The cramps in the neck felt like stiff neck, sore, and couldn't stand upright.

At this time, I still talk about roasted eggplant, even if I eat it ready-made, I can't pick up my appetite.

Running all the way out of the kitchen, Zhou Jiyou leaned his head on the sofa, patiently waiting for this energy to ease up, waiting and waiting, his eyelids closed, and he fell asleep.

Hearing the doorbell in her hazy consciousness, she didn't take it seriously, her mind was dull and scattered, and she didn't want to open her eyes.

Until the phone rang, she suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and it seemed that there was a time in her memory, it was also a doorbell first, and then an electric bell.

With an indescribable willpower, she lifted her slightly heavy eyelids, pressed her elbow against the back of the sofa, and the man stood up.

I've seen cat's eye, and it's really ...... It's him.

When she opened the door, she looked sleepy, and covered her mouth gently: "Didn't you say that there was something wrong at night?" ”

The voice was muffled under a yawn.

Without saying a word, he reached over and stroked the side of her neck, his palms dry and warm.

Caught off guard by him again, she woke up and asked stiffly, "Won't it be because my neck is twisted?" ”

He kneaded the junction of her neck and shoulders, his eyes dark: "Here? ”

Yes, it's really for this.

Zhou Jiyou was speechless for a moment, not speechless, but sore, as if stepping on a lemon under his feet, a sour and sweet feeling quickly jumped from the soles of his feet to his whole body.

"Wrong." She pursed her lips slightly and patted the other side, "It's here." ”

He didn't move his hand, but raised his other hand and touched it where she had pointed it.

The two of them faced each other, and suddenly it became the strange posture of him putting his hands on her shoulders. Moreover, one is inside the door and the other is outside, with a low threshold in between.

"Does it still hurt?"

The concern in his eyes was close at hand, Zhou Jiyou couldn't help but purse his lips, stood on tiptoe, circled his neck, and joked in his ear, and said softly: "Are you going to give me a massage?" Even though there was no one here, I thought it was more comfortable to sit in the house. ”

The hot air blew into his ears, and Shen Feibai immediately stiffened.

If you come out to mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back.

His hands dangling from her neck pinched the soft tendons under her skin, and he breathed slowly, slowly, feeling the faint heat and aroma covering his chest.

Returning to the living room, Zhou Jiyou opened a box of cold mint-flavored chewing gum, poured out two chews, and sat cross-legged on the sofa, "Come on, press it for me." ”

Shen Feibai stepped forward and sat behind her, controlled the strength, and massaged her lightly.

It should be comfortable, her body is in a relaxed state, and her head will occasionally shake slightly.

She rarely wore her hair loose, and always tied it high, either coiled or braided. At the moment, it is even more casual, and he directly pulls up his long hair with a chopstick.

The neck was thin, white as ivory, and it bent down slenderly all the way to the place where he kneaded, and the softness and weakness of women were fully revealed.

It's so delicate and soft, and when you touch the bones inside, it seems that if you pinch it hard, it will break immediately.

She wore a very homely casual dress, with a neckline that was not big or small, the edge was at the third of the shoulders, short sleeves, her arms were on her thighs, the cuffs were two thin and white knots, and her elbows were pointed.

Shen Feibai lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly he didn't dare to continue looking, he was afraid that he couldn't help it, he was really afraid.

Fortunately, Zhou Jiyou suddenly broke through the increasingly rich invisible atmosphere between each other, spit out the gum, and said: "I remembered that headache." ”

He took a breath, and didn't have to ask which time, for they were just once, and still at strangers to each other, he rubbed her temples.

"You said that you would admit that you were tired at that time, what could you do, you were obviously lazy, but you were not tired." Her tone was relaxed, clearly teasing, "Are you tired now?" When you are tired, you will rest, not too much. ”

"Not tired." I wasn't tired that time.

Zhou Jiyou twisted his neck and glanced over to look at him: "You have a criminal record, I don't believe it." ”

The delicate and delicate half of the side face, the pupils are clear amber, the lips are pink rose, and when she speaks, the eyebrows are raised, lively, revealing her unique unrestrainedness.

I want to kiss her, especially if I want to.

The moment his figure overturned, Zhou Jiyou's eyes widened in surprise.

The dry lips were pasted, and she was pressed and bitten by him at the right angle from the gap between the sofa and the head, and thought in hindsight that he had a criminal record, and he also had a criminal record for raiding him......

His breathing was a little suppressed, and she felt like she was being encased in a fish tank, and three hundred and sixty degrees swirled around his body, desperately suppressing it, but there was still a trace of pouring sound.

She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him, her mouth overflowing with a small protest: "Don't ...... You asked me to change my position......"

He pressed her hand and let go of it a few harder. She put her arms around him, looking for a fulcrum and turned around to face him.

The thick palm pressed against her back, pressing her into her arms, her legs blocked in the middle and couldn't get closer, and the leg sockets kept squeezing, this posture was also very uncomfortable. She rubbed forward, stretched out her two slender legs, put her thighs on his thighs, and sat on his lap in a manner similar to a princess's hug.

His tongue sticks in, rolls and hooks, little by little with instinct.

Both of them are improving their kissing skills, maybe the progress is very small, and they are still stupid and unorganized, but it is enough, no one cares about who is jerky, they are all rookies but they are specially ironed in their hearts, and the feeling that the first kiss belongs to each other has a tacit magic.

