Junbi was shrouded in a wide school uniform, and the thin rain struck her ears, not directly on her, but still with a slight rustling sound. Between the breaths is Meng Jingheng's unique refreshing taste, which penetrates into the nose in wisps, as warm as the morning sun, spreading all the way to the heart and flooding.

Meng Jingheng's hair in front of his forehead was slightly wet, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his long eyelashes were thick and stained with fine raindrops, like dew in the morning. His profile is well-defined, very good-looking, and almost perfectly sculpted.

Jun Bi couldn't help but smile and bent his eyebrows, "Meng Jingheng, are you jealous?" She pinched Meng Jingheng's cheek, causing him to roll his eyes, "It smells like freshly brewed Zhenjiang balsamic vinegar." ”

Meng Jingheng snorted lightly and swept Junbi's body upwards to make sure she wouldn't fall steadily, "This is not called jealousy, this is romance." He turned his head sideways, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing the sharp little tiger teeth, "Walking in the rain, do you understand?" It's not emotional. ”

Jun Bi couldn't hold back a snort, lying on Meng Jingheng's back and laughing wildly, "What kind of romance is this?" She grabbed Meng Jingheng's short black hair, leaned close to his ear, and said word by word: "This, called, stupid." After saying that, he didn't hold back, and continued to laugh.

Meng Jingheng looked at Junbi and looked at him ridiculingly, and he was angry, and deliberately swayed left and right, startling her, and firmly hugged his neck, not daring to move anymore.

"I say yes, I don't accept rebuttal!" Meng Jingheng seemed to be an arbitrary king, and he made the final decision.

Junbi almost burst into tears. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and in a haze, she found that Meng Jingheng's hair was wet into locks, and even the tips of her hair were still dripping with water.

Jun Bi pursed his lips, untied the school uniform that wrapped himself tightly, and raised his hands, enveloping Meng Jingheng in this small world.

Meng Jingheng only felt that the annoying rain on his head was no longer falling, and thought that the rain was gradually stopping. He subconsciously looked up and found a piece of white fabric, which was his familiar school uniform, and a pair of soft jade-white hands, which were also familiar to him......

The little hand propped up the school uniform, shielding Meng Jingheng from the scattered rain, and at the same time making Junbi closer to him.

Meng Jingheng heard the girl's delicate voice, and said softly in his ear: "See, this is called romance, study hard, silly Jingheng." ”

Meng Jingheng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and rubbed Junbi's forehead back.

"Ah, you've gone too far, you've wet my face!"

"It's called sharing weal and sorrow, isn't it romantic?"

"If you're not honest, I won't support you, believe it or not?"

The streets filled with rain and mist, and the laughter and laughter of two people, are particularly pleasant and happy.

When they got home, Jun Bi jumped off Meng Jingheng neatly, and the two of them rushed to their own rooms, changed their wet clothes, and took a hot bath.

The warm water drove away the slightest coolness, and Junbi deliberately soaked for a while, and his whole body was slightly red, before he walked out of the bathroom satisfied.

Meng Jingheng took a bath much faster than Junbi, and had already cleaned herself up, ran to her room, sat on the bed and played with her mobile phone casually.

"What are you doing here?" Jun Bi ruffled his freshly blown hair, raised his eyebrows, and asked as if he didn't care too much.

Junbi had just finished taking a bath, with the beauty of the water hibiscus, and there was a feeling of water all over his body. The skin is as white and tender as milk, and the cheeks are slightly reddish the color of cherry blossoms. The black silk hung softly on her shoulders, and she was combing her hand to it, and she was casually following it from time to time.

Meng Jingheng stared at Junbi tightly, feeling the itching of her palms, and wanted to go up and rub her hair.

Junbi didn't pay attention to the emotion in Meng Jingheng's eyes, she pulled her long hair behind her and slowly climbed onto the soft big bed, her exhaustion seemed to be cured in an instant. She couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Seeing Junbi's comfortable appearance, Meng Jingheng couldn't help but rub over, wanting to lie down with her and enjoy it.

However, before Meng Jingheng could lean down, Junbi quickly grabbed the back of his head, and with a little force, he pushed him back, "Your hair is still wet, don't lie down!" She glanced at Meng Jingheng, full of warnings.

Meng Jingheng blinked innocently and looked back at Junbi, looking very aggrieved.

didn't hold on for a while, Junbi lost to Meng Jingheng's wet eyes. She resigned herself to taking a hair dryer out of the bathroom and learning hair for him.

Meng Jingheng's hair is black and thick, fluffy and soft to the touch, probably because of this hair type, which makes him look less like a large fried dog when he loses his temper.

Jun Bi's fingers shuttled between Meng Jingheng's hair, and his movements were gentle, "Ask you a question." Junbi helped him blow his hair and said, "Do you have an opinion about Lu Che?" "It's not to face me, she doesn't bother to pretend that she is a good sister, and she doesn't want to call him Brother Che in a messy way.

Meng Jingheng half-squinted his eyes comfortably, enjoying Junbi's service, and his voice was mixed with a lazy feeling when he answered, "Isn't it obvious?" I don't like him. "There's nothing to beat around the bush about this matter, he just doesn't like Lu Che.

Junbi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and continued to ask: "Why?" ”

Meng Jingheng snorted, and replied a little impatiently: No, I just don't like it. From the first time he saw Lu Che's eyes looking at Jun Bi clearly, he didn't like it very much.

When Lu Che and Song Wenyin were together, Meng Jingheng was certainly a little sad, and his relationship with Lu Che at that time was indeed not what it used to be, but he did not deliberately distance himself before. But one day, he accidentally found Lu Che's eyes, which were definitely not the eyes of his brother looking at his sister.

Although Meng Jingheng had no experience, his inexplicable intuition told him that Lu Che's feelings towards Junbi now were completely different from before. He obviously already has Song Wenyin's girlfriend, why do he still worry about Junbi? Besides, Junbi should be his now......

"You're going to be vexatious." Junbi touched Meng Jingheng's dry hair, put away the gap between the hair dryers, and didn't forget to scold him by the way.

Meng Jingheng saw that Junbi was defending Lu Che, and immediately became unhappy, "Who do you say is making trouble unreasonably?" He muttered dissatisfiedly, "He dares to worry about my people, is he justified?" ”

When Jun Bi heard this, the movements in his hands paused slightly, and he asked suspiciously: "Why don't I know, when did Song Wenyin become your person?" ”

"I'm not Song Wenyin!" Meng Jingheng was so angry that he fell on Junbi's bed weakly.

Junbi got up and put the hair dryer back in the bathroom, and when he heard Meng Jingheng's words, his brows furrowed, and he was even more puzzled, "Who is that?" ”

Junbi waited for Meng Jingheng's answer, but Meng Jingheng just stared at her quietly and intently, silent, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

Junbi tasted Barbiturate carefully, and finally figured out a clue from Meng Jingheng's complicated expression, "You, the person you are talking about will not be ......" She pointed at herself in disbelief, "Me, right?" ”

Meng Jingheng nodded as relieved as if he was relieved, fortunately, it seems that the degree of stupidity is still within the scope of his forgiveness.

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