Sheng Jiuran is a man of action!

Whatever you think in your heart, your body will do.

Jiang Yue suddenly closed his eyes while he didn't know why, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

Sheng Jiuran slowly approached, and her rosy lips approached Jiang Yue's somewhat pale cheeks.

"You...."

At this moment, Jiang Yu suddenly opened his eyes without warning, and then his face turned slightly.

Sheng Jiuran, who couldn't stop the car a little, touched the corner of his lips like this, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Groove !!

It's a lot of money!!

Sheng Jiuran couldn't help but lick his lips, reminisced about it, and then his face was not red and his heart was not beating, like a little rascal, and he smiled evilly, "Yuyu, you taste so good~"

"You ....."

Jiang Yu, who was stolen and teased, deepened the blush on his face, adding a lively ruddy to his usually pale complexion.

"Sit down, serve the wine."

His voice was clear and hoarse, and there was a faint coolness to listen to it.

Every time she directly called her full name, like now, when she was not serious about flirting with him.

"Okay."

Just like every time, Sheng Jiuran is obediently obedient, and then next time he will continue to commit the false obedience and rebellion again.

She picked up the taro paste and milk tea for Jiang Yu and helped him insert the straw.

The young man, who had no idea that the boiling dark fire was dancing in his light brown eyes, was clasping his hands vigorously.

A look of restraint.

It's like there's a demon in your heart, and you have to suppress it so that you don't do something irreparable.

"The provincial competition of the Suili Cup will start next week, and the literary competition will also start in a few more weeks."

Sheng Jiuran inhaled the boo in the milk tea, half next to Jiang Yu, and smelled the fragrance of begonia flowers on his body.

She held her cheeks, a little dazed, and a little distressed, "Everyone has been playing a lot recently, but compared to the Miss them who are going to participate in the Suili Cup next week, I really envy them when I see their confident faces, I can't win, I actually don't have any ..... in my heart."

On weekdays, she walks horizontally and vertically, has no heart and lungs, and wantonly does not know the height of the sky, but the lady shows her helpless and weak side in front of others.

She sighed a little dejectedly, "Actually, I was able to advance to that literary competition, I really didn't expect that I could enter the next round, I was happy to be happy, but I was afraid that I was just a crane tail, so I was determined to participate and write about loneliness." ”

“......”

Jiang Yu had been listening to her, and those extreme forbearances just now slowly disappeared as Sheng Jiuran complained to him.

He looked down at the bento in front of him, although the girl couldn't even cook a poached egg so far.

But from the first time I only prepared a bento according to my favorite tone, to now I am ready to find out his taste.

And every now and then he will be fed something new that he has never tried before.

These are all things she cares about his injections little by little.

"You're very well written."

Jiang Yu suddenly spoke, his expression was serious, and his cheeks and ears were flushed, looking a little funny.

If it was a normal change, Sheng Jiuran would have already smiled.

But she only looked up at him, her eyes were bright, and she was ignorant like a small animal, "Really? Yuyu, have you read what I wrote? ”

"Yes."

More than once, more than one, back and forth many, many times.

Before they met again, he just took all the things she had written and came to see things and people.