Song Chu made a mistake at the beginning of the year, didn't dare to choke, and replied obediently: "I know." ”

With such a good attitude of admitting mistakes, Song Yanheng didn't say anything more, handed over the lamp to Song Chu, and walked out of the peach forest with Song Chu in his arms.

Back in Song Chu's room, Song Yanheng put her on the sofa and found ice cubes for Song Chu.

Song Chuchu leaned back on the soft sofa, resting one foot on Song Yanheng's lap, and suddenly laughed when he saw Song Yanheng bowing his head and giving her a serious ice compress.

The room was originally silent, but her smile was exceptionally clear.

Song Yanheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "I didn't find that your heart is quite big, what are you laughing at, tell me about it." The action of massaging Song Chu on his hand did not stop.

Song didn't say it at the beginning of the year, she did it directly. Song Chuchu reached out and touched Song Yanheng's head, as if stroking her little green feathers, touched Song Yanheng's hair twice, withdrew his hand and smiled happily.

Song Yanheng lowered his head, and the bright light shone on his hair, soft and soft, so that Song Chu couldn't help but want to feel the touch.

Song Yanheng didn't expect Song Chu to make such a move, and his hand shook the ice pack and touched Song Chu's feet. Song Chu shuddered in pain and called him: "Song Yanheng, look at it!" ”

"Yes," Song Yanheng grinded out two words hatefully, and handed the ice pack to Song Chuchu, "You put it on yourself first." ”

Song Chunian was anxious: "Why are you going, are you angry?" "The clean little face is as innocent as a child.

"What's so angry," Song Yanheng smiled, "I'll go put bath water for you." ”

What is this called, self-inflicted humiliation? It doesn't seem to be, anyway, Song Chu was embarrassed to speak, bowed his head and pretended to give himself an ice massage seriously, without looking at Song Yanheng.

Song Yanheng smiled lightly, and he didn't tease Song Chu, so he went to the bathroom to help Song Chuchu waterproof.

Song Chuchu crossed one foot, suddenly thought of something, and said to Song Yanheng: "You take my gift to the bathroom, and I'll open it when I take a bath later." ”

Song Yanheng obediently put a large number of gifts he received today on the table in the bathroom, and the table was full of flowers. I was happiest when I opened a gift or something. Song Chu forgot about the pain, closed the door with a smile, and closed Song Yanheng outside.

"I'm going to take a bath." In fact, the big money fan secretly rubbed and looked at the pile of gifts with an enthusiastic face.

The things that boys give are watches, jewelry, these common gifts. Among the girls, Yan Qian gave candy sealed in a glass bottle. Sang Yu gave a Chanel latest lipstick, and the dark red color is very enchanting.

Jiang Yunfei sent a particularly heart-warming set, which is a set of small dolls in the early Song Dynasty. The four small expressions of joy, anger, sadness, and happiness are so soft and cute that Song Chu couldn't help but want to kiss them.

What made Song Chu speechless the most was Zhou Xiyu's gift. One set of underwear, one set of lace translucent underwear.

At the beginning of Song Chu, two white and tender fingers were holding the water-red underwear, and they couldn't wait to throw it on Zhou Xiyu's head.

There was a knock outside the door, and Song Yanheng's outline was printed on the frosted glass door, and his voice was exceptionally quiet: "At the beginning of the year, don't soak in it for too long." ”

Song Chuchu was carrying unhealthy objects, when he suddenly heard Song Yanheng's voice, his hand shook, and the water-red underwear fell into the pool.

"It's over." Song Chu couldn't help but cover his face. The clothes are wet, it is impossible to re-stuff them in the box, if Song Yanheng comes in and sees it later, do you still want this face of Miss Song?

Song Chu cut a grapefruit and waited for Song Chu to come out to eat it. As a result, as soon as Miss Song came out, she went straight to the bedroom. Although it is limping, it moves extremely quickly.

With Song Yanheng's intuition, he could see at a glance what Miss Song was doing.

"At the beginning of the year," Song Yanheng stopped someone without being salty, and his tone rose imperceptibly, "What are you holding in your arms?" ”

"Nothing." Song Nianchu was weak and panicked, so he limped hard and walked to the bedroom, bent on finding a shelter.

Unexpectedly, the back of her neck tightened, Song Yanheng firmly grabbed the collar of her yukata, and still said without saltiness: "Take it out and let me see." ”

Song Chu stubbornly protected the things in his arms, resolutely raised his head, and looked like a strong man: "No." ”

Song Yanheng was a little puzzled, why did he go into the bathroom, and there was an unsightly thing at the beginning of the Song Dynasty? After thinking about it, Song Yanheng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Your relatives are here?" ”

"Song Yanheng, you are so annoying, can you stop asking, when did you gossip so much." Song Chu, who was forced to be anxious, simply played his temper.

Song Yanheng let go of his hand and let Song Chu go: "Then I won't ask, you can go in." When he said this, Song Yanheng's face was calm and harmless.

At the beginning of Song Chu, he didn't feel anything different, and he was happy and ready to slip away. Song Yanheng suddenly raised his voice: "At the beginning of the year, you had a bug on your sleeve. ”

Song Chu's frightened hand loosened, and he pulled his sleeve to look. The snow-white bathrobe is not stained with a trace of dust, where do the bugs come from? Song Chu looked back in a daze and asked, "Where is it, why didn't I see it?" "I haven't figured it out yet.

Song Yanheng stared at the red underwear that fell from Song Chu's hand, and the smile gradually faded on his face.

Only then did Song Chu realize that he had been fooled.

"That, this is not mine, it was given to me by Xi Yu." The beginning of the Song Dynasty was hesitant to explain.

Song Yanheng bent down, picked up the set of small water red, pinched them with two fingers and dangled them in front of Song Chu's eyes, and had the idea of wanting to make Song classmates ashamed to death: "Isn't it yours that Xiyu gave you?" ”

His deep voice was a little provocative and ambiguous.

"Nonsense!" Song Chu straightened his waist, and he was bound to usher in a bit of momentum for himself in the debate. Song Chu's big eyes looked at Song Yanheng without flinching, "I can't care what Xi Yu gives me." Besides, I never use these things. ”

"You didn't use it before, because you didn't. But isn't it different now? ”

"!" Song Chu was anxious, and all the swear words came out. She knocked out the little water red that was swaying in Song Yanheng's hand, and asked loudly, "Song Yanheng, I don't need these things to seduce you!" ”

"At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, you were quite confident, but," Song Yanheng's expression suddenly became ambiguous. He walked to Song Chuchu's side step by step, lowered his head in her ear, and said in a low voice, "You're right, at some point, you don't need these things, and I will also have the urge to press you to the bed, such as ・・・・・・"

Song Yanheng's gaze looked down at Song Chu's slender porcelain-white neck, and under the loosely covered bathrobe, the snow-white ravines loomed, slowly igniting a charming mood under the pure white light.