Standing at the door of the parking lot, An Xiao stared helplessly at Yang Muchuan sitting on a motorcycle, as if he was very unhappy, and as if nothing had happened, it was really awkward. An Xiao thought about it, and didn't want to say that he was too naïve, so he walked up and asked him what was going on.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Not happy? Standing in front of him, An Xiao asked cautiously. Even when sitting on a motorcycle, his height is still a little taller than himself.

Although he is nominally his younger brother and younger than himself, An Xiao just feels shy. Maybe I subconsciously see him as an adult.

"No, why did you run out?" Yang Muchuan said without being salty or light, tepid, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Are you seeing me now? Is the person you hugged just now a ghost? An Xiao was speechless.

"Come here." Yang Muchuan saw the corners of An Xiao's mouth twitch helplessly, knowing that his emotions had affected her, he would accept it when he saw it, after all, the relationship between the two people was not strong enough, and he couldn't be anxious, otherwise it would only be bad.

"Hmm." An Xiao glanced up at him, lowered her head, and walked in front of him shyly, clasped her hands in front of her, lowered her head, and the hair that was scattered over her shoulders naturally pulled forward, covering most of her face.

Yang Muchuan stared at her long eyelashes, reached out and grabbed her arm to bring her closer to him, faintly feeling An Xiao's rejection of his touch, but Yang Muchuan just saw this as a manifestation of her shyness and didn't think too much.

"What?" Until the whole person was trapped in his arms, his legs were close to the sides of An Xiao's waist, and his hands were clenched by him, An Xiao had to raise his head to meet his direct gaze.

Through his eyes, An Xiao saw his own shadow, nervous and shy.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you say?" Yang Muchuan rolled his eyes and said urgently, "Close your eyes." ”

"Oh." As she spoke, An Xiao closed her eyes nervously, and her eyelashes blinked, revealing the tension in her heart.

Slowly, Yang Muchuan lowered his head and moved closer to An Xiao, the hand that had imprisoned her two arms unconsciously moved to the back of her hand, and the gentle big palm was close to the back of her hand.

Immediately after, a gentle kiss was imprinted on An Xiao's lips. An Xiao was forced to bear his kiss from the initial rejection because he was imprisoned in his arms, from shallow to deep, from slow to urgent, An Xiao tried to relax, then slightly opened his lips and took his lips, as if he was promised, Yang Muchuan quickly slid his tongue into her cherry lips.

Feeling his tongue sliding in his mouth, An Xiao unconsciously let out a **, his cheeks were slightly red, and his left atrium fluttered and jumped.

Yang Muchuan tightened the person in his arms like honey, his body involuntarily approached, and his fiery chest was pressed against An Xiao's warm softness, and with the slight contact of the body, the bodies of the two people gradually became hot.

Just when the whole world was still in the dust, An Xiaoyu hesitated and pushed Yang Muchuan away, not shy, not emotional, just because it felt wrong.

I remember reading a sentence that kissing someone you like is a wonderful thing, and it is not enough to describe the feeling between you, and you can't wait to include each other in your body.

But I obviously like him, at least I don't reject him, don't I? But why does it just feel wrong? Why kissing him all feels like torture.

Although it felt terrible, An Xiao didn't say it, just lowered his head shyly, wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, and said glutinously: "I hate it!" ”

"Hey, hey." Yang Muchuan smiled softly, and gently touched An Xiao's head with his big hand, his eyes full of doting.

Although he pushed away his kiss, the whole person was still trapped in his arms, and An Xiao still lowered his head shyly, not daring to look at the man who had been in close contact with him just now.

Yang Muchuan hugged An Xiao for a while before letting her go, as if he couldn't bear the warmth in his arms, and the corners of his lips gently brushed her pink cheeks when they parted, causing An Xiao's whole body to be numb.

The first time such an intimate contact, although the two people were not very pleasant when they kissed, because of the subtle touch of the body, at the age when they were hazy and curious and sensitive to the body of the opposite sex in adolescence, it still made the relationship between the two people go further.

In the evening, An's mother said that she wanted to go to her grandmother's house, so she let herself take Uncle Li's hitchhike home. For a long time, in An Xiao's eyes, An's mother is the most filial one among her aunts, maybe An's mother is a little straight and a little choking in her speech, but her heart is absolutely good, especially for herself and her family.

