The body is her own, so she naturally knows how to control it. If it really doesn't work, she won't bear it.
There will never be death from dehydration as Meng Ziheng said.
But this kind of rhetoric sounded more like arrogance and sophistry to the other party. Meng Ziheng didn't know what he was angry about. He threw down his sleeves and coldly snorted: "Whatever you want." After that, he never looked at Song Ye again. Stride away.
Song Ye was helpless and didn't know where Meng Ziheng's temper, which was more fickle than a woman's, came from. He simply lay on the hospital bed, blowing on the fan, breathed out gently, and closed his eyes. These five kilometers really made her tired. broken.
The wind gently rolled the curtains, casting small and large shadows in mid-air, and the fragrance of jasmine flowers on the windowsill was sent into the room.
When Qin Zhan came over, the doctor had already gone to take care of other students. The room was silent. Half of his delicate face was exposed behind the white curtain. At this time, the young man on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep.
Looking closer, you can still see the two blushes on the little face caused by excessive exercise. The red color completely subverted the young man's cold aura, making him look much softer.
Qin Zhan stretched out his fingertips and pushed aside the wet hair from her forehead. The soft hair ran across his fingertips. The boy still didn't wake up. His long eyelashes cast a dark shadow on his face, sleeping soundly.
Thinking of the red-faced young man trying to endure on the plane that day, Qin Zhan couldn't help but twist the corners of his mouth, and his eyes softened in an instant. He leaned over and leaned over gently, his straight body arched at ninety degrees, Diandian leaned closer to the young man's sleeping face.
The smell of sweat still lingers on the young man's hair. His thin body floats up and down gently between breaths, and traces of exhaustion are revealed between her eyebrows. Looking at it from a close distance, people can appreciate that her facial features are small, delicate and flawless. Beautiful, the whole face is like a work of art carefully carved by God, tender and green, full of the sweet taste of youth.
The moment he put his lips on those thin lips, Qin Zhan couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart. After confirming his feelings, every time they met, every time they missed him, every time he recalled, he was secretly thinking Aftertaste, aftertaste of those frozen pink and tender lips under the pool. He was regretting it again, regretting that he didn't remember her taste more clearly and that he didn't last longer.
The young man's lips are very beautiful, with two thin lips with a hint of vermicelli. They often look sharp because of his cold expression, but now that he doesn't go up to his mouth, the horny lips are unexpectedly soft and clean, and seem to be still there. There is a faint fragrance lingering in the nose.
Qin Zhan originally just wanted to take a look at her body, but something went wrong. His body moved before his brain and he kissed her.
After the kiss, he found that he still wanted more and wanted more from the boy.
Knowing that Song Ye is an extremely alert and vigilant person, it is dangerous enough to press her lips together, but Qin Zhan still pushed open her teeth like a man possessed, and drove straight in, bit by bit, gently and meticulously. Savoring every detail about her.
Bang bang, his heart seemed to be shocked by electricity and began to beat wildly. The deafening sound covered up the melodious chirping of cicadas in the trees outside.
He closed his eyes gently, feeling his cheeks burning hot. He placed his hands on both sides of the bed and pressed the sheets until his veins bulged. This 26-year-old Chukou Mu, who came late, obviously felt too strong.
In his sleep, Song Ye noticed a breath approaching, and his body instinctively wanted to react. However, his dehydrated and fatigued body was like lead. It was difficult to even move his fingers, let alone his eyelids, which were as heavy as a thousand pounds. I can't hold it open.
Suddenly, she smelled a familiar faint smell of tobacco on the person who came. That familiar smell made her stiff and defensive limbs relax again. There seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her that this person would not hurt her. .
There was a soft hornworm feeling on her lips, and the warm breath tickled her eyelids, making her want to avoid it, but the next second, her lips were separated, and there was a soft touch in silence. The pressure of the hornworm feeling was a bit heavy, invading her mouth with a hint of domineering, invading her peace wantonly.
A familiar taste suddenly filled the mouth, a slightly bitter but not unpleasant smell of tobacco, a reassuring and safe taste.
The owner of this smell would not hurt herself, so she did not need to resist, so she gave up resistance and passively and calmly accepted the other party's gentle care and wanton invasion.
But, who is the owner of this flavor
She thought about it over and over again in her tired mind, but couldn't find the result, until the base of her tongue was numb from the kiss, and she wanted to protest.
"Well..." The protest was a tiny moan, so weak that it could almost be ignored, but just after the sound sounded, she felt that the feeling of hornworms on her lips disappeared.
The faint smell of tobacco lingering in the tip of the nose was replaced by another breath. A slightly cold hand was placed on his forehead. Song Ye's heart suddenly became alarmed. He suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep and shot as fast as lightning. He grabbed the other person's wrist, and his unfocused eyes stared at the person with an eerie and cold look.
"Hey, why are you crazy?" The visitor gasped and cursed in pain.
In an instant, Song Ye woke up and saw clearly the face of the person who came, it was Meng Ziheng.
Realizing that the other person was trying to check his body temperature, Song Ye silently let go of his hand and asked with a hoarse voice, "Who was here just now?"
Hearing this, Meng Ziheng was stunned and shook his head, "I don't know, I just saw that the school doctor was not there, and I didn't see anyone before or after him."
no one? Song Ye frowned slightly, always feeling that something happened while he was sleeping... Heh, I still remembered it just now, but when Meng Ziheng reached out with his hand, he completely forgot about it.
She coughed slightly and sat up straight.
Meng Ziheng turned around and poured water with great discernment, "Don't move, the doctor said you need to rest." Although he was hostile, looking at Song Ye's weak face, he still looked like a gentleman and took the initiative to take care of others.
After pouring the water, he was stunned. When he went out just now, there was obviously no kettle on the table, and the water was still warm. He raised his eyes and glanced around, but didn't find any figure. A trace of doubt flashed in his mind, but he didn't pay much attention.
Looking at the person on the hospital bed sipping water, her lips as red as a little girl's, Meng Ziheng never expected that this person was so stubborn and had a bad temper.
"I have something to do later. Do you have any friends coming over to watch you?" Meng Ziheng asked.