Milk Tea Flavor In Love

Chapter 277: Two hundred and seventy-seven cups of milk tea

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She held the ball in one hand against her waist, stood on tiptoe, raised her head and kissed him.

Then she took the opportunity to pass him and shoot.

It took a few shots before she scored. She watched the basketball fall from the hoop, looked sideways at him, her eyebrows crooked.

"I succeeded in the challenge."

He would turn around, his back facing the starry night sky behind him.

Black eyes lowered, staring at her.

Raising his hand, the back of his hand touched his mouth.

laugh.

"Do you have to challenge a few more times."

She picked up the ball and walked towards him.

"No more."

"Come on, I watch you play."

A few classmates who were in his class came up behind, and after a conversation, he played a ball with a few boys.

She stood aside looking at the phone.

From time to time, there were singing, guitar, and skateboard wheels rolling on the ground.

The agent sent a message to her that two days in Beijing, that is, during the weekend, another magazine was filmed. This time it was no longer an electronic magazine, but a physical magazine.

And it's still a two-person version.

Probably because of the good sales of the e-newsletter this time, and her frequent hot searches, the prospects are great, which attracts businesses.

The agent told her that the person she was cooperating with was from the same company.

After reading the information, she raised her head and looked at him.

The clothes on his back are a little wet, as are the black hair on both sides of his forehead.

She took back the phone and walked out of the basketball court to buy him water.

After buying a few bottles of water, they stopped fighting and stood on the side talking.

She gave him water, and then to his classmates.

Several of his classmates said thank you to her, looked at each other for a while, smiled and said to leave first.

At this time, there were gradually fewer people on the campus, and one or two of them went to the bedroom.

Zhou Yu drank a bottle of water she had bought, his apple rolled a few times, the water bottomed out, and his head hung down.

She was standing next to him, and she could feel his body radiating heat from the exercise.

Throw the empty bottle into a nearby trash can.

"Are you going back?" she asked.

It is getting late, which means that this day will also pass.

This means that the two people spend another day less time together.

Thinking about it, the mood inevitably fell.

He walked back, "Do you want to go back."

She shook her head.

"Then see you later."

The two found a place to sit down.

The breeze slowly blows on his face.

Ten minutes before the auntie was about to close the door, the two had to go back.

Stand up and hold her hand.

Hold her chin in your hand, lift it up slightly, and leaning down to kiss her soft lips.

The white silk is connected.

The damp and hot feeling of soft waxy waxy

The kiss made her heart hot.

For a moment, the two lips separated, this would really be going back.

"We are going back." She reminded.

"Ok."

Weekend time.

For the convenience of work, the filming was again in Beijing, and the agent also flew to Beijing from Nanzhou to arrange the itinerary for her.

Zhou Yu sent her over and walked in with her.

When she came, the scene was already ready, and it was far from perfect.

It was another dress up, and when it was done, I sat with him and waited to start.

"I shot with Zhuoquan this time. The company arranged it."

"Ok."

"There may be some intimate movements."

He tilted his head to look at her: "How close?"

"The agent showed it to me and looked at each other and held hands."

"Do you mind."

"I mainly look at you. If there is too close, I can refuse, but I can accept these."

"You can accept it."