Looking at the back of An's mother leaving, An Xiao's heart felt a little desolate, and hurriedly finished the work at hand, An Xiao looked for Uncle Li in the crowd, wanting to ask him to give him a ride. Unexpectedly, Yang Muchuan stopped beside him on a motorcycle, he supported the ground with one leg, and the other leg was still pedaling on the locomotive, and said to himself with a smile: "Come on, I'll send you home." ”

An Xiao's heart warmed, nodded, and said, "Okay." ”

Is it important to be the person you really love? Doesn't it mean that the person you marry in the end is not necessarily the one you love the most? Love or not love is so important, love yourself, spoil yourself and understand yourself is the most important thing, isn't it? When people live in the world, how can there be so many things that go well.

I think I have liked so many people, but who one is the one I really love? Most of them are just playful and impulsive. One thought becomes a demon, and one thought becomes a Buddha.

An Xiao didn't hesitate, he got into his car generously, and under the gaze of several elders, with him starting the engine, the two of them walked away.

Due to the gaze of others, coupled with the fact that he was already shy, An Xiao didn't dare to reach out and hug his waist, but simply grabbed the armrest of the tailgate of the motorcycle politely, as if sensing An Xiao's caution, Yang Muchuan turned around unhappily and said: "Hold my waist, I'm going to step on the accelerator." ”

"Huh? Oh. An Xiao obediently stretched out his hands and hugged his waist.

Feeling An Xiao hugging his waist, Yang Muchuan smiled slightly and concentrated on the road.

The weather was gray along the way, and there were few shadows of people on the side of the road, An Xiao hugged Yang Muchuan tightly, but his eyes kept staring at the road ahead, afraid that this guy would carry him into the ditch.

Soon, the motorcycle entered An Xiao's village, and Yang Muchuan was afraid that An Xiao would be under psychological pressure, so he parked the car on the road at the entrance of the village and let An Xiao walk back by himself.

An Xiao nodded and got out of the car, and said to Yang Muchuan: "Ride slowly when you go back!" ”

Yang Muchuan nodded, responded, and said: "Go back quickly, remember to send me a message when you get home, okay, I'm leaving, you go back quickly!" ”

"Hmm."

Then, the two men waved their hands and left in their respective directions.

Yang Muchuan is very happy, the relationship with An Xiao has become closer and closer recently, and the two of them are no longer taboo to be seen by the elders, and even more, An Xiao helps Aunt Yang clean up and wash dishes whenever she is free, and completely regards Aunt Yang's work as an internal matter.

Aunt Yang praised An Xiao when she saw her, and often told her son how good An Xiao was and how sensible she was. It's a pity that Ann's mother was kept in the dark. It's not like being kept in the dark, An's mother has heard about it for a long time, plus the surname Yang has a good relationship with herself, and she often chatters in her ear, and An's mother almost understands it, but she hasn't heard anything from An Xiao's mouth, so she doesn't take it seriously.

She knows what her daughter's personality is.

If she was serious, she would have made it clear to herself, since she didn't want to say it, there would be nothing.

Unexpectedly, Gao Hao asked An Xiao if he still liked him, and An Xiao knew when he saw the message he sent that his infatuation still didn't impress Liu Siyu after all, but he didn't know what reason Liu Siyu used to reject him, or just wanted to maintain a ** relationship with him.

Just want to be friends? Or do you just want to learn?

Every time I see Liu Siyu's spatial dynamics, I feel that her life is full of flavor and charm, and I want to not only dump Gao Hao in my own class, but also a boy in the next class. Listening to her, it seems that her hair is small, but no one expected that her hair is small and will confess to herself during high school.

People have their own way, maybe those short-sighted boys like nothing more than her good skin, and now that their skin is good, their envy for her is gone.

Gao Hao can ask himself like this, he should want to be with himself, but it's too late, isn't it? You are no longer the boy who makes my heart pound, and I am no longer the shy and easily satisfied little girl, and I am not a substitute for anyone. So, we missed it after all.

If you miss it, it's a lifetime.

Putting aside the hazy liking of the past, I find that you are becoming more and more inconsistent with my aesthetic tastes, it seems that you have forgotten, or I should change, I hate all the fat boys. Maybe you're not too fat, but at least you're too strong.

I used to like you so much, you only have that girl named Liu Siyu in your heart, after she hurt you, you still couldn't see my existence, turned around and threw yourself into the arms of other girls, just because, their skins are better than mine.

But now, when you finally remember me, haven't you thought I'm no longer there?

You were the one who pushed me away, remember, never forget.

"I've got a boyfriend, I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's fine."

"Hmm."

Perhaps, this is the safe distance between us.