But what's wrong with that
Look at his attitude of bitterness and hatred, could it be that there are seven pieces of human flesh in his bowl
Feng Zhiwei picked up the shiny braised pork in her own bowl, and looked at it carefully in the sunlight... I can't tell, it's said that human flesh is more sour...
"Eight dollars."
After the man almost smashed the bowl, he finally said two more words, Feng Zhiwei was stunned for a while, thought of a ridiculous idea, and asked tentatively: "You... want eight pieces of meat?"
Without squinting, Gu Nanyi nodded solemnly at the noodle bowl.
Feng Zhiwei weeps—Master, if you think there is too little meat, just say so, as long as you stop torturing me, let alone eight yuan, I don’t mind nine yuan... See how many yuan are left in the bowl? Give it all to him!
She courteously hurriedly picked the meat from her bowl, and wanted to give it all to please, but she didn't want to pick a piece just now, and Gu Nanyi's chopsticks stopped her, and her chopsticks couldn't put it down anymore.
Then he said, "Eight yuan."
Well, eight bucks...
Feng Zhiwei raised her hand, pulled his gauze off, and said in a low voice, "Please don't be ashamed, I still want to eat well."
It is too oppressive to eat under the wolf-like eyes of everyone!
Young Master Gu finally ate his eight pieces of meat with satisfaction, but Feng Zhiwei couldn't eat anymore, worrying when the stupid thing he did would end
After dinner, go to the dormitory that I was assigned to. It is a small yard with two rooms, one for receiving guests in a small area, and one for the outer and outer rooms. The smaller suite has a bed, and the larger suite has two rooms. Changing the bed, at first glance, separated the rooms of the master and the attendants. Feng Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, and the sleep problem that had been a bit of annoyance was finally solved. Yan Huaishi smiled and asked for credit: "Brother, are you satisfied? The best student yard was given to me by the dormitory supervisor with great difficulty."
Feng Zhiwei smiled appreciatively, and asked, "So you know the dormitory supervisor?"
"do not know."
"Then how can I take care of you?"
"We knew each other after eating the noodles." Yan Huaishi triumphantly said, "I peeled three garlics for him, and he even told me the name of his new wife."
"..."
Tired all day, Feng Zhiwei lay down early, but couldn't fall asleep for a while, she was not used to sleeping with two men next door, she got up and was in a daze, the surroundings were very quiet, the academy rules, you must go to bed at the next hour, in the silence, a little The sound is infinitely amplified.
However, something seemed to be missing.
Feng Zhi frowned slightly, listening to the murmur of running water in the distance, peach petals falling in early spring, and someone talking in sleep, deep ravings in the yard next door ten feet away.
Just no, the snoring of the two people next door.
Did you not sleep, or...
There was a sound of "squeak", and the inner door was suddenly opened. Gu Nanyi was still dressed in the same tight clothes, and floated out with a pillow in his arms. Feng Zhiwei stared at him dumbfounded, and had to admit that although the big man hugged a pillow Running around is a very scary thing, but it's strange that this man doesn't look ugly in this posture.
Even... a little bit of temptation...
From his snow-white fingers tightly gripping the pillow, from his leisurely posture of slightly leaning his face against the cloth-covered pillow, from his half-lifted veil, the lips on the snow-colored skin are soft and reddish.
The purest and most straightforward, seems to come from the simplest and most primitive beauty in the depths of the heart, and is naturally charming because of its extreme clarity.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly thought of a word inappropriately.
Liu Guang is easy to throw people away, the cherry is red, the plantain is green...
Immersed in the beautiful mood of the poem, I suddenly saw the man walking over with the pillow in his arms, and went straight to her bed, and lifted the quilt—
fell asleep.
Feng Zhiwei sat on the bed.
She was only wearing unlined clothing, and looked shyly at the man who had slipped under her bed in the chill of early spring.
The man calmly slept under her warm quilt, and he still didn't take off his gauze after sleeping.
It's not that Feng Zhiwei doesn't want to scream, but screaming can't make this man come out of her bed. The education she received since she was a child told her that at critical times, panic doesn't help.
So she pulled the quilt very calmly, patted the other person's shoulder almost gently, and said kindly: "Gu Daxia, you slept in the wrong bed."
Gu Daxia seemed to move his head, and Feng Zhiwei was secretly delighted that he had listened in, when he heard a thud, and then the world spun, and his buttocks were in pain like a split.
She was kicked to the ground by Gu Nanyi.
Yan Huaishi heard the voice rushing out from the room, and saw Feng Zhiwei sitting on the ground, looking up at the man on the bed with a silly expression for the first time, half-hidden by the parted skirt, revealing a smile more radiant than moonlight. White, the fragrance of flowers floats in the middle of the night, and I don't know where there is a dense breath that diffuses faintly.
Yan Huaishi immediately turned his eyes away, and stood at the door awkwardly, not knowing whether to help or avoid.
Immediately, Gu Nanyi, who was lying calmly on the bed, said dryly: "I sleep alone."
Yan Huaishi was taken aback, and rushed into the room with a whoosh - it's better for him not to hear the next negotiation.
Isn't it just from sleeping with this man to sleeping with another man... Mr. Yan hugged a quilt and smiled like a fox.
Feng Zhiwei was also smiling, got up smiling, and said softly: "Okay, you sleep alone."
Those who know current affairs are heroes, whoever has big fists and who sleeps in a private room, she doesn't make trouble, and if she wants to make trouble, it's not like this.
Then she picked up another quilt and was going to sleep in the inner room, and was going to drive Mr. Yan out - didn't he get along well with the dormitory supervisor? The dormitory supervisor even told him the name of the little wife's boudoir, so I don't think he minds sharing a bed, right
Just two steps away, the person on the bed turned over and said, "You are here."
Feng Zhiwei staggered, almost fell under the quilt, turned her head and asked in disbelief, "I'm here?"
The man was lying down, breathing slightly and fluttering the veil, the ups and downs were gentle, and the outline was beautiful, looking at Feng Zhiwei's eyes at this moment, he felt like a zombie who was about to cheat.
"right."
Concise and concise. Immediately after raising his hand, a ball of white flowers flew over and landed right at Feng Zhiwei's feet.
her pillow.