Sleepless nights.

In the early morning, the sun shines lightly, gently illuminating the dormitory through the light veil.

Xu Youzhi sat on the edge of the bed, looked up and yawned.

At 6:30, the mobile phone charged at the bedside broke the silence.

Lin Yixian rubbed his eyes and rubbed for most of the day before he opened his eyes.

Xu Youzhi's palm supported the bed rail, his arm flipped over, and he turned down directly from the top bunk, and the eyelids were light cyan and faint.

She pulled Lin Yixian's quilt and whispered to someone to get up: "It's six forty, and the dormitory manager will lock the door of the dormitory building in ten minutes." ”

November can be called the activity month of Yangcheng's second job, the school sports meeting, the art group sketching, the sophomore year of high school for three days of social practice, plus the skills week, it is probably the most relaxing month.

When Xu Youzhi dragged Lin Yixian to class, most of the people in the class arrived, and several people gathered around each other to learn from each other's math homework, tilting their heads and chattering.

"Get up, let Jean."

He Zhili probably didn't sleep well last night, his slender figure was lying in front of the table, the cuffs of his school uniform had faded to his elbows, revealing his white and beautiful forearm lines, and half of his face was buried in the crook of his arm.

The wrists are clean and clean, without any accessories.

Xu Youzhi frowned, looking at this guy's fluffy little head, and for no reason a feeling of awkward annoyance rose.

The knuckles are slightly bent and the table top is lightly tapped.

The complexion is not very good-looking.

The young man raised his eyes slightly, his brows were slightly twisted, and his voice was a little dry and hoarse.

Then he turned sideways and reluctantly made a narrow aisle for her.

"Got dynamite early in the morning?"

He Zhili didn't sleep well last night, and his palms always seemed to have a kind of itch that was scratched.

In the first half of the night, he could still close his eyes in a daze, but in the second half of the night, broken dreams followed.

The wind rises, and the clouds surge.

Deep, as deep as the bottom of the sea, a flash of light appeared.

She was snow-white and ethereal, cloud-like mist, suddenly looked back, and calmly landed in the world.

The other party is thin and slender, and the contours of the side face are delicate and beautiful.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were low, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at the clean and cold fairy with a light tiptoe, a slight lift in his black hair, and a light touch on his toes, which slowly fell in front of him.

The color of the pupils is pure, clear and clear, reflecting the deep and quiet sky, and him.

This is the first encounter.

She was born in the clouds, standing in the sky, cold and clean, with the world at the bottom of her eyes.

The swallow shadow is sparse, holding the cup and drinking it remotely.

It's gentleness.

One is dressed in white, and one side is soft.

The cold fairy groaned.

His jet-black hair was messy behind him, and his eyes were red.

Ten finger light buckle.

The snow-white shell teeth are lightly closed, and the breathing is unsteady and slightly hot.

The young man's hot breath was sprayed, and the fingertips of the fairy were pinched and white.

Smooth and beautiful shoulder line, tooth marks reddish.

The force is gentle, the white and delicate chin of the fairy is slightly raised, and the reddened pupils are slightly narrowed.

Clouds and mist blow through the verdant mountains.

This is broken.

Then the picture turned, and the fairy was holding the sword with her slender fingertips, her snow-white clothes were dyed red, her eyebrows were indifferent, and she protected him behind her without saying a word.

This time, she stood on the opposite side of the world.

The bright red dripping of the fingertips dipped into the small clean puddle, and thousands of ripples rose lightly in the heart.

She opened her lips and whispered.

"I'm here."

The moment of sinking is eternal, the world is clear, and there is no more hustle and bustle.

This is the end.

"He Zhili, I will always favor you unconditionally."

In and out of the dream, the clear and slightly cold voice calmly overlapped.

He Zhili opened his eyes suddenly, and his voice tightened.

Realizing what kind of dream he had just had, the boy was stunned, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The slender fingertips half-cover the face.

He cursed in a low voice, the tips of his ears hot.

Is the frequency of Xu Youzhi's recent appearance in his dreams too high?

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