Song Ziyan pulled Luo Yue's hand off his shoulder: "Isn't there a little atmosphere?" ”

Luo Yue helplessly held her forehead: "If you go directly, no one will see it, and there are no night guard guards." ”

Song Ziyan nodded in agreement: "It makes sense, I'm leaving." ”

The eagerness between Luo Yue's eyebrows and eyes was even worse than that of Song Ziyan.

It's really that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry!

Luo Yue watched the back of Song Ziyan to go to the appointment, and the aunt's smile on her face gradually became obvious.

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Song Ziyan jumped to the garden, and when she could see Qi Moyue sitting on the stone bench waiting for her more clearly, she unconsciously stopped again.

Song Ziyan pinched up his phone and looked at the time: 1:47 in the morning.

The softest part of my heart seems to have been gently swept by something.

Song Ziyan, who wanted the tiger to pounce on a bear hug, slowed down his steps and walked over slowly.

Qi Moyue, who had already noticed that Song Ziyan was behind him, continued to play with his fair and slender fingers, and he wanted to see what earth-shattering things the little rascal would do.

Unexpectedly, the little rascal's footsteps slowly lightened, and when he felt it again, a pair of hands had already wrapped around his neck.

Qi Moyue reached out and grabbed Song Ziyan's hands around his neck, pinched them gently, and said softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Ziyan didn't speak, and hugged his hands tighter.

Qi Moyue's hand gently played with Song Ziyan's distinct fingers, and with a rhetorical tone, he said "um" softly.

Song Ziyan's tone unconsciously became soft and said, "Momo, how long have you been waiting for me?" ”

"Soon."

Qi Moyue, who was hugged, tilted his head slightly: "I'll be there after class." ”

After Song Ziyan heard this, he couldn't help but hug Qi Moyue a little tighter.

It's ten o'clock after class.

From ten o'clock to now, for more than three hours, has Silly Momo been waiting for her here?

Song Ziyan's thin lips opened lightly, and he hugged Qi Moyue tightly: "Momo, you are so good." ”

Qi Moyue, who was hugged too tightly, finally couldn't help it, and hurriedly pulled Song Ziyan's hand pick down.

The little rascal is really ruthless, if he doesn't help her loosen her hand, he may be strangled to death.

Song Ziyan was confused by Qi Moyue's inexplicable operation, scratched his head and asked, "Momo, what's wrong?" ”

Qi Moyue stretched out his hand to smooth out Song Ziyan's hair, which he had just scratched, and smiled: "Maybe it's the desire to survive." ”

"Desire to survive? What desire to survive? ”

Song Ziyan took Qi Moyue's hand off his head: "Is it strange knowledge that I don't know again?" ”

It seems that Yueyue's course in the love master Nancheng Branch No. 1 is not very good.

"It's not."

Qi Moyue pinched Song Ziyan's face: "It's just that if you use a little more effort, I may die here." ”

"Ahh

Song Ziyan was shocked.

Song Ziyan scratched his head embarrassedly and asked, "Do I have that much strength?" ”

Qi Moyue helped Song Ziyan smooth out her messy hair again: "It's okay, it's a small problem." ”

Song Ziyan patted his small chest: "That's good, what if you hang up with me." ”

"What does the little rascal think day by day?"

Qi Moyue gently knocked Song Ziyan's head.

After being knocked on the head, Song Ziyan didn't feel any pain, but he also pretended to rub it pitifully.

Yueyue told her that she was just too fierce to treat boys, even handsome boys, as brothers.

So Song Ziyan came to the conclusion that she had to behave softly.

In this way, it can verify what the love master Nancheng Branch No. 2 Xixizi told her.

A weak girl will arouse a boy's desire to protect.

Sure enough, now Momo is helping her knock on her place just now.

Qi Moyue stood up and helped Song Ziyan blow the place where he knocked her just now, and said, "Does it hurt?" ”

Song Ziyan shook his head: "Actually, it doesn't hurt at all, it's just ......."

"What's it?"

Song Ziyan raised his head and denied: "No, it's nothing." ”

Song Ziyan just stared at Qi Moyue, who was bowing his head and blowing his brain seriously.

Song Ziyan looked at Qi Moyue's slightly pouting mouth.

There are only two small hanging lamps in the gazebo that emit orange light, which is not bright, but it is very warm.

Qi Moyue's already three-dimensional facial features form an envious shadow under the light, making her more resilient.

The slightly pursed lips appear so soft and seductive.

Song Ziyan, who was confused, was dazzled by the beauty in front of him, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is something again." ”

Qi Moyue, who was holding Song Ziyan's face, smiled indifferently: "What's there?" ”

And it was this indifference, but in Song Ziyan's eyes, she saw an evil feeling, as if she was tempting her to commit a crime.

Song Ziyan didn't even realize what he was doing, and blurted out: "I don't want to huhu anymore." ”

Song Ziyan smiled: "I want to kiss." ”

After speaking, Song Ziyan stood on tiptoe, pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and leaned straight towards Qi Moyue's lips.

Song Ziyan was stunned when he felt that his lips touched Qi Moyue's soft, sweet, and cool lips.

How did Yueyue and the male and female protagonists in the movie she watched kiss?

I still remember clearly when I prepared by myself, but now I practice how my brain is blank.

She shouldn't have made this mistake with her IQ!

Qi Moyue felt that Song Ziyan's lips were on his mouth and didn't move, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Song Ziyan felt a little embarrassed, so he silently retreated, and in order to hide that he wouldn't kiss, he pretended to be serious: "Okay, so be it." ”

Qi Moyue smiled playfully: "That's it? ”

Song Ziyan snorted lightly: "Otherwise, what else would you want?" I'm afraid I'm going to be powerful, and your little body can't stand it. ”

After that, Song Ziyan also patted Qi Moyue's shoulder: "Okay, you go back, rest early." ”

Song Ziyan, who turned around and was about to leave, was grabbed by Qi Moyue's wrist and brought back to his arms: "I don't seem to want to leave now." ”

Song Ziyan took a nervous breath: "Then, what do you want to do?" ”

Qi Moyue's eyes seemed to be dyed with a trace of evil spirit, and his voice was low, gently close to Song Ziyan's ear.

"I want to see it."

Song Ziyan, who felt the crispy heat in his ears hooking his soul like a little ghost, tightened his toes nervously in his shoes.

"You, you talk well."

Song Ziyan stumbled and wanted to take a step back, but he couldn't successfully break free from Qi Moyue's arms.

"Okay, I'll talk well."

Song Ziyan felt that crispy feeling gently tickling in his ear again.

Qi Moyue's voice was low and evil, as if he was seducing her: "I want to see how powerful you are." ”