Indirect – kissing?

Pei Shengyang's old face turned red all of a sudden.

"Ahem." He held a glass of water in one hand and covered his mouth with the other, turned his face and coughed.

On the other hand, I took a sip of water and suppressed the shock.

After drinking, it suddenly occurred to me again, is he really, indirectly kissing?

"Ahem, ahem!" He coughed even harder.

Pei Shengyang secretly turned his head and glanced at Song Shanmei. The young lady was staring at him intently with a pair of sparkling eyes.

I really like him! He thought.

This guy really has a problem!

Song Shanmei made a straight face and thought hatefully.

Look, what a cough! What kind of medicine is in the water? What does it taste like? He wouldn't have found out what she had done, right?

While thinking, Song Shanmei picked up the water glass in front of her and took a sip to hide her uneasy mood.

What taste?!

Song Shanmei was stunned, looked at the water cup in the other party's hand, and then looked at the water cup she exchanged. The sip I just drank was sweet!

That's not what the water she usually drinks tastes like!

Inside, something was added!

Could it be that this cup is really drugged?

The other party, who had expected it early on, would she secretly exchange the water glasses of the two of them, did she do that? It's really, so cunning! It's hard to prevent it!

Song Shanmei's face turned white with fright.

She panicked again, and suddenly, she felt that her hands and feet had no strength, and she was lying on her stomach. She was frightened and asked in a panic, "What do you add to your water?" ”

Pei Shengyang heard the tremor in her voice, and didn't savor it, but when she was successful, she was too nervous, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a little caster sugar." ”

"You know, I'm hypoglycemic." Pei Shengyang added.

He was telling the truth.

Song Shanmei was a little incredulous.

"How's it taste?" Pei Shengyang tilted his head sideways, smiled and looked at her.

The side that Song Shanmei had just drunk was the place where his lips had touched. Therefore, he smiled, and there was something meaningful.

Of course, as sensitive as Song Shanmei, she can also see the "meaning" of that smile.

She was a little apprehensive, and suddenly stood up, "The call can't come today, I have to go!" ”

"I'll send you." Pei Shengyang said, while stuffing all the tableware garbage on the table into a plastic bag, ready to take it away.

"No, no!" Song Shanmei held the table with both hands, she only felt that her legs were a little weak. I don't know, can I walk.

No, she must, hold on, and can't let the other party see anything unusual!

She only took a sip, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!

She was so flustered that she felt dizzy, and stood for a long time holding on to the table.

"What's wrong?" Pei Shengyang asked.

"No, nothing!" She replied hurriedly, took a step, one foot deep and one shallow, and ran out.

"Hey, slow down! You forgot to take the umbrella! Pei Shengyang said as he hurriedly took out himself and her two umbrellas from the basin at the door and chased them out.

Song Shanmei was in the rain and drenched for a while, and then she felt that she was much more sober. Feel, too, much better.

Seeing the man chasing him out, she calmly turned back, took out the key, locked the glass door, and reached out again to pull the roller shutter.

The man reached out and helped her.

"Thank you." She said reflexively.

The rain, along with the wind, slanted and struck, fell under the eaves, drenching Song Shanmei's body.

Pei Shengyang stretched out his umbrella and blocked it above Song Shanmei's head.

"Thanks, I'll just do it myself." Song Shanmei said again, snatched her umbrella from the man's hand, and rushed into the wind and rain.

Pei Shengyang held the umbrella and strode out, reaching out to help Song Shanmei.

Song Shanmei ran fast.

The rain poured down on the ground, like a waterfall from the sky. Even if you hold the umbrella, it won't help at all, the umbrella is blown by the wind, Song Shanmei is trying hard to hold the umbrella and not let it be blown away by the wind, where can she take care of herself?

The body has long been drenched.

The man strode after her, without the slightest distance.

At school, the school is very heavy, and Song Shanmei wants to have a good body to cope with the heavy schoolwork, so no matter how windy or rainy, she will go for a run every morning. Therefore, she can be regarded as a long-distance runner, and the average young man may not be able to catch up with her.

But now, if she runs a little slower, the man behind her will be a little slower, she will be faster, the man behind her will be one point faster, and she can't get rid of it at all!

What to do, what to do?

Song Shanmei was so anxious that she was about to run out, and she couldn't take care of anything.

You must not go back to the dormitory, so let's go to a hotel as planned!

Song Shanmei thought, so she adjusted her pace and ran towards an urban village not far away. There, there are quite a few cheap small hotels.

The wind and rain were heavy, and her whole body was soaked.

The wind and rain hit her face, and she felt that she was about to lose her eyes.

Under your feet, there is ankle-deep muddy water everywhere, and if you step on it, you will splash.

Song Shanmei's clothes were wet, and her shoes were also soaked, as if they were filled with water, cold and uncomfortable.

With a chill all over her body, she sneezed violently.

The man suddenly caught up with her and grabbed her shoulder with one hand. Song Shanmei was startled and turned her head away.

Pei Shengyang snatched the crooked umbrella in her hand that had been blown over by the wind, and raised her umbrella over to the top of Song Shanmei's head, and said loudly: "I'll hold the umbrella!" ”

Song Shanmei only felt that the rain on her body was much lighter. No, it can be said that the trickle is all over.

She looked up strangely and saw the blue-black umbrella in the man's hand, iron and bone, open, facing the wind and rain, and it was not blown over and deformed by the wind at all.

What a good umbrella! It must be expensive!

Song Shanmei glanced at the man sideways and thought.

I saw that the man's whole body was almost outside the umbrella, holding only the handle of the umbrella, tilting the umbrella on top of her head, blocking the wind and rain; And he himself was drenched in soup.

Song Shanmei was a little moved for a moment. I only feel that my heart is warm, and I feel a little sorry for men.

The snow-white shirt, soaking wet, clings tightly to his body, faintly revealing the color of his muscles. Under the dim light of the street lamp, it looks hazy and sexy.

Song Shanmei only glanced at it, and blushed again and her heart was beating.

She reached out and patted her face, no, she must not be fooled!

Also, he is so considerate, it is definitely an illusion, he just wants to soak her! Sober up!

Before she had time to think about it, Song Shanmei suddenly felt empty under her feet, she screamed and fell.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, the moment Song Shanmei fell, she only felt that her clothes were grabbed vigorously, and her whole person was suspended in the air.

The sudden change frightened Song Shanmei, and her face lost its color.