"It's finally time to get to the time I'm most interested in." Avi poured a large drink down his throat.

Conghan studied in medical school, Xun An continued his dance career in the art college, and I was admitted to my first choice law school.

My faculty is in a strong and weak school, and when my classmates ask me why a science student would choose a liberal arts major, I am all interested. Learning is useful, maybe I won't have a day in my life when I need to accuse myself, but it's also good to be able to help others. Although the university advocates self-directed learning, there are not many courses scheduled every day. Conghan's classes were more intense, but he still came to me every day after class. Over time, everyone also knew about my relationship with him. And Xun'an, the most idle of the three of us, sometimes came to accompany me to listen to the lectures, not forced by me, but he took the initiative to apply. I was amazed that there was any value in the dry theories of law that I had not found to attract an artist, and I was disgusted by the attention of the class because of him. The female classmates can't look down on the weak scholars in the class. finally came to a "cultural and dance" Xun'an, and the roommates begged me to keep him. The pattern of the three of us being closely connected has not been broken even at the university. However, it's not always three, and sometimes there's Xiya.

Xiya was in the School of Design, and she studied fashion design. I can see that she likes Xun'an, I don't hate her, and I even have a good impression of her, so I often call her at some events, and even give her the opportunity to be alone with Xun'an.

Xun An understood what the two girls were doing, but they were still indifferent and turned a blind eye. This rejection is thousands of miles away, and I don't know who it is.

"Toot ......" my phone

Ringed.

Conghan sent me a message and he asked me to go to the movies.

"Okay." I'll reply right away.

"I'll be waiting for you at the school gate." He also made a point of emphasizing that this time it was me and he had a separate date, and he couldn't tell Xun'an, and he didn't bring Xiya. We've never had a date, and we haven't built a single world of two people that our lovers are pursuing.

After class, I informed Xiya, "I'm going to go to the movies with Conghan today." ”

"I'll leave it to you to find Anke." I accentuated the tone of "please" meaningfully.

"No problem."

Conghan had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw me, he pulled me to the bus stop in a hurry.

"Why are you walking so fast?"

I walked breathlessly, "The movie doesn't run." ”

From the cold slowed down, "Do you know what day it is?" He asked me mysteriously.

"I don't know."

I really can't think of any difference in the days, "What day?" ”

Conghan stopped, "Annan, we have been together for a hundred days. ”

Is 100 days a long time? I can count from one to a hundred countless times in an hour, and there are three hundred days in a year. I've known him for three years, at least ten hundred days. A hundred days is not a long time, but I was touched by him in front of me. He kept our affairs in mind, and I often forgot about my relationship with him, suspecting that it was not love.

"Really? It's so fast. "I am very happy, I am not like other pleasures, I feel the weight of a feeling in his heart.

He picked very few games, but we sat very far back. The movie was very boring, and I fell asleep a few times, but I still pulled myself together and didn't want to spoil the fun.

The eyelids fell uncontrollably. Suddenly, a warm touch fell on my lips, and a warm snort hit my face.

I woke up and found that it was from the cold kissing me.

When he saw that I was awake, he moved his lips away with a smile, "Are you still sleepy?" ”

I turned my head to the side and took a deep breath, "What are you doing here?" "I'm a little angry, but there's no reason to be angry.

"What's wrong?"

"Annan, are you upset?" He got up from the cold and shook my hand and apologized to me.

I calmed down and reflected on how my reaction seemed to have been overdone.

"It's fine."

"I just wasn't prepared." There was still preparation for the kiss, and I was obviously incoherent.

"Are you ready now?"

My mind was so confused that I couldn't hear what he was saying. I kissed him again from the cold, and my mind went blank. I didn't hide from it this time, I knew what that meant, and I didn't seem to hate the feeling of intimacy. We were so close that I could smell the residual scent of laundry detergent on his clothes. Slowly, our breath became burning, and our lips and teeth collided. I was completely overcome by this feeling, and a longing serpent sprang out of my body to devour both of us. We are wrapped up in lust, not because we can't, but because we don't want to break free. I think I have been pulled by him into the sea of love, and I can't forget the beauty of the first taste of love.