But as soon as the words came out, he was a little stuck.

How should he ask?

Ask her...... Did he make a fool of himself last night and do something big and rebellious?

Ask her...... Did she do anything to him?

Didn't she punch him in the face when he was confused, otherwise why did every time he woke up unconscious, the corner of his mouth looked like he had been bitten?

It hurts and its.

"What do you want to say?" Xu Youzhi leaned over slightly, the corners of her beautiful eyebrows were raised, her palms supported the edge of the bed, her slightly high ponytail was tied behind her head, her clear and beautiful pupils reflected the pale white light outside the window, and the bottom of the girl's eyes was jet black, and there was a snow-white point of light in the pupils that were as beautiful as the pool.

"Do I have anything to do with you?"

"Take a good look, is this your room?"

The playful look in her eyes was not disguised at all, Xu Youzhi squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was a little aggressive, at the age of her teens, although her facial features had not fully grown, she had been pampered for more than ten years, and her temperament was there.

He Zhili subconsciously leaned back.

The belated memory came flooding back, and he frowned and froze for two seconds.

"I ...... yesterday and took the initiative to come to you."

Xu Youzhi hooked his lips and smiled viciously, reached out and threw his coat over to cover his face: "Touch the dog's head, my sister will be responsible." ”

He Zhili: "......"

The venue of the Elite Cup is in Qingcheng, this city is still a little far away from Ningcheng, she booked a ticket to fly to Qingcheng in the afternoon on her mobile phone, it just so happened that the visit to the art museum only took a morning today, and at about one o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Youzhi was taken out by He Zhili to eat with them.

There are not many such extracurricular activities, and Fan Xiao said that they could only take the bus back to school at five o'clock, so in this spare three or four hours, Lin Yixian relied on the sensitive natural navigation and went to the light roast Handu barbecue restaurant on the fifth floor of the M+ shopping center on Hanjiang Road, and bought a few cups of milk tea on the way.

Rigor had a headache as soon as he drank milk tea, so he didn't dare to drink too much, shared a cup with Lin Yixian, and was occasionally forced to take a sip or two.

Lin Yixian: "Don't you plan to taste such a delicious thing?" ”

Rigor helped her carry a cute little bag, frowned, and refused lightly: "I will have a headache if I drink too much." ”

Lin Yixian directly put the straw on his lips: "You just drink a little bit, you don't want to drink such a delicious thing." ”

Rigorous: "......"

The young man is tall and has long legs, the only pity is that he is a little thin and weak, Lin Yixian has a big temperament, probably because he is used to drinking a cup of milk tea with Xu Youzhi, and she didn't wipe the straw before it came over.

He silently glanced at Lin Yixian, who had not yet reacted.

Obediently, he opened his mouth obediently and helplessly bit the straw that the other party had contained.

A symbolic sip.

There was a faint frustration between the young man's eyebrows and eyes, as well as his indulgence and affection for her, Lin Yixian was not high, so he lowered his long eyelashes slightly, leaned against his body, and matched her height, so that she would not have so much difficulty lifting milk tea.

Lin Yixian blinked his star eyes: "How is it, isn't it sweet?" Let me tell you, don't look at Xu Youzhi's cold appearance all day long, milk tea is her favorite, if anyone robs her of milk tea, she can fight hard with that person...... So, you must try milk tea. ”

But he could only taste it, but unfortunately he drank too much and had a headache.

Xu Youzhi and He Zhili each had a cup, holding the milk tea and walking leisurely, she occasionally had to taste the cup in He Zhili, but she drank most of the cup in one gulp.

The sound of the wind, the sale of the street storefront, the sound of the whistle, the sound of people.

But rigor didn't seem to hear anything.

His eyes were dark, and the tip of his soft tongue licked his dry lips.

Look at her.

The lip flap opened lightly, and the voice was suppressed: "...... Sweet. ”

It's not milk tea sweet.

It's you sweet.