Tang Zhihuan came down from the bedroom with his schoolbag on his back, and it was already past the curfew time.

The dormitory manager happened to close the door, yawned and said, "Classmate, I can't go out after the curfew time." ”

Tang Zhihuan's dark eyes flashed with two points of urgency, his thin lips pursed, Song Xixi sent him a location address and then did not reply to his message: "Auntie, I want to go out to see a doctor." ”

"Classmate, don't you look like you're in bad health?"

The dormitory manager looked Tang Zhihuan up and down, and her shrewd eyes swept up and down: "Recently, the school has been strictly controlled, and students are not allowed to stay up late to go to Internet cafes, especially boys, I can't let you go out, hurry up, I'm going to close the door and sleep!" ”

"Auntie!" Tang Zhihuan blocked the door and frowned tightly.

"That classmate, where did you tell Auntie to feel uncomfortable?"

Tang Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, his hand slowly placed on the left atrium, his thick eyebrows on Qingjun's face were tightly twisted, and his voice trembled slightly and was low:

"Auntie, I'm distressed, you let me out."

The boys' dormitory building is some distance away from the house Song Xixi rented in the back street, there is no one on the road, the wind in his ears is like the roar of the sea, Tang Zhihuan ran downstairs, his back was completely sweaty, and the night breeze in midsummer carried residual heat, which could not blow away a layer of sweat on his forehead.

After taking two breaths and pushing open the glass door, the proprietress behind the counter was watching a play, and raised her head when she heard the sound, not the tenant: "Classmate accommodation?" ”

Tang Zhihuan wiped the sweat on his head and took a deep breath: "My girlfriend rented 310. ”

The proprietress smiled and pointed to the elevator.

Song Xixi heard the knock on the door, stuck out her tongue weakly, stunned her hair twice, and carefully unscrewed the door: "Husband, you're here." ”

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Tang Zhihuan's extremely gloomy handsome face.

"Song Xixi, are you fooling me?"

Where there are bad people to pry the door, there are people living on both sides of her next door, and the sound insulation effect is not good, and some sounds that make people blush and heartbeat can be vaguely heard.

Tang Zhihuan's face darkened.

Song Xixi pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and his fair-skinned lotus arms wrapped around his neck like a coquettish:

"If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what if, who knows if there will be bad people in the middle of the night......"

"Believe you, a ghost!"

Tang Zhihuan glanced at her, lowered his dark eyes and was silent, he was really angry.

Song Xixi smiled indifferently, hooked Tang Zhihuan's neck and then leaned back, took Tang Zhihuan to the room, and pushed the door shut with his feet.

Tang Zhihuan was forced to the door panel by her, and there was no way out.

Bo Liang's eyes stared at her quietly, and finally couldn't help but take her cold arm off her neck, revealing a little impatience: "Song Xixi, what are you going to do?" ”

Song Xixi grinned, fiddled with the straps of his backpack, and stepped forward.

A good smell of shampoo hit his face, Tang Zhihuan's heart jumped twice, and he hurriedly lowered his eyelids to hide the light in his dark eyes.

I only heard Song Xixi's soft joke: "I'm going to play a hooligan!" ”

“……”

Tang Zhihuan pushed her away, and his tone was cold: "Song Xixi, you have this ability, what are you asking me to do." ”

has a great ability, and dares to talk to a man about being a hooligan.

Letting go of the eagerness, Tang Zhihuan had the heart to look at the room rented by Song Xixi, there was a spacious desk by the window, an LCD screen hung on the wall, the air conditioner was turned on to 16 degrees, and there was only a spacious double bed.

Suddenly, his face turned much bluer.

He thought that Song Xixi would trick him into coming, but at least there should be two beds!

And the culprit was still grinning, and he was only wearing a loose and cool suspender nightdress, and his cold little hands pulled his big palm flatteringly.

"How's it going, are you satisfied?"