Seven days passed.

This day was Wang Chengyou's last day at Jinqiao Academy.

There was just the last pack of stock left in the trunk of the car.

Mo Yan, who trotted briskly when she met the dark triangle several times in a row, saw that Wang Chengyou was always strolling in a hurry, ignoring her caution and not reacting, and under neglect, she was finally able to deal with the distance of a few meters normally.

Today, as in the past, the two of them each carried a backpack strap on one shoulder, and Mo Yan also held a cup of warm avocado banana milk juice on his chest, and took a sip from time to time.

It was Wang Chengyou pinching a little bit, and before she had evening self-study, he ran to the school gate to buy it back.

Wang Chengyou carried the last bag of stock.

In order to prolong the time of escorting back to the dormitory, the two have always walked more leisurely. Walking casually through the dark triangle, Mo Yan's slightly raised heart fell, and at the same time, a trace of loss seemed to be absent in his heart.

Coming to the bright area where the power of the dysprosium lamp was displayed, Mo Yan turned around and stretched out his hand to Wang Chengyou, meaning that he could hand over the bag. The other day, they did the same. When they got to the door, they gave something, said goodnight, and turned around.

Wang Chengyou stretched out his hand, but it was not the hand that carried the bag.

Without hesitation, his hand passed through Mo Yan's hair and landed on the back of Mo Yan's head, and before Mo Yan could react, he pulled her over. Mo Yan didn't have time to say anything, and a hot piece landed on her lips.

The initial shock turned into panic in an instant.

The panic of being besieged and plundered.

It is surrounded by bright lights and people. Is he crazy?

One second he was still surprised and slandered, and the next second he lost the ability to think.

Her strength was sealed by the searing heat, and her struggles gradually turned into suppleness. His eyes, which were wide in surprise, closed one millimeter at a time.

This is her first 3rd kiss, is it also his...... This is the last wisp of consciousness that comes forward with the eyes closed, and in the mind is intermittent, fluttering and slowly falling like a leaf in the wind.

"Whew." He finally let go of her and took a big breath.

Just now, it seemed that there was no and no harm in oxygen, but at this moment, I realized how strongly my lungs opposed his power.

Mo Yan's eyelids were lifted, and he saw Wang Chengyou, whose facial features had never been so dazzling, saw the desire surging in his eyes, and saw that he was about to make a comeback, as if he suddenly woke up, pushed him in the chest, turned around, and ran away.

Intense, just the feelings of two people.

In fact, the two of them didn't attract much attention. It must be said that if they attracted the attention of passers-by, it should be the cup of drink in Mo Yan's hand, which fell to the ground with a "snap", and rolled out a long distance before it stopped.

The confusion in Wang Chengyou's eyes gradually subsided.

He rarely lost his awareness of himself, but at this time, he couldn't estimate how long he had been looking at the direction in which Mo Yan disappeared from the women's dormitory.

Looking down at the toes, while reining in the flood of thoughts, he found that the last bag of stock was still lying at his feet.

Reaching out and gently touching his own lips, the warm, soft, sweet and fragrant touch was still there, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and smile alone.

Turning to walk back, he saw a drink that had fallen to the ground.

Wang Chengyou picked up the cat's waist.

Not willing to throw away the trash can, he took it all the way back to King Kong's bedroom.

To say that this kiss was premeditated would be a great injustice. He had planned countless times, but none of them dared to actually practice. Only this time, he did not premeditate.

He was just wrapped in a thick sorrow, and his mood was so depressed that he couldn't relieve it.

And then?

When his reason returned, he was already kissing to the point of lack of oxygen.

Although he was afraid of all this, he was still very happy, feeling that he had broken free from the shackles and helped him realize his long-cherished wish.

Well, with such a qualitative leap, the high-spirited competition for the interior design of the Forest Hotel in front of the library seems to have failed. Wang Chengyou's faint anxiety and unhappiness also disappeared.

With a different kind of joy, Wang Chengyou knocked briskly on the door of King Kong's bedroom.

When I entered the door, I casually placed the object on the middle waist of the hollow white wardrobe on my right hand. The pale green juice rippled slightly, and soon calmed down.

"Wang, I made steamed eggs with green grapes and fried rice cakes with pineapple, would you like to try them?"

Wang Chengyou, who smiled: "King Kong, after 8 o'clock in the evening, you can let go of the smell of the people in the same building." ”

"Why are you so kind all of a sudden?"

Wang Chengyou smiled but did not answer, pillow his arm, and gently shook it in the newly pulled hammock.

King Kong glanced at the inexplicable Wang Chengyou, turned around and packed the green grape cake on the kitchen counter and put it in the refrigerator, and covered the pineapple fried rice cake with plastic wrap. These things that can't be eaten used to go straight to the trash, but recently, they have a better place to go.

Of course, it's not for the next-door neighbor, he doesn't have this fetish. He couldn't think of any benefit to him!

Rather, it was given as a gift to the person who rode his bicycle. The benefits are clear. The man on his bike is gaining weight at a speed that is visible to the naked eye! How good, he didn't have to think about changing to a new heavy person for a while.

After finishing the work in hand, King Kong looked at the shelf in the center of the wardrobe, where a small half glass of juice was placed. He stretched out his long hand and fished it out.

Generally speaking, he has a habit of cleanliness.

But there are people who are obsessed with cleanliness, and there are also objects that are not disliked.

Wang, naturally, is one of the few people he does not dislike.

Although the matter of drinking from a cup did not happen, it was only because the king did not drink with him. I don't know how many times the sharing of a cup of water has happened.

"Stop!" Before King Kong could bring the juice cup to his mouth, Wang Chengyou jumped and screamed as if he had burned his buttocks.

"What?"

"Put it down!"

"What!"

"Tell you to put it down."

"Just say it, and grab it! Isn't it just half a cup of ......" As he spoke, King Kong realized something, and laughed, "You brought back the juice that Mo Yan had drunk, wow, you're not a king at all, and you still look very obscene when you do this, don't you know?" ”

Wang Chengyou forced his composure: "You think too much." It's mine. ”

As he spoke, he gulped down.

"It's just juice, it's not wine, what are you blushing!" King Kong laughs.

Wang Chengyou was furious. Okay, you King Kong, why did you suddenly sharpen your teeth today. Are you still the King Kong I knew?

"What blush? I'm just a little hot. Wang Chengyou was reasonable.

King Kong put his hands on his chest and looked at Wang Chengyou intently: "As soon as you come back today, I feel different from before." Something out of the ordinary must have happened. But I can't think of what it could be, so give me some hints. ”

Wang Chengyou turned around in a panic, excused himself to rinse, and even forgot to take a change of clothes, so he hid in the bathroom.