Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The body is her own, and she naturally knows how to control her proportions.

There will never be what Mencius said, dehydration and death.

But this kind of rhetoric sounded more like arrogance and sophistry to the other party. Meng Ziheng didn't know what he was angry about. He rolled up his sleeves and snorted coldly, "Whatever you want." After that, he never looked at Song Ye again. Step away.

Song Ye was helpless and didn't know where Meng Ziheng's temper more fickle than a woman came from. He simply lay on the hospital bed, blowing the fan, exhaled softly, and closed her eyes. These five kilometers really made her tired. broken.

The wind gently rolled the curtains, casting shadows in mid-air, and the fragrance of jasmine flowers on the windowsill was carried into the room.

When Qin Zhan came over, the doctor had already taken care of other students, the room was silent, and half a delicate face was exposed behind the white curtain. At this time, the boy on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep.

Approaching the past, I can still see the two blushes on the small face caused by excessive exercise. The red blush completely subverts the youth's cold breath and looks much softer.

Qin Zhan stretched out his fingertips and brushed away the wet hair from her forehead. The soft hair ran across her fingertips. The boy still didn't wake up, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, and he slept soundly.

Thinking of the boy's blushing face and trying to endure on the plane that day, Qin Zhan couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, his eyes softened in an instant, he leaned down and leaned over gently, his straight body bowed at ninety degrees. A little bit closer to the boy's sleeping face.

The young man's hair still smelled of sweat, his thin body floated up and down gently between his breaths, and there were signs of exhaustion between his eyebrows. Looking at her from a close distance like this, it made people realize that her facial features were so small and delicate that they were flawless. The beauty of the whole face is like a work of art carefully crafted by God, immature and green, full of the sweet taste of youth.

The moment he put on that thin--lip, Qin Zhan couldn't help letting out a long sigh in his heart. After confirming his heart, every time he met, every time he missed, every time he remembered, he was secretly thinking about it. Reminiscing, reminiscing about the pair of frozen pink -- tender -- lips -- petals under the water pool. He was regretting it again, regretting that he didn't remember her taste more clearly at that time, and that he didn't continue that mouth longer.

The boy's lips are very beautiful, the two thin slices have a faint fan, and they often look sharp because of the cold look, but now they don't go up, the horny feeling is unexpectedly soft - soft and clean, it seems to be still There is such a faint fragrance lingering on the nose.

Qin Zhan originally just wanted to come and see her body, but he was so nervous that he moved his body before his brain and kissed her.

After the kiss, he found that he still wanted more and wanted to get more of the boy.

Knowing that Song Ye is a very keen and vigilant person, it is dangerous enough to stick to his lips, but Qin Zhan is still obsessed with the top-opening her teeth, long-drive-straight in, little by little, gentle and meticulous Savor all her details.

Bang Bang, his heart seemed to be hit by the electric current and began to beat wildly, the deafening sound covered the melodious sound of cicadas on the trees outside.

He closed his eyes gently, feeling his cheeks hot, his hands resting on the sides of the bed and pressing the sheets, his veins clenched violently, this 26-year-old late comer, obviously feeling too strong.

In his sleep, Song Ye sensed the approaching breath, and his body instinctively wanted to respond, but his dehydrated and tired body was like being filled with lead, and it was difficult to even move a finger. Can't stand it.

Suddenly, she smelled a familiar faint smell of tobacco on the person's body. The familiar smell made her stiff and defensive limbs relax again. It seemed that a voice in her heart was telling her that this person would not hurt her. .

There was a soft-soft hornworm feeling on the lips, and the warm breath touched her eyelids, making people want to avoid it, but the next second, the lips were separated, and the soft-soft touch was silent. The pressure of the hornworm feeling was a little heavy, with a hint of domineering-invasion-into her mouth, wantonly intruding on her peace.

A familiar taste filled the mouth immediately, a slightly bitter, but not unpleasant, tobacco smell, a taste that reassured and felt safe.

The owner of this scent won't hurt herself, so she doesn't need to resist, so she gave up her resistance and passively and calmly accepted the other party's gentle care and wanton occupation.

It's just that the owner of this flavor... Who is it?

Thinking back and forth in her tired mind, she couldn't find any results, until the base of her tongue was a little numb from the kiss, and she wanted to protest.

"Hmm..." The protest was a slight moan, so faint that it was almost negligible, but just after the sound, she felt the smudge on her lips disappear.

The faint tobacco smell lingering on the nose was replaced by another breath, a cool hand was placed on his forehead, Song Ye's heart suddenly alarmed and he meditated, suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep, and his shot was as fast as lightning. He clasped the opponent's wrist, and those unfocused eyes stared at the incoming person so gloomily and coldly.

"Hey, why are you crazy?" The person who came here gasped and cursed in pain.

In the blink of an eye, Song Ye was already awake, and he could clearly see the face of the person who came. It was Meng Ziheng.

Realizing that the other party was going to take his own temperature just now, Song Ye silently released his hand and asked in a dry voice, "Who was here just now?"

Hearing this, Meng Ziheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't know, I saw the school doctor was not there just now, and I didn't see anyone before or after."

no one? Song Ye frowned slightly, always feeling that something happened when he fell asleep... Heh, I remembered it just now, but when Meng Ziheng came up to it with one hand, I completely forgot.

She coughed softly and sat up straight.

Meng Ziheng turned around and poured the water with great discernment, "Don't move, the doctor said you need to rest." Although his mouth was hostile, looking at Song Ye's weak face, he still had a gentlemanly demeanor and took the initiative to take care of people.

It was only after the water was poured that he was stunned. When he went out just now, there was obviously no kettle on the table, and the water was still warm. He raised his eyes and glanced around, but he didn't find half a figure, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, but he didn't care much.

Looking at the person on the hospital bed sipping water, with red lips like a little girl, Meng Ziheng never expected this person to be so stubborn in his bones, and he had a bad temper.

"I have something else to do later, do you have any friends over to watch you?" Meng Ziheng asked.