Like the average young couple who has just fallen in love, once they gradually get married, it is like an addiction and always want to try. The more I tried, the problem came. Where else can you put your hand except holding it rigidly?

The more he kissed, the more emotional he became, his palm was always fixed in that place, and his clothes were crumpled by him.

Stop, stop...... It can only be stopped, it must be stopped.

The mouth was dry, but the lips of both of them were unusually rosy, he hugged her waist, she put her arms around his neck, her face was close to each other, and no one looked at anyone.

Zhou Jiyou was blindfolded, and in front of him was the high pillow side of the fabric sofa.

Shen Feibai's chin drooped, and under her eyes, there was a white flower exposed by the hem of her skirt accidentally sliding to the root of her leg during her rubbing.

The visual impact was too violent, he opened his eyes, stared at the wooden floor under the side edge of the coffee table, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Have you eaten the roasted eggplant?" ”

Zhou Jiyou leaned on his shoulder, slightly stunned, didn't use much strength, and his voice was very small: "I didn't do it in the kitchen." ”

He rolled the Adam's apple twice, trying to moisten his throat, but failed, "I'll do it." What else would you like to eat? ”

She stepped away from his shoulders and tilted her head to think, "If I say that I want to drink red bean and barley milk porridge more now, is it too late?" ”

She looked at him sternly, and he felt that his gaze was withdrawn from the wooden floor, successfully avoiding the area under him, and his expression was warm: "It's too late." ”

"Well, then I'll get up, and you can do it." She was about to close her feet, and her head was lowered inadvertently......

legs, her thighs are almost all exposed.

The heat crept up on both cheeks, and his forehead was hotter than when he kissed, and he jumped to the ground with his bare feet, straightened his skirt, and the hem of his skirt slid down and covered it.

She stood at his feet, looking out of the corner of her eye at him, and he was looking away unnaturally.

"What do you see?" She was ashamed and annoyed.

He pursed his lower lip slightly: "I didn't see anything." ”

He looked like nothing happened, but she jumped here on her feet, unhappy, very unhappy. She deliberately walked into his field of vision, leaned over slightly, and approached his black Yueyue's eyes, hooked his chin with her index finger, raised the tail of her eyes, and asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Shen Feibai's throat suddenly felt even drier, unable to speak, unable to say a word.

It's good-looking, it's good everywhere.

He froze for two seconds, grabbed her hand, got up and walked out from between the sofa and the coffee table, and steadied his voice: "I'm going to cook porridge." ”

It's just a moment, and the unhappiness in Zhou Jiyou's heart disappears. The corners of her mouth went up, and she looked back at him as he was about to escape into the kitchen door, and slowly folded her arms.

Unadulterated people.

The roasted eggplant was made before the red bean and barley milk porridge, and he put the fragrant roasted eggplant on the table with heat-insulated gloves and said, "Pad the mat first, and the porridge will boil for a while." ”

took the chopsticks he handed over, noticed that his eyes swept the back of her head, she raised her hand to touch it, touched the head of a chopstick, and her heart was clear, and she squinted at him: "You laugh at me." ”

Shen Feibai looked at her: "I didn't laugh at you." ”

She blocked him with words: "Then what do you see." ”

He didn't say anything, she sat on the chair and stared at him all the time, and he reminded him loudly: "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." ”

Zhou Jiyou held a pair of chopsticks in his left hand, the head of the chopsticks was against the table, he did not respond, and continued to stare at him motionless.

He was helpless: "I really didn't laugh at you." ”

She insisted on one point: "Then what do you see?" "I still read it when I gave her chopsticks.

His eyelashes twitched, he lowered his eyelids, the corners of his mouth pursed a slight arc of a suspicious smile, and he didn't speak.

Zhou Jiyou grabbed the evidence, and knocked his chopsticks on the table: "I still don't admit that you are laughing at me!" ”

"It's not." The arc enlarged a little, and he raised his eyes to look at her, "It's not that I'm laughing at you, but I think it's ...... Pretty. ”

In the middle of the meal, Zhou Jiyou's unguarded breathing was raised.

"You think I just got this hairstyle good?" She asked, seemingly nonchalantly.

"Hmm."

The corners of his lips hooked, and he looked at him faintly: "What about the legs, are the legs good-looking?" ”

“……”

The curvature narrowed little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it ...... Slightly frozen.

Zhou Jiyou suddenly felt comfortable again, raised his arm to pull out the chopsticks pinned to the back of his head, and re-tied his hair with the leather band on his wrist.

While tying it up, he said: "I washed my hair and didn't want to use a rubber band to make a mark, and my hair was old and loose when I cooked, so I took a chopstick to fix it temporarily." You're good enough to laugh at me. ”

The moment the chopsticks were pulled out, the long silky hair with a golden luster under the light spun out, at first like a blooming flower bone, and then like a flexible silk under gravity, Shen Fei's white and black eyes were drawn in an arc that lasted for a long time.

"No joke about you." He stared at her for a moment, "good-looking, good-looking hairstyle, ...... legs Also good-looking. ”

Zhou Jiyou's two arms were still raised behind his head, and he was stunned when he met his deep and hot eyes.

The brain is buzzing, and the chest is thumping. When he did say it, she lost the fun of teasing him, and it felt a little like she was having a fever.

He didn't tease her, but she teased herself.

Six of one and half a dozen of the other.