Today's two more 6,000 words, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation ticket, asking for a small reward :)

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"Tea, Sister Ma. Wang Bo used the boiling water he boiled when he first entered the house to make a cup of tea for Ma Liting.

"Thank you. Ma Liting took the white porcelain teacup from Wang Bo's hand and rested it on the TV cabinet where the TV was placed. Although she is ready to "dedicate", it is the first time for her to do this kind of thing, she has no experience, and frankly, she does not know how to "dedicate". Moreover, the "dedication" she has heard of is also a choice made when others have requirements in this regard; the current situation is that this Wang Zi'an does not have this request, but she takes the initiative to come to the door to "dedicate", how to "dedicate", how to "dedicate", to what extent, what to say first, where to start, Ma Liting has no idea.

In the relationship between men and women, from middle school to university, it is the male student who takes the initiative, waiting for her to pick and choose, or nod or refuse. She took the initiative to come to the door, which was definitely the first time in her life.

After Wang Bo handed the teacup to Ma Liting, he took two steps back, came to the edge of the bed and sat down, without opening his mouth, waiting for Ma Liting's speech, wanting to know what was going on with the woman who had changed her clothes and seemed to have taken off her makeup.

Wang Bo didn't open his mouth, Ma Liting wanted to open his mouth but didn't know what to say. Whether it is praise or flattery, sincere or against her will, she has already said it when she took a taxi alone with Wang Bo and ate hot pot at a hot pot restaurant at night, and she will not repeat it again now. Ma Liting's face was calm. But her heart is worried, trying to find a topic to break the silence that makes her feel embarrassed and nervous.

Then. She suddenly realized that she only thought of "dedication", but she didn't think about what high-sounding reasons and excuses to "dedicate" at all.

It's too hasty! You should go slower, think more, and be more prepared before knocking on the door!" Ma Liting thought with annoyance.

At this time, she suddenly found Wang Bo's wet hair, and her eyes lit up. There is a calculation.

"Wang Zi'an, your hair is still wet, you should hurry up and blow it with a blow." Ma Liting suddenly broke the silence. Said to Wang Bo.

Wang Bo scratched the wet hair on his head with his hand, and said with a smile, "It's okay." Get used to it. That's it, cool!"

Ma Liting smiled "poof", and then stared at Wang Bo a little coquettishly. "You boys." Always so careless and don't take care of your body. It's okay now, but the headache will be terrible in the future. Come on, I'll blow it for you. With that, Ma Liting stood up.

"It's really not necessary, Sister Ma. After a while, it will dry naturally. Wang Bo waved his hand, a little embarrassed.

"Come on, don't be embarrassed. I also used to blow my younger siblings' hair in my hometown. Ma Liting seemed to know Wang Bo's thoughts. Come up directly and pull him by hand.

Wang Bo's left wrist was pulled by Ma Liting, and a slight electric current came from the place of contact. His heart immediately felt strange. Wang Bo's face was embarrassed, and he said things like "Don't! No need! It's too troublesome!", but his butt involuntarily lifted up from the mattress.

Ma Liting pressed her heartbeat like a drum, and pretended to be calm: "Just blow your hair, what's the trouble?" to tell you, if I hadn't been admitted to Chuanyin, I would probably have gone to learn hairdressing. Maybe it's going to be sent every day, blowing people's hair, giggles!" Ma Liting sprinkled a string of "giggles" coquettish laughter, but the right hand that grabbed Wang Bo's wrist did not let go, and continued to lead him towards the bathroom. Although Wang Bo felt that something was wrong, the girls didn't let go, and he couldn't break free himself.

When she came to the bathroom, Ma Liting took off the hair dryer hanging on the wall, and when she pressed the switch, the silver hair dryer immediately blew out a hot warm breeze. Ma Liting asked Wang Bo to face her, her feet were slightly tiptoed, her hands were raised, and she began to blow Wang Bo's hair.

It was the first time that Wang Bo and Ma Liting were so close, and the distance between the two was less than ten centimeters. At first, he was still keeping his eyes open, but in less than half a minute, he closed them.

However, closing your eyes doesn't seem to be of much use. Just in front of his eyelids, Ma Liting's beautiful face, the silver necklace around her neck, the two peaks under her neck that raised the goose-yellow dress high, and the two faint on her shoulders, which appeared from time to time between the dresses, and the transparent thin bands connecting the peaks in front of her still flashed clearly and stubbornly in front of Wang Bo's eyelids.

Without visual input, Wang Bo found that his sense of smell had become extremely acute at this moment. He smelled a smell of gardenias, roses, orchids, and an indescribable, indescribable smell. These smells stimulated his sense of smell and enhanced his temporarily closed vision, making the images that flashed in front of his eyelids unusually clear, vivid, and visible.

