Zhou Jiyou was taken aback: "I should say this, and you won't say it in advance when you come back." ”

Solid arms around her, pressed her against the back of the door, and kissed her lips.

She had just come back from outside, her cheeks were icy, and she was rubbed against his skin, like a little bit of heat by an all-natural heater.

"The person who brought you back is the cousin you said?"

His warm palm grabbed her cold hand and warmed her up.

She mentioned Zhou Qiyang to him before, and talked a little about her relationship with the so-called agency boss, which can be regarded as an explanation, his sullen appearance that day looked like he was eating.

However, last time to last time, now to now, his voice is still a little dull, and she can't help laughing: "I told you what the relationship between him and me is, what do you want." ”

couldn't help but pull his hand out of his palm, held his face, and shook it from side to side like a mischief, "Shen Feibai, why are you so funny." ”

Her hands hadn't warmed up yet, they were still a little cold, and touching his face was just enough to cool him down.

In the darkness, his eyes were dark and bright, and his hands were on the backs of her hands, clasping her so that she could no longer move. He grabbed her right hand, put the palm of her hand to his lips, kissed it with a little water, and then interlocked his fingers with her.

A little closer, kiss her again.

His lips and tongue intersected, and he kissed delicately and tenderly, and over time he could be regarded as having figured out his skills, licking and licking her gums like nothing, and gently brushing them like feathers.

Zhou Jiyou was rubbed by him for a while, her heart was itchy, she was very curious, the tips of her noses touched, smelling each other's breath, she opened her eyes and asked him with her eyes closed: "What are you thinking?" ”

She didn't believe he would be jealous.

After about a dozen seconds, he said, "I want to buy a car." ”

As soon as she spoke, a hot breath swept around her lips.

It was slightly itchy, and his hands were held by him, but he couldn't scratch them, so he could only relieve them by wrinkling his nose and puffing out his mouth.

She felt a little surprised and asked, "Why?" ”

His eyes were still closed, and she could see the blurred shadow of the bridge of his nose, and she could see the slight flutter of his eyelashes under his sockets.

Darkness is the best protective color, all emotions are not only hidden in the eyes, even the facial expressions can not be observed a trace of abnormal movements, only breathing, as if no matter what, it is impossible to control the stability.

After a few more moments without a word, he let go of one of her hands, stretched out his long arm, and easily touched the light switch, and the hallway instantly lit up.

He brushed the broken hair on her forehead, stepped back an inch, and looked at her: "Have you eaten?" ”

Zhou Jiyou said bluntly: "You are changing the subject. ”

He was a little helpless, and his words were vague: "No, my mind is hot and cranky." With my current economic conditions, I can neither afford nor raise it. ”

His expression was very calm, and his voice was also very calm, Zhou Jiyou wanted to say a word of encouragement to him, but felt that he didn't need a kind of empty comfort like "don't worry, don't be discouraged".

She changed her way, with a bit of justified arrogance: "Yes, you raise me first, let's talk about it, buying a car is not something to think about now." ”

Since then, Shen Feibai hasn't looked away for a long time.

Zhou Jiyou generously let him look at him, tilted his head, leaned back gently, and just pressed against the heavy door panel.

She raised her hand to pinch his chin, rubbing her thumb slightly, feeling a little bit of stubble about to emerge.

"Are you still leaving tonight?" She curled her lips nonchalantly, and her beautiful amber eyes shimmered in the light above her head, as dim as broken silver.

It seems to be a subtle hint, but the eyes are very straightforward.

Shen Feibai's palm slid into her collar, and two hard calluses slid on the side of her delicate and tender neck, and her eyes gradually deepened: "Do you want me to stay?" ”

If you can't prevent it, you will be kicked back. Zhou Jiyou took a deep breath, since that day to take a step forward, he can always inadvertently counterattack.

