In the dark room, a light suddenly lit up, although the range of light was not large, but it was enough for Zhang Liang to see the beautiful girl doctor in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sister Rong," Seeing Duanmu Rong's eyes inexplicably dim, Zhang Liang couldn't help but feel embarrassed, stretched out his hand, touched his smooth chin, and called in a low voice.

The girl's clear voice was deliberately low, showing a little low, but it brought out a strange taste, but Duanmu Rong didn't hear it, she looked at Zhang Liang in front of her in a daze, she peeked at her for so long, Zhang Liang has always disliked too much contact with people, I don't know what to think.

With a long sigh in her heart, Duanmu Rong didn't know what to say, but her dim eyes were still staring at Zhang Liang in front of her.

shouted Duanmu Rong, but did not get the expected response, Zhang Liang was a little at a loss, but in the end, Zhang Liang quickly calmed down, put the lamp in his hand, put his hands on the side of the bed, and sat up.

Seeing Zhang Liang's movements, Duanmu Rong's eyes moved slightly, there was no expected cold words, and there was no polite sense of alienation, Zhang Liang actually reached out and held himself.

"Zhang Liang, you.." Lowering her eyes, Duanmu Rong looked at the hand that was tightly held, and said softly.

"Call me ovary, this is my word," Hearing Duanmu Rong still shouting his name unfamiliarly, Zhang Liang thought of his future font size, groaned for a while, and said in a harmonious voice.

There are many names of the ancients, but there is usually only one word, and only people who are close to each other can directly call each other's words.

"Ofan," a trace of doubt flashed in her beautiful eyes, but looking at Zhang Liang's smiling face, Duanmu Rong only nodded slightly, didn't say much, and called softly.

"Hmm," smiled faintly, but Zhang Liang held the little hand in his hand, feeling the indescribable softness, and couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart.

But looking at Duanmu Rong's beautiful face in front of him, Zhang Liang felt a headache, whether Duanmu Rong's feelings about himself were biased towards friends or something else, Zhang Liang was not sure, after all, in terms of feelings, Zhang Liang was still a chick.

The ovary is Zhang Liang's word, her age looks about the same age as me, and there are already family elders who take the word, but since she is willing to tell herself, does it mean that I am also a little different in her heart. The long eyelashes trembled slightly, but the lowered eyelids were full of complex emotions, there were speculations, there were joys, at this time, Duanmu Rong's heart was full of sweetness, this was the first time Zhang Liang showed his closeness to himself.

Just as Duanmu Rong was thinking, Zhang Liang suddenly said in a low voice: "Sister Rong, you are very beautiful." ”

Raising her head in surprise, Duanmu Rong wanted to say something, but was swallowed back by Zhang Liang's sudden compliment.

"Ovary," Zhang Liang glanced at him with disgust, it was not the first time that Duanmu Rong had been praised, but the person in front of her was her, and it seemed to be very different, but it happened to meet Zhang Liang's eyes that were staring at her quietly, and her purple jewel-like pupils were clearly reflecting her face at this time.

His face was imperceptibly red, and he had been secretly called the emotionless future doctor in private, but at this time, he could no longer suppress the shyness in his heart, and was stared at so tightly by Zhang Liang, Duanmu Rong finally couldn't resist, and turned her face away, wanting to avoid Zhang Liang's gaze.

"Turn around," holding back a smile, Zhang Liang looked at Duanmu Rong in front of him, although she still wanted to maintain an expressionless appearance, but Zhang Liang clearly saw the strangeness on her cheeks.

Although she was puzzled, hearing Zhang Liang's voice, Duanmu Rong still subconsciously turned her face, wanting to see what happened to Zhang Liang.

Touch, that is, the soft feeling arrived in my heart in an instant, numb and speechless, Duanmu Rong looked at Zhang Liang in a daze, she was really stunned by Zhang Liang's movements.

"Ahem, it's okay," Zhang Liang turned his head, raised his hand, touched his smooth chin pretending to be nothing, and said casually, but there was a rare hint of laughter in her voice, which was completely different from Zhang Liang's usual calm and calm feeling, but it was a little more pyrotechnic.

Duanmu Rong, who should have been annoyed, faced Zhang Liang, who turned his head and said that he was okay, suddenly had an urge to laugh, reached out and touched his smooth forehead, where Zhang Liang had just kissed lightly.

There is no trace of blasphemy, just a simple kiss, a light touch, that is, a part. But this kiss in Duanmu Rong's heart, I'm afraid it can't be ordinary, although I can't see Zhang Liang's appearance clearly, but when I heard the smile in Zhang Liang's voice, Duanmu Rong turned her face away, but it couldn't cover up the upturned curvature of the corners of her lips.

"Okay, let's go to sleep," didn't hear the voice behind him, Zhang Liang turned his head, but happened to see Duanmu Rong, in order to eliminate his embarrassment, Zhang Liang quickly blew out the light of the lamp.

Zhang Liang quickly blew out the flame of the lamp, lay on the bed, and saw Zhang Liang's movements quickly, Duanmu Rong also lay down.

The relationship between the two is getting different day by day, but the quilt is still the same bed, and in the quilt, there is inevitably some contact. In fact, when Duanmu Rong just lay down, her arm stretched out lightly and accidentally touched Zhang Liang, this cold touch made Zhang Liang sigh slightly, I don't know if it was his previous actions that made Duanmu Rong's body cold.

"Sister Rong, do you feel cold?" Zhang Liang's voice sounded in the dark, although his vision could not penetrate the darkness in the room, Zhang Liang's voice was still as gentle as daytime.

"It's not cold," however, soon, a cold female voice sounded, and Duanmu Rong replied to Zhang Liang while retracting her hand under the quilt.

However, soon, Duanmu Rong's hand stopped, because the other hand suddenly grabbed her, and a warm feeling came from between her fingers.

Zhang Liang held Duanmu Rong's small hand with five fingers of his backhand, but Zhang Liang forgot that his hand seemed to be about the same size as Duanmu Rong, and at this time, the palms of the two people were close together, showing a warm feeling.

"It's not cold now," Zhang Liang's voice sounded, Duanmu Rong retracted her hand, but unfortunately she couldn't stop Zhang Liang's strength, and Duanmu Rong's symbolic struggle soon stopped, and being together quietly like this was something that had never been imagined before.

But the two of them ignored it, there was still a gap in the middle of the bed, the room was dark, quiet, and only a burst of breathing could be heard when they calmed down.

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