How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

For the third time since he was born, Hatsui was confessed.

Since she was a child, she has grown up beautifully, with good grades, cute and cute, but she doesn't know why. From an early age, she actually feels that she has not been chased.

Except for the oolong when it was small and not very sensible, Lu Jiaheng was the third one after the college entrance examination.

In the living room, the ceiling light was not turned on, and the floor lamp light was dim. Lu Jiaheng leaned over and suspended most of her light.

He squeezed his lips tightly, motionless, and bowed his head to wait for her answer. There was something tight in his mind, and there seemed to be some unprecedented strangeness surrounding him.

At first, the whole person was hidden under his figure, and there was a moment of dullness.

She grabbed the loose collar of his shirt, her eyes widened, and she reacted for a while.

She wondered if she had just heard it wrong or misunderstood what he meant. She looked up unconsciously, and her eyes fell on his thin red eyes and deep eyes.

His condition did not look very good, his lips were slightly lifted, and he was still gasping slightly.

Each gasp brought a scorching temperature and set off a heat wave between the two.

Her first heartbeat thundered, and she even felt that her heart would pop out of her throat in the next second. It seemed that there was fire burning all over her. She even felt that she had a fever.

This feeling, at least when Yin Mingshuo confessed to her, she absolutely did not.

Like a small teapot that was boiled, Hakuchi felt that steam had spewed out of his ears and made a beeping sound.

She opened her mouth slightly, trembling in her throat, stuttering you, you, me, me and me for a long time.

Hatsumi took a deep breath, frowned slightly, and the hand holding his shirt was loose, and the soft little hand snapped directly on his face: "What are you talking about!"

As she struggled to recoil, she kicked off her slippers and stepped on the sofa, rolled her head, arched her head toward the gap under his arm, tried to drill out, and crawled on the sofa with hands and feet.

The cotton nightdress was rubbed a bit by this movement, and the skirt slightly rubbed up to reveal a white and tender thigh.

This posture is a bit bad.

Chuchi rubbed out very quickly and crawled to the other end of the sofa quickly. As a result, half of his body had not yet gone out, and he was dragged back by the ankle.

Chuchi shouted in horror, and was dragged back into his shackles again.

She only had time to turn over the person, and her wrist was crushed.

Chu Zhiping lay on the sofa, his dark eyes sparkled with shame, and the whole person turned red, anxiously and angrily struggling to sit up.

Lu Jiaheng squeezed between her legs on one knee, pressed a little bit of the fabric of the night skirt skirt, and clasped her wrists with her hands, like a huge mountain, letting her pounce like a fish underneath, still not. move.

Her legs rubbed against his trousers from time to time, and the cloth rubbed. Lu Jiaheng closed her eyes slightly, and said dumbly, "Don't move."

Churi grabbed the sofa cushion and walked up, so angry that he couldn't get up: "Then you're up!"

Lu Jiaheng pursed his lips and said, "Try it."

Chuchi thrashed for a while, and found it completely useless. He simply gave up, lying on the sofa like a corpse, without a good air: "I don't try!"

"do you hate me?"

Chuchi blushed, his voice was very thin, very small: "I don't hate..."

"That like?"

"..."

Lu Jiaheng dragged her wrist up a bit, pressed down, and repeatedly asked, "Do you like it?"

Hakuchi didn't rush to the beginning: "I don't like it."

He stopped talking.

Hatsui didn't dare to turn her head sideways. Too close, she almost touched the tip of her nose as soon as she turned her head.

After a while, he sighed low and released the hand that pressed her wrist. The man straightened up slowly.

At the beginning, Higashiri rolled up and down, and hurried down the ground. The rabbit ran across the coffee table and stood a long distance away.

She covered her blushing face with both hands, and Jingliang's eyes stared at him fiercely, exhaling: "Lu Jiaheng, are you perverted! King Bastard! Rogue!"

As soon as she was out of danger, she was alive. The whole life was alive and well, and she tried her best to scold him with the fiercest words that she could scold in her life.

Lu Jiaheng turned over and leaned back into the sofa again, listening to her softly cursing there, and chuckled softly: "Sorry, I can't bear it."

I was so angry that I wanted to stamp my foot: "Why are you so unreasonable! Don't dream! I'm not that kind of person!"

He raised his eyelashes: "Which kind of person."

Chuchi couldn't say it. After a while, she took a deep breath and adjusted her emotions. She frowned and looked at him: "Lu Jiaheng, don't tease me like this."

Lu Jiaheng frowned slightly.

"You can't always have such an attitude towards girls," she pursed her lips, her dark eyes darkened, and her long eyelashes drooped. "When you meet a girl you really like, you will scare people away. of."

Lu Jiaheng didn't speak.

Churi lowered his eyes, not looking at his expression.

There was no sound in the living room. After a long silence, he spoke slowly, his voice as soft as a whisper, and sighed lowly: "Are you scared away..."

Hatsumi nodded heavily, not speaking.

