhi came out slowly, stood at the door, waiting for him to open the door.
This was her third visit to his house.
The house has been renovated. The layout should be similar to that of Chuzhi's house. The master bedroom is opened up several times, and there are only two partitions in the middle between the bedroom and the living room. The white plush carpet and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows extend from the living room to the living room. At the end of the bed, the light gray curtains were half-covered, and the cotton curtains were drawn aside.
A little unexpected, the overall decoration style of Lu Jiaheng's house is much softer than Chu Zhi imagined. At first glance, the furniture was mostly the style she chose at that time, and there was even a long-eared bunny on the lazy sofa by the window at the end of the bed. doll.
It didn't look like something he would buy and keep at home anyway.
Chu Zhi glanced at it, took off her coat, and stood in the middle of the living room.
It's not the same as the previous two times. This time, Chu Zhi felt that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet, and she felt awkward no matter what.
A certain consciousness that the girl had been silent for eighteen years finally appeared dull and slow.
Chu Zhi glanced at his big bed, which was vaguely hidden behind the partition and gauze curtain, and the red that had just faded came back up again. She lowered her eyes and was a little afraid to look at him.
Her work and rest time has always been very regular. She usually takes a shower and goes to bed at around ten o'clock. At this time, after a night of tossing, it is time for her biological clock. Chuzhi's sleepy eyelids are a little heavy, but she has a very spiritual feeling. .
She quietly raised her eyes and glanced at Lu Jiaheng.
As a result, he met his half-smiling gaze.
Chu Zhi puffed out her cheeks, thought about it, and said slowly, "I'm hungry."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
There was nothing to eat at home, so the two studied for a while and ordered a takeaway. Lu Jiaheng chose a movie about how to eat takeaway.
There was no TV in his living room, but a movie curtain was hung directly, occupying the entire wall.
Surprisingly, he picked "The Girl Who Leapt Through Time", a very old animated movie. Chu Zhi liked it very much. After watching it many times, she snorted and glanced at Lu Jiaheng.
He turned his head sideways: "Don't want to see this?"
Chu Zhi shook his head: "No."
I just didn't expect him to pick an animated movie to watch.
It really treats people like children.
It was already eleven o'clock after the takeaway was over, Chuzhi was much more at ease than before, and her spirit relaxed, and she began to feel sleepy.
She rubbed her eyes and watched a movie with her pillow in her arms.
The lights in the living room were turned off, and the dim light from the projector was dimly reflected on her face.
Chuzhi yawned, leaned crookedly on the sofa, sat with her knees curled up, her head resting on her knees, and she was sleepy.
Lu Jiaheng sat on the other end of the sofa, resting his head on the arm of the sofa with one hand, looked at her for a while, and smiled lightly.
Chuzhi turned her head, her jet-black eyes were wet because she had just yawned.
"Sleepy?"
Chuzhi was afraid that he thought she didn't like the movie she picked, so she quickly shook her head.
Lu Jiaheng hooked her lips and beckoned to her: "Come here."
Chu Zhi's thinking was a little sluggish, so he slowly hugged the pillow and rubbed over, sitting next to him.
She had a faint sweet scent on her body, and her whole body was warm, sticking to him like a small stove.
Lu Jiaheng was a little stiff again.
The small stove sat well at first, but after yawning twice in a row, the whole person leaned over again, leaning against his arm softly and rubbing his eyes: "Lu Jiaheng."
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and looked at her low-covered eyelashes: "Huh?"
"Are we going back to school tomorrow?"
Her voice was already soft, but at this time, she was tired, soft and soft, with a slightly charming, milky cat-like voice, which made people feel numb and itchy.
Lu Jiaheng's throat was dry: "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Chu Zhi nodded, still thinking about: "Lu Jiaheng."
"Um."
Chu Zhi didn't speak, suddenly raised his head and looked at him with big eyes: "Who did you buy the rabbit for?"
"… "
Lu Jiaheng was at a loss: "What rabbit?"
She raised her hand and pointed to the lazy sofa by the window in the opposite bedroom: "That rabbit."
He froze for a moment, laughed, and leaned back.
Chu Zhi pursed her lips, looking very concerned.
Lu Jiaheng hooked her lips happily, put her hand on the back of the sofa, someone leaned over and leaned closer: "Well, there is such a girl."
"… "
Chuzhi suddenly ran halfway, fluttered, sat on the sofa and stared at him, one side of the cheek bulging.
For a long time, she said dully: "I don't care who it is."
Lu Jiaheng smiled lightly, raised his arm and dragged her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair: "I'm holding this."
She gave a "uh", found a comfortable position, and started to turn over old accounts with him again with her fingers broken: "You used to have so many peach blossoms and your mouth is so good at speaking, how do I know which of your words is true. "
He raised his hand, wrapped his fingertips around the ends of her long hair, and patiently said, "What I said to you is true."
Chu Zhi pouted and muttered in a low voice, "This is also a must-have phrase for scumbags."
Her voice was small, as if she was talking ill of him, Lu Jiaheng raised her eyebrows slightly, did not speak, and stopped playing with her hair.
The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the two suddenly became quiet, leaving only the background music from the movie.
Chu Zhi waited for a while, but without waiting for a reply, she raised her head.
It just happened to bump into Lu Jiaheng's dark eyes.
He looked at her with deep eyes and narrowed eyes.
The dangerous little radar that had been offline for a while in Chu Zhi's mind ticked again. She bit her lip unconsciously, and shrank back subconsciously.
Lu Jiaheng's arms around her waist tightened tightly, holding her tightly to prevent her from moving, and turned over while holding her.
The positions of the two people were instantly reversed. He supported the back of the sofa with one hand, looked down at her, his lips curled up, and he smiled a bit badly: "Scumbag? What misunderstandings do you have about scumbags?"
Chuzhi slid down a little, and was half-sit and half-lying on the sofa, with her neck tucked in, feeling a little uncomfortable.
He noticed it, dragged the back of her neck with one hand and lifted it up, licking her lips and approaching.
His teeth were clenched tightly, his breath was a little heavy, forbearance and presumptuous, with a low warning, his voice was hoarse: "Little girl, scumbags don't rely on words, usually do things directly."