Jianghuai's Adam's apple surged up and down, and Song Slow, who was watching, had a tight throat, and bit his lip fiercely before coming back to his senses.

"Times...... It's early......" Song said slowly.

"Then if you touch my ear, is it a hooligan?" Jiang Huai smiled and tilted his head to look at her, the smile was not a hearty smile, but a little holding back, wanting to laugh but not smiling.

The already moist eyes were dyed with a layer of frost-like mist because of this action, and Song Slow, who saw it, was so flustered that he quickly withdrew his hand.

"When you pretend to be your boyfriend, just touch my buttocks, how do you touch my ears?" It's okay that Jiang Huai didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Song Slow remembered the slap she gave Jiang Huai on the ass.

It's soft, glutinous, and it's quite elastic......

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Huai reached out and flicked her eyebrows, "Say, how do you count?" ”

Song slowly snorted and pushed his hand away: "You touched my ears just now." ”

"That's when I didn't have time." Jiang Huai said it rightly.

"What time?"

"Time to pretend to be your boyfriend."

Song was in a hurry: "You are cheating!" ”

"What can you do with me?" Jiang Huai grasped Song Slow's temperament and gradually softened.

"Me!"

Song slowly stretched out his index finger and pointed it at his nose fiercely, and I didn't say a word for a long time, but his face was purple and blue.

Just when Jiang Huai thought she had nothing to say, Song Slow suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck with one hand, and broke his face with the other hand, looking directly at her.

The elk-like eyes flickered, and Jiang Huai was at a loss for what to do. Song grinned and grinned as she climbed his body, trying to make him hear what she said.

"Forget it, if you cheat, you can cheat, anyway, brother, you ......"

Song Slow Cherry opened and closed his small mouth, and his warm breath lightly scratched the root of Jiang Huai's ear.

"The butt is quite warped, and it feels good. I'll reluctantly make it difficult for you to deduct it. ”

Song slowly let go of him with a smile, and carefully helped him tidy up his collar when he was far away, and slipped away without looking back in the next second.

Jiang Huai bit his lower lip, helplessly looked back at Song Slow, who was struggling to move forward in the snow and wrapped like a polar bear, and lowered his head and laughed.

lived for more than 20 years, and let an eighteen-year-old girl flirt.

He raised his hand and touched his ears that were so hot that they were red, and remembered Song Slow's nonsense mouth, his body stiffened slightly, and he smiled again.

Sure enough, he was old, and after a few words of teasing by a little girl, he couldn't pull out his legs.

Jiang Huai raised his hand to catch a few fluttering snowflakes, pure white and flawless, like someone's face.

There seemed to be a sweet warm winter smell in the air, and the entire campus was covered in snow and ice.

The world was silent, only the heartbeats of two people confronted each other, beating the ambiguous second hand, and every moment was catalyzing the heartbeat.

The first snow was not bad.

Favorite people...... Seems to like me too.

Not bad.

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Two weeks later, Song finished his final exams.

After the filming of Ding Can's online drama ended, he discussed with the website to meet Song Slow in the past two days.

"It's still more than a month before the Chinese New Year, so early?"

Jiang Huai leaned against the door frame and watched Song slowly pack his luggage, feeling depressed, "Don't stay a little longer?" ”

"There's nothing to stay for," Song slowly gritted his teeth and stuffed his suitcase, "I'm about to have osteoporosis when I take the school exam." ”

"Going out to have fun?" Jiang Huai walked over and pulled her up, and walked out without saying a word.

"Where to go? I bought a ticket to go home in three days......"

"Retreated."

In the middle of the sentence, the door of the rental house was opened. I saw Jiang Cheng rushing in with his suitcase and hugging Song Slow.

Meng Fuqing followed up slowly, ignoring the two good sisters who had reunited after a long absence, and slapped Jiang Huai's shoulder.

"I brought the people, what do you want to do?"

I saw Jiang Huai staring at Song Slow with a resentful face, like an angry little daughter-in-law, "Be a roadblock." ”

"I think you're just like your sister, you're a tiger." Meng Fuqing looked at Song Slow with interest and spoke again.

"A tiger in the mouth of a tiger."