She couldn't help but have the illusion that every change he made seemed to be closely related to her. He is like a sponge, he is soft when she is hard, and he is softer than her when she is soft. She even felt that he could slowly figure out the most effective way to get along with her, and quietly pinched her seven inches at the right time.

For example, now, he did it on purpose, and he wanted to hear her say: Yes.

Think? I do.

She didn't want to admit it, but when she could see him on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the lonely corner of her heart was indeed filled with something at once, and it was no longer empty.

She leaned over to him, leaned back her neck, pressed her lips to his lips, and said in a fluttering tone: "I think, do you want to?" ”

When his lips were closed, he touched him lightly, and it was a little dry.

Shen Feibai stared into her eyes, as crisp as her: "Yes." ”

As soon as you bow your head, press your lips up.

Her dry lips were moistened a little, and she hooked the back of his neck, and stroked his stiff short hair with her palm, and laughed in her throat.

Shen Feibai left her lips, and his palm unconsciously slid to the back of her thin neck, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Zhou Jiyou relied on the force of his hands crossed around the back of his neck, gently hanging himself, his neck leaned back, his eyes stared at him leisurely, and the corners of his lips curled: "Laugh at you, push me to the door every time." ”

Shen Feibai was dumbfounded. It was just an unconscious move, which was deliberately emphasized by her, and he lowered his eyes slightly.

She leaned her head forward and pressed it to his ear: "I ate it on the plane." Now, I'm going to take a shower and I'll be ...... You pushed me to the bed and tried it? ”

She rolled her eyes inwards and caught a glimpse of his ears being a little red, and in fact, she was also a little hot.

She escaped between him and the door panel with a pretense of composure, her cheeks still burning slightly.

After taking a shower, she wiped her hair with a dry towel and passed by the living room to watch him sit on the sofa with the TV on.

He looked at her, she didn't speak, went straight back to the room, sat at the end of the bed, lowered her head, drooped her long hair, and rubbed it hard.

The TV in the living room was turned off, and footsteps could be heard at the door.

She didn't move, looking through the gap in her long hair, he walked over, took the towel from her hand, and stood aside.

She was wrapped in a lace-up pajamas, with a vacuum inside, a large V-neckline, and a slight leaning over, the two balls hanging with gravity, the furrows natural and deep.

Shen Fei's white eyes moved elsewhere, focusing only on the wet hair in his hands.

The washed hair is not able to distinguish the true color for a while, and it shimmers slightly under the illumination of the light.

Her hair is very good, and it is not permed or dyed, but it is like both perm and dyed, just like her pure natural pupil color, there is a morning self-study class in the first year of high school, everyone is reading in the morning, the Chinese teacher checks and recites, and when she is drawn, he stares at her eyes and asks: Are you wearing contact lenses? He frowned again at her hair: she had dyed it.

Before that, he had never thought deeply about why her hair color and eye color were not pure black.

She explained to the teacher in a bland and tasteless tone that she was a quarter of American, and he caught it in the noisy sound of the book, vaguely aware that the teacher's surprised admiration did not arouse her sympathy, and when she turned her face, a look of indifference flashed.

Thinking of this, Shen Feibai frowned invisibly, her American grandmother seemed to be living in the story of the older generation, audible and unsearchable.

"The hair dryer is in the second drawer on the left." Zhou Jiyou raised her hand and pointed at it, and then she sat down near the socket and waited for him to come over with a hair dryer.

In the hum of the hair dryer, the hair was blown and swayed.

She turned her back to him and felt slightly: "Shen Feibai, you also reject me once in a while." ”

Her murmuring tone was muffled by the wind.

Shen Feibai closed for the time being and asked, "What?" ”

She turned her head and looked at him seriously: "You can do whatever I tell you to do, do you know that you will be bullied if you are too easy to be called." ”

He was stunned, and he chuckled: "You mean being bullied by you?" ”

His look of furrowing his eyebrows made her heart feel slightly upset, and she turned her head back and recalled with her chin on her hand: "It seems that I am bullying you." ”

It seems to be introspective, like a sigh, like a breeze blowing into Shen Fei's thin eardrum.

