How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The night was drooping outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the starlight was falling, and the bright light of the silver moon leaned in through the light gray window screen.

The house was quiet, and the sound of the movie seemed to be blocked, except for the slow, deep breath of the man.

Dark night charming mind.

Lu Jiaheng's eyes were drooping, and the hair tips were drooping, and the bottom of the eyes was darker than the night outside the window.

At the beginning, Higashiri collapsed into a ball and lay flat on the sofa. His head was held by him, and his posture was strange and uncomfortable.

People slide down bit by bit, and then they will fall.

Hakuchi had to raise his hand to grab him.

Her eyes were shining brightly in the dim light, one hand subconsciously pressed against his chest, while the other hand held him tightly.

Obviously repelled unconsciously, but it seems to trust him completely, relying on his appearance.

Lu Jiaheng paid the heating fee, and the floor heating was well given. At this time, the temperature continued to rise.

Chuchi was sliding down, half of her little buttocks was hanging on the edge of the sofa, she grabbed the cloth behind him, and climbed up, rubbed her legs, her legs moved, and her knees gently scraped the fabric of his inner pants .

Lu Jiaheng sighed lowly, and said dumbly: "Don't rub it."

At the beginning, he didn't dare to move, but he cried with a small face and a rumpled expression, a little wronged: "Lu Jiaheng, I'm about to fall."

The girl under her waist was slender, with a light sweet scent on her body, and her voice was as soft as a feather, and it was silky.

It made people involuntarily start to fantasize that she was lying underneath, slender fingertips holding his back, and crying something else with a crying voice.

He bit his teeth, closed his eyes heavily, and lifted the man with one hand on her waist, throwing her on the sofa almost violently, and the man stood up suddenly.

The sofa cushions are thick and soft, and people can almost sink in when they sit in. They didn't feel fallen when they fell, and they even bounced twice.

She curled up her legs immediately, her feet stepped on the sofa, her chin hidden behind her knees, only showing a pair of bright black eyes, and looked at him ignorantly and timidly.

He stood in front of the sofa with his eyes squinted, his backlight turned his back to the screen of the movie, he could not see the expression, only to feel the condescending sense of oppression and aggressiveness.

Although Churi had never been in contact, she knew something ignorantly. She slowly dragged the pillow she just held, and her exposed toes shrank back, making sure that the whole person was hiding in Behind.

She quietly raised her hand and squeezed her ears, said in a low voice: "Lu Jiaheng, my birthday in January, the age is not yet 18 years old..."

"..............."

Lu Jiaheng: I fucked.

He lifted his eyelids sharply, and murmured swearing in a low voice.

Underage.

He thought she was at least an adult.

Freshman is not usually 18 years old?

What's going on, what's going on?

The picture just imagined in my mind kept running out of control and uncontrollably, and Lu Jiaheng's frontal horns jumped up and down.

Although he just wanted to frighten her, he didn't plan to do anything at all, but at this time, it seemed to be just imagination, which made people feel guilty and burst into an instant, feeling that they had done something unforgivable.

Lu Jiaheng thought he was a beast.

He covered one eye with one hand, and the back of his clean hand was also bursting with blue muscles, and his muscles and bones were distinct.

There was silence in the living room, only the soft Japanese in the movie accompanied by bg.

For a while, he lowered his hands and said in a mute voice: "I didn't plan to do anything."

At first he was not at ease. He stretched his arms and pulled over a pillow. He piled it upright on the pillow just now, and even the sharp points of his head were hidden behind him. He couldn't see it at all.

As if holding a shield steadily, the two pillows shook left and right twice, as if shaking his head to disbelieve him.

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Lu Jiaheng couldn't help but took two steps forward, grabbing the pillow above and throwing it aside with one hand, pulling out the little girl who wanted to bury himself in the sofa pillow, looking down: "Go to bath and sleep."

At first, he shrunk his neck, like a little turtle: "Where do I sleep?"

He didn't speak, and turned her head toward the bedroom with her head.

She wasn't assured yet, she swallowed and looked at him timidly: "Where do you sleep..."

She has just watched it. There is a master bedroom in his family, and another study room with no guest room.

There is no second bed in the whole house, as if to say "our home is just a private space for me, no one is welcome to be a guest, so no guest room nor bed is needed".

Lu Jiaheng's eyelids jumped straight: "...sofa."

There is no door in the master bedroom of Lu Jiaheng's house, and the partition blocks the position of the bed, revealing only a little of the bedside. The light gray gauze curtain is pulled up, and the bedroom behind is faintly dim.

At first, he was very big-hearted. Although he was a little uneasy at first, his bed was so comfortable. In addition, she was so exhausted all day long that she was so sleepy that she fell asleep unconsciously in minutes .

She doesn’t sleep very honestly. At home, she belongs to the type that can be as big as a big bed. Ms. Deng, her first father, is also used to it. At school, the single bed in the bedroom is small. She has no room to play and sleep. Obediently, at this time, no matter how you turn your head and feet, you can't touch the bed sideways. By the middle of the night, she had slept her head to the end of the bed.

Master Lu took a cold, bitter cold water bath in winter, and by the way gold solved his problem with his right hand, fell asleep on the sofa, and helped her pick up a bed of quilts.

Like a hard-working old father.

