Jiang sometimes lowered her head to disinfect the wounds on the soles of her feet with alcohol, and the irritating alcohol immediately produced tiny white bubbles when it touched the bloody wounds of the open red flesh, which hurt more than she imagined, and she grinned and deliberately exaggerated.

The door of Zhou Chen's room was open, and he turned around to take the cup, just in time to see her grinning and gasping for air, and he just glanced at it and looked away.

The incandescent lamp hanging on the wooden beams swayed, and the light swayed with it, and half of his facial features were hidden in the dark, revealing a hard lower half of his face, and a little stubble appeared on his chin, which set off his figure with a particularly masculine appearance.

Jiang sometimes sat on a low stool with her knees crossed, her head and neck tilted in a graceful arc, the light shone on her chestnut curls, she was staring at the moonlight on the patio, her body was small, and the light stretched her shadow obliquely, looking a little lonely.

Zhou Chen was still expressionless, his hand was on the wooden door of the room, and with a creak, the wooden door made a heavy sound, and the shadow of the hall moved.

Jiang sometimes heard the voice and looked back, the wooden door of the diagonal room was open, and the man took off his shirt to reveal a red-faced figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and back muscles burst out, and then he lay on the bed, and the bed creaked again, and he slept like this......

Slept like this......

Slept......

Jiang sometimes has a question mark on his face:

He actually slept?

Does she look like a good person?

Doesn't he have an embankment for her?

Are men so wary nowadays?

Looking around, the old house that is dilapidated and old seems to be worthless.

A poor teacher really doesn't have much salary.

Jiang sometimes silently self-reflected, she had to tattoo a few more wild and arrogant tattoos, which made people tremble with fear and beg for mercy when they saw it!

The samurai cat on the right arm is too gentle.

She curled up on the couch with her knees folded, not knowing when she fell asleep.

After the night, the morning light with hope shines in through the patio, and the sky gradually whitens.

Zhou Chen used to get up early to stand guard at school, and he woke up naturally as soon as six o'clock arrived. When he passed through the hall and saw a person curled up on the sofa, he walked by without squinting without squinting, without looking at her.

Jiang sometimes didn't sleep well, turned over and fell off the narrow sofa, but fortunately, the sofa was not high, but she fell this time, but she woke up and fell into the sleepiness.

Last night was too dark, and the lighting was not good, she didn't look at the layout of the whole Zhou Chen's house, she rubbed her eyes and saw that the yard of the well was full of flowers and plants, and finally understood why there were so many mosquitoes.

This man is quite leisurely.

Zhou Chen opened the door and came in, and saw her sitting on the ground in a daze, her hair was curly, and it was even more messy after a night, and there were a few red marks on her little face, which were left by mosquito bites, and she just woke up with a stupid face, which was quite in line with the temperament she should have at this age.

Jiang sometimes got up, rubbed his head, and said in a daze, "What time is it?" Teacher. ”

"Six-fifteen." Zhou Chen glanced at his watch and repeated: "It's dawn, that man should be gone, you should go." ”

The tone was cold, and his expression was even impatient, as if he had been kind enough to keep her all night.

"Teacher, you are so ruthless. How can we say that there was once a teacher-student relationship. Jiang said with a playful smile, his mind flashing back to his exposed figure last night.

She has to sigh that there is no comparison between a mature man and a small milk dog of the same age, and the mental age of girls is physiologically more mature than boys of the same age.

Jiang sometimes never hides her joy and anger, and even more so emotionally, if she likes it, if she doesn't like it, if she doesn't like it, she has always been neat and tidy, and she doesn't like to be entangled.