The door closes.

The room was pitch black.

The soft touch of a dragonfly is left on the side of the face.

As if he had been electrified, half of his body was numb, and he couldn't move.

The floor-to-ceiling windows drew the curtains, and a hint of white light came through the cracks.

After a long time.

Eno touched his face with his fingertips.

Something is wrong with him.

Between her noses, it was not the smell of wine or barbecue cumin, it was the smell of her body.

It's like she's never gone.

The moment the kiss fell, time stood still, no sound could be heard, and the frequency of the heartbeat was endlessly unbalanced.

He was like a pot of boiling water, boiling and heating up.

Really drunk?

No, no, not completely drunk.

Consciousness is extremely clear.

She kissed him.

Extremely light.

He thought that she only existed at the level of a good impression of him or a "life-saver".

For now, that's not the case.

She liked him.

As Eno grew up, his outstanding appearance attracted countless suitors. He has rejected a lot of people, and occasionally he feels tired and feels that being liked is a kind of trouble.

Now, he doesn't seem to think so.

The unconsciously raised corners of the lips are enough to say one thing.

Xu Sui is special to him.

·

Seven days a week, Monday is the saddest.

Xu Sui hates Death Monday.

Monday syndrome, which is characterized by dizziness, tiredness, lack of energy, and anxiety.

She's got it all.

Today's Monday is even more resistant.

That day, while people were drunk, while people were sleeping, and while people were in danger.

On the way home, I was blown by the cold wind for ten or twenty minutes, and the temperature on my face could not be lowered.

Now she has to face the hero of the kissing incident.

She was so weak-hearted.

Resistance is conflict, and you can't go without learning.

Xu Sui got up earlier than the chicken this Monday because of anxiety.

Wash and tidy up the schoolbag and go out, the snail crawls to the school, and the time is still very early.

The family breakfast shop outside the school is foggy, and the family has a clear division of labor, the boss lady makes steamed buns, the boss steames, the boss's mother deep-fried fritters, and the boss's sister cashier packs.

Xu Sui took out a piece of ten yuan from his coin purse and asked for two bean paste packets, a fritter and a cup of soy milk.

After collecting the change she was looking for, she ate as she walked.

Walk slower than anyone else.

"Hey, are you the eighth king?"

When Xu Sui heard it, there was no wave in his heart, and he didn't even want to turn his head to look.

When you're upset, you're annoyed to watch anything.

She even wanted to look at the innocent grass on the side of the road and step on it twice.

Xu Sui's conscience condemned the ideas she generated.

She took a bite of soy milk in one bite of the bun and drank the last sip of soy milk.

Xu Sui pinched the soy milk plastic cup and threw it into the green trash can on the side of the road.

Then the pace was quicker.

She goes to the left, and the man goes to the left, and she goes to the right, and the man goes to the right.

There was a roadblock on the way.

She gave up struggling and ate steamed buns helplessly.

When she met her, Jiang Yan was either angry, or on the way to be angry.

His eyes widened, and the dark circles under his eyes that he had stayed up all night were even bigger, and his tone was fierce, "Didn't you hear what I was talking to?" ”

Xu Sui lied, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, "I didn't hear it." ”

Jiang Yan: "...... Are you the eighth king? Walking so slowly? ”

He had seen this pill piercing head from afar, and his round head was familiar with the back of his head.

The most she showed him was the back of her head, and she saw so much that it was engraved into her memory, so that Jiang Yan could recognize her head through the crowd.

She was so slow that he didn't take a few steps before he was behind her.

Walking so slowly, those who don't know think she's waiting for someone.

So Jiang Yan, a handsome man of 1.84 meters, confidently thought that she was waiting for him.

I thought about going to talk to Bai Bai, but people said they didn't hear it.

Xu Sui was indifferent, "It's nothing, I'll go first." ”

"I'm talking to you." Jiang Yan was so angry that he wanted to kick over the roadside garbage can.

And he did.

But I didn't kick it over, the trash can was too heavy.

Xu Sui faced the problem and the teenager's irritable behavior was surprisingly calm.

Patients, tolerant and inclusive.

She was reasonable, "You scolded me, what do I have to say to you?" ”

Jiang Yan choked and forcibly explained, "Don't you think that Xiao Wang Ba... No, isn't it cute that little turtle crawls slowly? I'm praising you, not scolding you. ”

Xu Sui: "You are really the eighth king." ”

Jiang Yan: "......?" ”

Xu Sui took a bite of the bean paste bun, chewed it slowly, and said after eating: "Didn't you say cute?" I'm complimenting you. ”

Jiang Yan was half angry to death.

But if she said it herself, what she said made sense.

He took a few deep breaths and said business, "Xu Sui, it's my birthday this weekend, and there is a birthday party at home, will you come?" ”

"Happy birthday to you." Xu Sui said politely.

She finished the bean paste bun, threw the plastic bag in the trash, and walked forward.

didn't take two steps before Jiang Yan picked up his schoolbag and pulled it back.

Xu Sui wrote his displeasure on his face.

If she is not happy, Jiang Yan will be happy.

It's not a bit like Eno's dead face.

"What about you? Come or not. ”

"I want to think about it."

Jiang Yan's birthday.

That is, Eno's birthday.

They are twins, and their birthdays are naturally the same day.

Birthday parties should also be held together.

What birthday gift does she want to give Eno, and what does Eno like?

Jiang Yan and the others were impatient.

Come to his birthday party, think about it for so long?

He smacked his tongue and reported the address of the Jiang family, "Xu Sui, if you don't come on the weekend, you will die." ”

Xu Sui was speechless and choked.

Elementary school student behavior.

Jiang Yan came to the classroom one after the other.

She wasn't the first to come to the classroom for the time spent on the road.

Xu Sui's position sat the girl who had changed places with her.

Strange, she looked at the desk next to Eno, where her pink pen holder was placed.

Eno dragged her out of a stool under her desk.

Xu Sui put down his schoolbag and sat down.

Her heart beat a little faster, pretending to be fine, "You convinced her to change?" ”

"She's wanted to change it for a long time."

Sitting next to him, without any communication, anyone will find his iceberg too boring.

Jiang Ye took out a small cake and gave it to Xu Sui, "I bought it from a dessert shop." ”

"Thank you."

She saw that he was no different from usual, everything was normal.

I guess I don't remember what happened after I got drunk.

Thinking about it, she didn't have to be weak.

She kissed him while he was asleep!

It won't be discovered!

Well!

Xu Sui opened the box of the small cake, it was a very mini cake, a small round one, and it was not a cupcake.

It is adorned with strawberries, blueberries and small biscuits, and it is cute and delicate.

She hadn't eaten anything like this.

Xu Sui tasted it, the texture was dense, strawberry-flavored, and there was a strawberry jam filling in the middle.

It's mousse cake.

Icy cold.

Halfway through her meal, she wondered, "Is there a dessert shop that opens at seven o'clock?" ”

The dessert shop where Xu Sui often went to buy bread and order birthday cakes didn't open until nine o'clock.

"Yes." Eno said.

She nodded, unsuspecting, and continued to eat, "Delicious." ”

Eno doesn't know if there is a dessert shop that opens at seven o'clock.

He bought it last night to celebrate his birthday, and thought it tasted good, so he bought her a copy and put it in the fridge to keep what he brought to her today.

She usually seems to love these.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Eno quietly curled his lips, "It's good if you like it." ”