He stood by the bed, bowed his head, and looked at the girl who was sleeping on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Her nightgown was worn as a nightdress, exposing snowy, slender legs, an arm raised high above her head, holding a pillow, and her hair scattered on the bed sheet.

Just thinking wrong, he thought she had made a lot of progress than when she first met, at least to guard against his Miao Miao has begun to emerge. Now it seems to be totally an illusion, this kind of anti-wolf consciousness, this girl is still not at all.

Lu Jiaheng raised his hand, scratching his hair in disorder, and found for the first time that he was still a gentleman.

He began to reflect on why he jumped up and took his brain to bring people home, and the abduction succeeded and it was beautiful.

This is really a cruel oneself.

Christmas is the exam week in the past. Although the university is basically a good student with good academic performance and hard work on weekdays, the end of the semester is undoubtedly the most intense time for the entire campus.

The courses of all subjects are basically over, all the contents are reviewed, and the number of people in the study room overnight has also increased.

The first day of study is not bad. In the a group of people like this, just pull out a local score that is the first test room of the provincial key high school. The local results can also be ranked on the upper middle.

The so-called if you can’t get a scholarship during college, then passing is about the full score, but the habit of compulsory education plus three years of high school, and passing this kind of awareness is not in the mind of the first garden, so she took the exam for half a week It's all used to study with no heart.

When I fell in love with Lu Jiaheng, Chuichi didn't tell anyone.

There was no intention of concealing it, but it was indeed that he did not have any thoughts to think about it, and no one asked, as if there was no need to talk about it.

Plus Lu Jiaheng seems to be busy during this time.

Chuichi originally thought that he was busy preparing for the exam. After all, he usually seemed to be idle when he was out of school. During this time, he would definitely study hard if he didn't want to leave the school. The School of Economics and Management was far away from them.

In addition to a cup of milk tea in the study room of the library every night.

He didn’t come in and wouldn’t call her. He stood at the door and waited for her to find herself. Every time she looked up, saw him, and put down the pen in her hand, he would bend her lips happily. He smiled softly.

I don't know what it is.

Hakuchi has developed a habit these days, so he sits in front of the door and looks at the door every few minutes.

He came a little late today. Chuchi looked back and forth several times before seeing him until nightfall.

In the cold of early January, the man wore a dark camouflage coat, still habitually not pulling the zipper, leaning against the entrance of the study room, leaning his head and staring at her.

Chuichi raised his head and met his heavy eyes.

Upon seeing him, the little girl's eyes brightened unconsciously.

His eyes met, and he smiled, standing at the spot and slowly spread his arms towards her.

With a smile on his eyes, Chuichi dropped his pen, carefully pushing his chair slowly and standing up without making a sound, and ran towards him with a small step.

She glanced back at the brightly lit study room behind her, and was a little embarrassed. She took him to the stone pillar next to her and walked away, standing in front of him.

The feet given by the heater in the study room did not wear a coat, only a sweater, and the door blew by a cold wind. She shivered and jumped a little with her neck down.

Lu Jiaheng chuckled softly, holding a milk tea bag in one hand, pulling her over with one hand, pulling away her coat and wrapping her whole body in her arms.

His coat was so big that she could wrap her whole person, embrace the warmth, the tip of her nose was rubbing her head, struggling to lift her head, and the tip of her chin against his sweater looked at him: "You come late today La."

Lu Jiaheng was silent, and the jacket wrapped around her and brought the belt to her arms.

Hatsui noticed sensitively that something seemed wrong.

She tilted her head, her chin rubbed a little under his ribs, hugged his waist around, swayed, swayed, and suddenly called him: "Senior."

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes: "Huh?"

"Are you unhappy today?"

Lu Jiaheng stared for a moment: "Why ask so."

Chuichi said very seriously: "You look a lot serious today, and you seem to have become more reliable."

"..."

Lu Jiaheng seemed to laugh, not smile: "It seems that the impression I usually leave you is not very reliable."

The little girl looked at him with big eyes blinking: "You always play hooligans."

Lu Jiaheng smiled lowly, holding her arms tight, "At first, I might be a little busy for a long time after that."

Is Hatori no matter how busy you are, you usually have no time to know what a professional professor looks like.

She nodded: "It's alright, I have to review it too."

Lu Jiaheng didn't speak, holding her sideways, holding her back against the wind to block the cold wind, and the voice was low, almost sighing: "If I have nothing in the future, what can you do if you can't afford it."

His voice fell, and the alarm bell in his head suddenly sounded.

Does he have too many absenteeisms and too many subjects, should he be dismissed by the school?

It is indeed a very serious matter to be forced to quit school without graduating from university, and it may not be easy to find a job in the future.

But his family conditions should still be very good, after all, four-digit sweater.

He seemed to be really troubled, and Chuichi didn’t dare to say that you asked your dad to walk you through the back door. Her small hand touched his waist and belly, and began to imagine what his parents would look like. Like father or mother.

At first, the small theater in the brain reactivated again after a long absence, and the thinking began to drift a little. Last night, Lin Tong and Han Han in the bedroom had their expressions fighting for one night. At this time, the keywords were touched. Randomly said: "It's okay, I stole electric cars to support you."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Lu Jiaheng rarely gave birth to a little heavy emotion and disappeared instantly.