When she thought that he would meet the girl she liked in the future, she had a sore nose.

He will also meet such a girl in the future. He will treat her carefully, will pursue it with heart, and will take care of him seriously, instead of being casual and frivolous like treating her now.

Chuchi wrinkled his nose for the first time, pressing down the bursts of astringency in his heart, and his voice was soft: "You take the medicine and go to bed early, and if you sleep, you will have a fever."

She said and walked into the room.

Lu Jiaheng still maintained his original posture, motionless.

Churi bypassed the coffee table and walked across the sofa. He raised his hand and grabbed her.

Her hands are strong, and her wrists are hurting slightly.

Chuichi frowned and turned his head, just wanting to speak.

Lu Jiaheng sat on the sofa and looked up at her.

His lip color was just pale and scary, but at this time it looked like he was colored, with an abnormal ruddy color: "Don't run."

It was a bit unclear at first, so it was a little unknown.

"I haven't chased the girl before, I don't know what to do, it probably scared you," Lu Jiaheng stared at her seriously and intently with dark eyes, coughing softly in a depressive voice, and his voice was low. If you don’t like me, it’s okay. If you don’t like it, you can change it. It may be a bit slow. Wait for me, don’t run too far, okay?”

For the first night, he barely closed his eyes.

She felt that Lu Jiaheng's brain was probably burnt out.

Did something weird and said something weird.

Maybe the forty-two-degree thermometer was not bad. He really burned so high.

Early the next morning, when I was awakened, the others did not know when to leave, and the quilts were neatly folded, as if he had never been there.

The only thing that can prove his existence is the breakfast on the restaurant table.

Several transparent round take-out boxes, crystal shrimp dumplings, steamed pork ribs, a chicken claw, a bowl of porridge.

She walked over and touched the porridge, still warm.

Chuchi struggled for a while, or sat down to finish breakfast, laid around at home for a whole morning, loaded things up, and sleepwalked back to school on the subway.

Christmas is another two weeks, and the bedroom is filled with a joyful atmosphere. Xue Niannan didn’t know where to get the four Christmas hats. Lin Tong bought a lot of long colorful socks online and gave them to them alone. I sent a pair and asked them to hang in front of the bed for two weeks, and there will be Santa Claus stuffing gifts inside.

Chuichi is the kind of silly white sweet who prefers to have untrustworthy. In the eighteen years of his life, he finds gifts in Christmas socks every Christmas morning, although it was stuffed by his father.

But she still hung with interest, and there were several at the head and the end of the bed.

A few girls twittered about what kind of activities to do on Christmas day. At the beginning, he briefly forgot about Lu Jiaheng and joined the discussion with great enthusiasm.

Near the end of the semester, each course has also entered the key stage, everyone has become diligent, and the first day they got up early the next day, bought breakfast on the road and went to the classroom while eating, ready to occupy a front Good location.

They had arrived early enough, and as soon as they entered the door, most of the classrooms were gone.

At first, they did not make any mistakes, biting the buns and picking a slightly back row in the middle.

Within a few minutes, the people in the classroom were almost here.

Hakuchi never saw so many people in a big class.

They were Ma Zhe and Class 3 of the advertisement. They sat at the edge of the garden, and there was a space at the edge of the edge. After they sat down for a while, the desk was knocked twice.

At the time, Chuichi was biting the bun and hanging his head to play the mobile phone. He heard the sound and looked up.

Xiao Yi stood there against the light and asked her, "Is there anyone here?"

There was a bean paste bag in his mouth at the beginning, blinking his eyes and shaking his head.

The squad leader smiled at her: "I'll take a seat."

Chuichi swallowed the bean paste in his mouth and smiled, "You sit down."

"It's not about asking for your permission," Xiao Yi joked. While putting the book on the table, he was just about to sit down and was shot twice on the shoulder: "Hey."

Xiao Yi and Chu Zhi turned their heads at the same time.

Lu Jiaheng stood there, carrying a shoulder bag, quite a bit like a good student: "This is my position."

He reached out and picked up the book he had just put on the desk and handed it to him, said lazily: "I'm sorry, can I make it?"

Although the tone of inquiry, he did not mean any inquiry.

Xiao Yi frowned, but the person didn't move.

The two stood at the table and stared at each other. Their heights were almost the same. Lu Jiaheng was a little taller than Xiao Yi. At first, he was sitting, his head sore and his neck was sore, and he could only see their nostrils.

The two mountains stood there, a little conspicuous, and the people around looked at it one after another.

Lightning stone fire flashes thunder, the silent battle continued for a while, Xiao Yi first spoke: "Three shifts?"

Xiao Yi is the class leader, and in the student union, he is somewhat impressed by the same level in the department, even if he doesn't know him. He knows that he is not an advertising department at all.

"No," Lu Jiaheng admits generously, the beautiful peachy eyes are slightly raised, and he dragged his mouth and said, "Come to the girl you like."