After all, what boy likes to hear the story of a princess.

Seeing that he still wanted to listen now, Jiang Juan moved to the side near the ground bunk and fell asleep, leaning sideways, dark, and vaguely seeing the outline of Jiang Shenmu's body.

"Don't you feel bored," she asked. ”

After meeting Jiang Juan, Jiang Shenmu felt that he was self-defeating in coaxing people.

"I don't think so, as long as it's my sister's story, it's all good."

This really poked Jiang Juan's heart.

"That's good."

Next, Ginger Roll tells a series of stories.

However, the protagonist has changed from a little princess to a little prince, Jiang Shenmu listened to it, and some wanted to laugh.

Ginger Roll managed to hypnotize himself to sleep.

This is in Jiang Shenmu's imagination.

After all, this has often happened in the past.

Jiang Shenmu got up from the ground, and by the moonlight, his eyes fell on Jiang Juan's face.

Just kiss it.

After kissing her on the face, she was a little insatiable, and her eyes moved to her lips.

Jiang Shenmu had never kissed a girl, and he hadn't even thought about such a thing.

The only experience was probably the previous dream, in which he kissed the ginger roll.

Jiang Shenmu hesitated again and again, approached, and only kissed the corner of her lips.

That alone was enough to get him excited.

The excitement caused him to lose sleep.

The next morning, Jiang Juan woke up refreshed, saw Jiang Shenmu feeling sluggish, and said, "Is it uncomfortable to sleep on the ground?" ”

Jiang Shenmu glanced at her, his face full of complexity.

"It's not."

It's not that she's relieved.

Until Jiang Juan left, Jiang Shenmu found out depressedly.

The difference between a younger sister and a younger brother is really not ordinary.

When I was a sister, the other party was very affectionate to me, and now, I don't hold hands anymore, I don't hug anymore, and I don't kiss my cheeks.

Jiang Shenmu even began to eat his own vinegar.

......

There were a lot of people on the side of the more secluded side of the school's path.

Jiang Shenmu was pulled over by a friend to watch the excitement.

Friends desperately squeezed in, but Jiang Shenmu put his hands in his pockets, showing coldness on the side.

I don't know if he is more famous, he doesn't want to see it, those people noticed that she was coming, and they cooperated very well to make way for him.

This was enough for Jiang Shenmu to see the scene inside.

The girl was facing away from them, wearing a white dress, her long hair hanging down, and she was still holding a paintbrush in her hand, and she was drawing.

Jiang Shenmu was not interested in this at all.

But the image reminded him of ginger rolls.

When Jiang Juan paints, the picture looks much better.

He is a person who doesn't like to draw, and he doesn't get bored watching her draw.

Thinking of ginger rolls, Jiang Shenmu wanted to contact her, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to her.

Jiang Juan went to eat with a few students, and felt the mobile phone vibrating on the way, and took it out to see that it was Jiang Shenmu.

He also sent a message with a well-behaved gesture: Sister, are you in class?

Ginger Roll: I'm getting ready to go to dinner with someone else.

This other person made Jiang Shenmu think of Shi Ziye.

Then he asked her tentatively: Is it a boy?

Her students were both male and female, and Jiang Juan replied: There are both boys and girls.

Jiang Shenmu automatically ignored the girl, thinking that those students could stay with Jiang Juan all day, and his heart was a little sour.

Especially sometimes he had to go to class on Saturdays and Sundays, and he could only see her at night.

Jiang Juan, where did he know that this little prince was jealous, and when he saw the canteen, he said again: I want to buy food, so let's not talk about it first.

Jiang Shenmu replied: Okay.

Then he put away his phone.