In the Tao family in the evening, after dinner, An Yi naturally went back to the room with the ceramics to rest.

However, as soon as he entered and entered the boudoir of the ceramics, he knew that it was impossible for him to sleep with the ceramics.

The floor has been laid out in the room, and in terms of comfort, it is not much different from the couch.

If An Yi insists on sleeping on the couch, he can only sleep on the floor.

"Ceramics, I want to know what happened to Lu Dao last time we collapsed and slept together?" An Yi's heart moved, and said.

I remember the last time I went to bed, I was fine, but when I woke up, I found that it had collapsed.

You don't have to think about it to know that you were kicked down by the ceramic.

"You still say?"

It's okay not to say it's comfortable, but when you talk about ceramics, it's a palm.

Looking at the momentum, if An Yi doesn't hide, this palm is about to be cut on An Yi's arm.

An Yi did not hide, but changed from palm to fist.

How can smart ceramics be fooled?

If she slashed this palm on An Yi's arm, An Yi might not hurt, but her palm would suffer.

Therefore, when he was about to cut to An Yi's arm, Ceramics withdrew his palm in time.

"In short, I warn you, if your hand is left untouched, be careful that I chop it off." After admonishing Anyi, Ceramics got up and walked into the bathroom.

Hand?

An Yi suddenly thought of a picture.

At his home in Qiantang, he once stretched out his hand to Wu Yurou's Hun mouth.

It's so immortal, it's clear that I've woken up. He also subconsciously pinched Wu Yurou's mouth again.

It's not the same with ceramics, right?

It is estimated that this is very likely to be the case, otherwise, why would ceramics be so defensive of themselves.

But. He didn't have this habit before.

Could it be that I am really in a hurry?

After Ceramics entered the bathroom, An Yi was also ready to take a bath and sleep.

Without waiting for Ceramics to come out of the bathroom, An Yi ran downstairs to the common bathroom.

Half an hour later, when An Yi came back, he found Ceramics in a pajama lying on the couch, his eyes staring at the laptop screen, and his two little feet swaying.

The long hair that had been dried was draped over the shoulders, and the better figure was stretched. The ceramics at night are indescribably moving.

"Hey, what are you standing there looking at?" Turning his head to look at An Yi staring at himself in a daze, Ceramics said unhappily.

I thought she was very attractive just now. What the hell was I thinking?

smiled bitterly, and lay down comfortably beside the ceramic.

At this time, the distance between the two is definitely no more than a centimeter. Ceramics frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

"What are you looking at?" An Yi asked.

"Wai Bo." The porcelain child did not raise his head. "There's a girl who left a message in your blog."

Doesn't seem strange, does it?

But. Since it's ceramics that said. An Yi still glanced at it.

Different from the ordinary cheering of fans, this is a long message.

"Brother An Yi, hello, I am your super fan, and at the same time, I am also a senior in high school. We are about to graduate in half a year, and in the past, I was always eager to graduate, to enter the university as soon as possible. Because everyone says that high school is the hell of your student days. College is a paradise for students. However, I don't know what the road is. When I think of the friends who are about to separate, when I think of those lovely smiling faces, and when I think of the teachers who don't know if I will see each other again, my heart is always sour. I would like to ask you to compose a song about the graduation season, which belongs to the imprint of our era. At the end of the day, with the final exams just around the corner, I'm afraid I don't have time to pay attention to the All-Star Rookie Game. Here, I wish Brother An Yi can beat the crowd in the All-Star Rookie Game and win the championship of this year's Rookie Game. ”

Maybe it was the girl's words that caused the reverie of the students, and there are a lot of posts under this message, most of which are hoping that An Yi can create a song about the graduation season.

"Okay, you'll hear this song soon."

After thinking about it, Anyi @ the girl who left the message.

"You should have had this intention before this, right?" Ceramics scoffed. "You seem to be very good at this method of winning the favor of girls?"

Belch...... An Yi didn't expect Ceramics to squeeze him so much.

In fact, during this rookie game, An Yi didn't have this kind of thought.

But it doesn't seem bad for Ceramics to say that, after all, his songs are all carried.

"You don't know that I'm a scumbag in my studies, what is there to be nostalgic for me in school?"

"Could it be that you're still a cold-blooded animal?" Ceramics said with disdain. "It's terrible that I'm staying with someone like that."

"......" An Yi was depressed, and he didn't know what Lu Dao said.

Since I promised the fans, procrastination is not a comfortable style.

I wanted to recreate a certain song in the bedroom, but when I saw the sleeping ceramic, An Yi walked out of the bedroom and turned off the light by the way.

When I came to the study, I hummed the song again, and the melody became clearer and clearer.

While he was still sleepy, An Yi wrote all the lyrics and songs into a word document, and proofread them again after writing. After making sure that there was no problem with the lyrics and songs, I logged in to my mailbox, and after the title was marked with an urgent email, I sent it to the special mailbox of the TCR Ryukyu Branch.

After the email was sent, An Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, he just had to wait for the accompaniment tape to reach him in peace. If it is sent to the TCR Shencheng headquarters, the time is a little rushed, so the accompaniment tape created will be greatly reduced in effect.

Back in the room, afraid of waking up the ceramics, An Yi did not turn on the chandelier, but turned on the wall lamp.

At this time, the ceramics were lying flat on the couch, and compared with the daytime, the ceramics at night were less arrogant and quieter.

Such ceramics are still a little new for Anyi.

Unconsciously, An Yi has come to the edge of the ceramic collapse.

Looking at the ceramics who were sleeping deeply, the ghost made the gods errone, and an idea came to an easy place.

What if you kiss her at this time?

Sometimes it's hard to suppress an idea once it pops up.

If it were to others, Comfort might be able to hold back. But in the face of ceramics, this idea can't be controlled.

Leaned over and lowered his head, looked at the delicate lips of the ceramic, and kissed comfortably without a trace of hesitation.

Syllable.

Four lips, slightly touching together.

Although it was not the first time to kiss Ceramic, for An Yi, Ceramic'er's lips seemed to have a magical power, which made him can't help but immerse himself in it.

The originally fair face turned slightly red, and Ceramic'er's steady breathing began to become disordered.

Not good!

This thought flashed through his mind, and the palm of the ceramic was already drawn towards An Yi's face. (To be continued......)