In addition to smell, there is also the sense of touch. He felt Ma Liting's hand scratching like a comb on the top of his head, as if it was not just his scalp, but his body, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes soothing, sometimes urgent, sometimes rain hitting plantains, falling heavily, sometimes gentle and drizzling, like a spring breeze gently caressing.

Wang Bo found that he was starting to become calm. My heart started to beat faster, my skin started to get hot, and I instinctively started to think about it. He felt that he couldn't let Ma Liting blow himself any more, and if he continued to blow it, he might be made ugly on the spot.

"Okay, Sister Ma. Almost. Thank you. Wang Bo opened his eyes, blushed slightly, said something to Ma Liting, and hurriedly walked out of the bathroom.

Ma Liting turned off the power switch and hung the blow dryer on the wall. There was a huge mirror in front of the sink, Ma Liting looked up and found that the figure in the mirror was blushing, as if she had blushed. But tonight she was wearing light makeup and didn't wear any blush at all. Ma Liting covered her face with her hands, her face was very hot, like a fever. Ma Liting took a deep breath, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and poured some cold water on her flushed face with the palm of her hand. The cold water calmed Ma Liting a lot, thinking that just blowing his hair would make her cheeks red and her heart beat like a drum, and if she went further, she didn't know what she would become, and how "ugly" she would become. A trace of hesitation flashed in her heart, but it was quickly erased by Ma Liting with reason. There is no turning back from the bow, the matter has come to this, what is the point of regression and regret?

Ma Liting wiped her face with a towel hanging on the shelf, put her palm in her heart, took a deep breath again, and walked out.

With the episode of blowing hair, whether it is Ma Liting or Wang Bo, they are much more comfortable in the future.

Wang Bo asked Ma Liting: "Sister Ma, ...... you Is there something wrong?"

Ma Liting blinked her sly eyes and said, "Can't I look for you if it's okay?"

Wang Bo's face turned pale, and he immediately said: "What did Sister Ma say! Of course not! It is an honor for the younger brother to come here." I was just a little surprised. ”

Wang Bo's shy appearance made Ma Liting "giggle", and her mood suddenly relaxed a lot, and said: "Look at you, I just want you to go out alone, high school students are less than eleven or twelve o'clock, and they usually don't sleep." It's still early, and I think you might be bored, so I'll come over to accompany you, chat with you, and pass the time. ”

Wang Bo was immediately flattered and said: "Thank you so much! Sister Ma is so good and thoughtful! But now it's past nine o'clock, will it affect Sister Ma's rest?"

Ma Liting waved her hand and said, "Where do college students sleep before twelve o'clock!"

Wang Bo nodded understandingly, and suddenly thought of a question, so he asked tentatively: "But Sister Ma, if you accompany me here, you are not afraid that your 'brother-in-law' will be jealous?"

As soon as this question came out, Wang Bo regretted it a little, and inexplicably felt that in the current atmosphere, he really shouldn't mention such a bad scenery.

Wang Bo's words made Ma Liting stunned, very surprised, her first reaction was to deny it, not admitting the fact that she had a boyfriend, but before the words "no boyfriend" were spoken, she thought of Fang You and a few people who were against her. Denying it for a while, where to deny it for a lifetime, this kind of obvious thing, Wang Zi'an only needs a phone call, he can identify his own truth and falsehood.

can't deny, there is only admittion, so Ma Liting's pretty face that was still smiling quickly collapsed, made a lonely, with a somewhat painful expression, and said slowly: "Don't talk about him! I don't want to mention him!"

Ma Liting's expression almost reflexively made Wang Bo think that the woman in front of him must have had a conflict with her boyfriend, and subconsciously comforted: "Sister Ma, did you quarrel with your brother-in-law? But as the old saying goes, the two quarrel, and the head of the bed quarrels at the end of the bed. Sister Ma, don't care, don't be angry, you will be reconciled in two days!"

Ma Liting lowered her head, bent over, her two forearms side by side on her knees, Wang Bo couldn't see her expression clearly, she didn't speak, she was silent for a while, and then said in a sad tone: "Wang Zi'an, me and him are not tongues and teeth, we ...... It's already in the past tense. Let's talk about something else, don't talk about this, okay?"

Ma Liting's words once again made Wang Bo realize that he had indeed asked a stupid question just now, so he nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Ma, I-"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ma Liting, who looked up again: "It's okay! Those who don't know are not guilty!" A faint smile appeared on Ma Liting's face again. But this smile, in Wang Bo's eyes, clearly carries a kind of broken poignancy.

"Wang Zi'an, can I take a shower in the bathroom of your room? I ate hot pot today, and I got a lot of hot pot smell on my body. But the school's bathhouse is only open two days a week, Tuesdays and Fridays. At this time, Ma Liting suddenly said. (To be continued.) )