"It's not."

Her hair was almost dry, and instead of pressing the hair dryer switch again, he slowly rolled up the power cord and set it on the nearest table.

Zhou Jiyou was stunned for a while, his chin left the back of his crooked fingers, turned back, and teased him disapprovingly: "Do you still have time to bully me?" ”

He stood upright behind her, a dark glow reflected in the depths of his dark eyes, and she couldn't tell if it was the light.

He took a half-step forward, clinging to her back, one hand sliding down her shoulder socket against his skin, inch by inch.

She sat there tingling from head to toe.

Finding the undulating position, wrapping and kneading his palm, he leaned over and touched the side of her face, "I'm bullying you." ”

“……”

Zhou Jiyou's cheek pressed against him, and he put his arms around his neck with his backhand, closing his eyes slightly.

The time was so quiet that her heart was so confused that she could barely pick up her thoughts, and she wanted to laugh, but she held back abruptly when the laughter just overflowed her throat, because ...... It's no longer a laugh, it's more like a low groan.

She got up from the pouch, twisted her body, and hugged him head-on.

His hand was still inside, and she raised her head to kiss him.

Everything that followed happened unobtrusively.

She was stunned when he pulled something out of the outer pocket of his trousers; Seeing him meticulously unpacking, he finally couldn't help laughing, poked his hard chest with his index finger, and said, "Shen Feibai, you have already planned to sleep here tonight." ”

"Hmm." was exposed, and there was no change in his expression.

The night was very quiet, except for each other's heavier and heavier breathing.

They are like two novices in driving school, they don't need to study the local structure of the car too much for the time being, they just need to firmly grasp the steering wheel, don't step on the brakes sharply, and control the speed with relaxation.

Zhou Jiyou stroked his broad back with one hand, and stroked the back of his neck with the other, and his body floated up and down with the collision.

Her eyes were scattered, but she stubbornly opened her eyes to meet his.

She didn't know what she was looking at, but this feeling of looking at each other in infinite physical contact made her sink like a pebble into the deep sea, little by little, willingly, and sank...... It is as if once you reach the bottom of the sea, it is a different sight like no other.

Shen Feibai returned to Taiwan early the next morning to broadcast the news, and after Zhou Jiyou got up, he saw a post-it note on the kitchen refrigerator door.

【There is porridge in the pot.】 】

Handwriting that is similar to your own. She took it off and looked down at it, a little weird, but also a little sweet.

Shen Feibai, Shen Fei......

She repeated these two names in her heart, and if she knew that one day she would be happy because of him, she thought that she must be a little nicer and better to him from the day she met him at the age of fourteen.

***

Shen Feibai walked out of the studio after the live broadcast and made a call to Jiangshan, who was still on vacation, to ask if he was at home.

Jiang Shanle said leisurely: "What are you doing? Come to my door to greet me? ”

"yes. Are you always welcome? ”

"Welcome, someone on the pole to give me a gift, of course welcome." Jiang Shan's voice changed, "But it's a pity, I'm in Hainan now, and no one will accept gifts or entertain you when you go to my house." ”

Shen Feibai raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's a pity." ”

Jiang Shan reminded him: "I'm not here, but Lao Lei is here." Don't forget to give him a good New Year's greeting, no matter how you say it, it's also your other big uncle. ”

Shen Feibai nodded: "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten." ”

At this time, Jiang Shan began to pick bones in the eggs again: "You stinky boy, you still know how to secretly open the bow left and right and stabilize it together." ”

Shen Feibai said: "Don't worry, I will definitely have a bowl of water." ”

"Hey, I have to thank you?"

"You don't have to be polite to me."

Jiang Shan was so angry that he laughed: "Xiaobai, you kid is holding back." ”

Shen Feibai raised the corners of his mouth lightly, and also lowered his voice and laughed.

She also said that he was holding back.