Duan Baiting's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see much emotion. The palm that was just holding her waist to prevent her from falling was gradually retracting.

Gently rub through the soft knit base.

His lips fell, from the gentleness at the beginning to the domineering at the back, it was gradual.

It's like when he gave her a lecture on the phone, afraid that she wouldn't understand, and he explained every step in great detail.

She did not hesitate to exaggerate him: "It's amazing, even better than the teacher." ”

And now, she sank into his superb kissing skills, and did not forget to praise him in a vague tone: "It's amazing." ”

Duan Baiting's eyes darkened, and this time the kiss was tougher and deeper.

The tongue seemed to fill her entire throat.

Her mouth was completely open, she couldn't close it, and she was whimpering with tears.

But instead of crying because she was uncomfortable, alcohol magnified all her senses.

This domineering and tough wet kiss stimulated her heart and fingertips to tremble.

It's not uncomfortable, it's comfortable.

It was very comfortable, comfortable and she wanted to call out.

The liquid is plundered directly from the mouth and is sweet.

Duan Baiting held her in his arms and placed her at the height where he needed to raise his head and kiss her.

The line of his neck is elongated and extended, and the curvature is sexy and seductive.

She heard him swallowing, and he swept hers away.

His tongue was like a domineering robber, preying on the inside of her mouth.

She began to run out of oxygen, she began to run out of water.

"Who am I?" He asked her between kisses, and his voice was full of air.

"Brother." Song Wanyue was in his arms, her body was soft, her voice was soft, her clear eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, as if she had just been bullied, Chu Chu was pitiful, and her voice called him delicately, "Brother Baiting." ”

Brother Bai Ting.

She called him that.

Shouting to the tip of his heart.

His body is refreshed, and his mind is also refreshed.

Satisfied, she put her hand on the top of her fluffy hair and rubbed it.

It's like petting a puppy.

"Good."

Song Wanyue rubbed his palm, completely forgetting the cruel words she had put before drinking.

She's still mad at him.

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In fact, the stomach has been churning for a long time, and it is all alcohol that is causing trouble.

Song Wanyue was really not suitable for drinking, even half a glass was enough to make her feel uncomfortable for the next few days.

Xiaohuan came over with water and knocked on the door, and Duan Baiting reached out for her to pull the hem of her clothes that had been lifted up.

Then he said, "Come in." ”

Xiaohuan was afraid of seeing something that he shouldn't see, his eyes were empty and out of focus, and he put the water cup on the coffee table and left in a hurry.

Duan Baiting took the cup and was just about to feed it to her.

Song Wanyue bent over and spit on him.

“......”

The cleanliness man only frowned, didn't say anything, took off his coat and threw it in the distance.

He took a tissue to wipe the residue off her lips.

The smell of the room was really not good, and he carried her to the study.

Inside, it's more spacious and brighter. After vomiting, my stomach felt much more comfortable, and my brain seemed to be much clearer.

Song Wanyue flipped through the mobile phone.

She said: "You actually eat Zhou Wenyang's vinegar. ”

After being quiet for so long, he suddenly spoke, a little too abruptly. The topic also changed too quickly.

But it was indeed useful, because Duan Baiting's attention was all attracted.

Song Wanyue smiled: "But it's normal for you to eat his jealousy, after all, at school at the time, we were rumored to be a couple." ”

She flipped through her phone for so long, it turned out that she was looking for a photo.

Flip the phone over and point the screen at him: "Look at this." ”

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes, his gaze resting on the white fluorescent mobile phone screen.

That should have been a photo from a long time ago.

Both in the photo are wearing school uniforms.

The high school they attended was one of the best in the city, and their uniforms were up-to-date, not old-fashioned, oversized sportswear.

Rather, it is a checked pleated skirt with a shirt uniform on the bodice.

The girl leaned on the railing and waved to the camera, smiling brightly, her ponytail blown by the wind, and the sunlight seemed to blur her hair into a soft halo.

She is undoubtedly beautiful, bright, and flamboyant.

Like a pink peony blooming in the sun.

And beside her, the impatient teenager is also in the same school uniform. The only difference was that the pleated skirt turned into trousers.

The corners of his mouth were wounded, and he had a pink heart band-aid on his forehead.

His shirt was a mess, as if it had been scratched.

It's really a good match, whether it's age or dress, height difference, or youthful atmosphere.

They look at the same place in the sun.

It seems that he is looking at Duan Baiting, who is holding a mobile phone at this time, through the screen.

At that time, Zhou Wenyang made an appointment with others, and Song Wanyue, who learned the news, went to find him.

The band-aid on her forehead was something she had with her, originally prepared to escape gym class, and who knew it would come in handy so soon.

Duan Baiting didn't speak, his fingers slid his finger over the phone, and after some operation, he put the lock screen of the phone back on the table.

Song Wanyue asked him curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

He raised his eyes calmly: "Delete the photo." ”

Song Wanyue's face collapsed suddenly, and she said unhappily: "What did you delete it for, I am very beautiful in that photo." ”

She gets up to get her phone, as if trying to get the deleted photos back from the trash.

Duan Baiting held her down with one hand to stop her behavior, and with the other hand put the phone farther away.

"The recycle bin has also been deleted." His warm fingertips gently smoothed her slightly furrowed brow, and softly praised her, "It's more beautiful now." ”

Song Wanyue saw that she didn't seem to be angry with him, so she added fuel and vinegar.

"Although I don't have anything to do with Zhou Wenyang, I also had a crush on other people when I was studying. He is the president of the student council, he is very smart, and he is also very good at basketball. There is another one who is in the same grade, and we are in the next class, and he is very handsome. Several others also had brief crushes, although I don't remember much. ”

For her own secret love history, she knows everything.

Duan Baiting didn't say a word, and looked at her silently.

She smiled slyly, but he could tell at a glance that she wasn't lying.

After a moment, he lowered his dark eyes and took a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it.

Biting the cigarette butt, he smiled lightly: "yes, why didn't you stay with them?" ”

Song Wanyue shrugged her shoulders, and the corners of her beautiful mouth raised a flamboyant and bright arc: "Because they are not worthy of me." ”

I don't really like it very much, at best because of a certain point or the atmosphere of the moment.

Or maybe they have something about them that attracts their attention.

For example, she once watched Slam Dunk for a while and became obsessed with someone who could play basketball. So she always glanced at the basketball court, intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course, I noticed the one who played basketball the most.

But he stinks so much that one day she haughtily went to bring him water, and when he came with a red face, she smelled the smell of sweat on his body.

Since then, she has taken a detour when she sees the basketball court.

Duan Baiting left the sofa with his back back, his palms supporting his kneecaps, and he sat in a relaxed and relaxed position. He dragged the ashtray to his hand and dusted off the ashes.

Song Wanyue watched from the side.

She felt from the bottom of her heart that some people were indeed very favored by the Creator.

Even if you smoke a cigarette, you can't take your eyes off it.

Duan Baiting's extremely oppressive aura made it easy for him to become the focus of attention no matter where he appeared.

Even if he deliberately restrained himself at this moment, under the calm and introverted appearance, Song Wanyue could still see the undercurrent surging.

It was an emotion she couldn't see.

She desperately tried to lift the fog that stood between her and him, but no amount of effort was in vain.

Duan Baiting pinched her chin with one hand and asked her lightly, "So you say you like me, and you are the same as those people?" ”

The fingers that had just been caught with the cigarette had the smell of tobacco burning, very faint, mixed with agarwood.

It is his habit of smoking, and he always stuffs a slender agarwood strip into the cigarette butt.

It can reduce nicotine and dilute the smell of smoke.