There was no trace of the little junior sister all day, and it seems that yesterday's hint had no effect at all. By the time he sat at his desk reading a book in the afternoon, Zhang Heng began to examine himself. Because he's been wandering his mind. And involuntarily angry. He didn't think he would do that. The little junior sister didn't arrive as early as he expected, which made him very unhappy. It turns out that he is just a hairy boy who has been hit by the world's love. He would also not want to see her all the time. In the past, when he was in high school, he felt that Liu Yang's various states were unreasonable, but now he feels that he is nothing more than that. It turns out that liking a person is so uneasy.

As the sky began to darken, he felt his anger surge, and layers of black gas hung over his head. But he endured not calling. Sometimes people just make things awkward for themselves. The more I wanted to see her, the more I didn't look for her. The seven orifices who only care about their own gas are smoking.

When he heard those two cowardly knocks at the door, he knew it was her. He wanted to rush over and grab her and spank her twice, but subconsciously he deliberately didn't open the door. When I opened the door, I saw her carrying a large pile of fruit bags, hiding her crampedness. Thousands of anger can only be suppressed. In the end, I was reluctant.

He continued to go back and put on a show, but in fact, he didn't turn a single page of the book. Listening to her scrambling to pick up apples, bag by bag to the kitchen, hearing her turn on and off the refrigerator to sort out the fruit, and hearing the sound of plastic bags rustling and rubbing. Thinking of her little daughter-in-law who didn't dare to come out of her atmosphere, she was instantly deflated, thinking that she was an ordinary person. She leaned against the door and watched carefully, but he still deliberately blocked her with words. But if she wants to go, he will never allow it. dragged her over and sat on his lap, he felt that some resentment had been reduced, and she was in his arms, and his heart felt steady. He was secretly amused by her awkward sitting position, but he kept it from breaking, and when he saw her wearing new clothes, her face was flushed in his arms, and he actually had a hint of revenge. Human nature is inherently evil, and it is so.

He asked her to take off her coat, and she jumped out of herself as if she had a spring, and it felt like she had escaped from her back. Seeing that she still didn't move, she wore a close-fitting yellow sweater and tried to coax him. Originally, he deliberately embarrassed her, saying that he wanted her to cook and eat. I didn't expect the little girl to hide a hand.

Maybe she was afraid of delaying his study, but the little girl was tinkering with herself behind closed doors. He looked outside the door, and it turned out to be well organized. Watching her chop vegetables into the pot and taste them with a small spoon, how can there be any anger? The taste turned out to be good, and he occasionally looked up and saw her drinking soup with her head down and smiling, and her heart, which had become dry and cold, melted little by little like ice. Such a warm and lovely little junior sister, how could he bear to be angry again.

He sat beside her peeling apples, watching her sway from side to side on the couch with great joy, and he felt that it was a very wise decision in his life to take her in advance. Her simple joy infected him from all sides. He took her in his arms and kissed her carefully, and she endured all kinds of discomfort, suppressed her nervousness, and waited and obeyed obediently. She trembled, her little face flushed, and her two red lips shone moistly.

Open your mouth.

Well?

Her eyes were misty, as if she didn't understand.

Open your mouth.

Yes?

He took the opportunity to slip in and touch her mouth with his tongue. She instinctively resisted, and her two small hands began to grab the hem of his waist hard. He restrained her and left slightly. Pressed against her forehead, he said in a low voice,

Has no one ever done this?

Well.

I teach you, I want to kiss you, and you accept it slowly, huh?

But I ......

He was dragged by desire and kissed her uncontrollably, feeling an unknown flame flickering in his limbs. For the first time in his life, he experienced the irrepressible sensual pleasure brought to him by the love between men and women. He held her head hard and pressed her towards himself, and his body impatiently approached her, and got closer.

Just when he was distracted and confused, he felt the little hands around his waist grasp his flesh, and a whining of forgiveness overflowed from her lips. He forced himself to stop. She threw herself on her chest, gasping for air. He must have been in too much of a hurry, and she seemed to be out of breath. He patted her on the back soothingly, but she refused to lift her face. Be shy, and, afraid. He simply rolled her over, he leaned back on the couch, and she lay on his chest with her head down, two small hands tugging at the clothes at his waist. Instead, he took her by the hand and gently stroked her arm. The present world is well.

The clock points to ten o'clock.

Send you back.

She finally got up and glanced at the wall clock in the doorway.

It's too late to climb the door again.

She blushed and walked silently to get dressed. He took a bag and filled one or two of each of the fruits she bought. Walking to the door, he turned her away from him. He helped her straighten her clothes, and a white dress lined her crimson cheeks, and he couldn't help but lower his head again and kiss her lightly on the lips. Then he pulled her with one hand and went out the door with the plastic bag in the other.

Walking to the door of the dormitory, he handed her the bag.

Tomorrow Sunday.

Know.

She smiled abruptly, raised her hand to her ear and waved it cutely, turned around and went upstairs.