Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo took her coat. At this point, she no longer wanted to ask where he got the coat from. She just wiped it and said unyieldingly, "I saw your nose bleed, and you saw my nose runny. We're even now."

"Okay, we're even. Give it to me!" Seeing that Zhuge Qinuo had finished wiping his nose, Mi Bei took the coat back.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Why keep it? It's dirty! Throw it away."

"What if someone needs it later?" Mi Bei said, "Besides, it's uncivilized to throw away garbage wherever you go."

These two reasons left Zhuge Qinuo with no room for rebuttal.

Although she said it was fair, in her heart, one was war damage and the other was embarrassment, and this dress was proof of her embarrassing moment. But she was also worried that she would have a runny nose again. She just followed Mi Bei's wishes and gave it to her without caring where he would put it.

"Then, wait." Mi Bei said again. Zhuge Qinuo couldn't imagine what ugly thing he had discovered about her, but the eldest brother was injured, so he could only follow his lead and stop obediently.

Then I saw Mi Bei unzipping his jacket completely.

"Oh my God, the law of idol dramas has come late, and the man must take off his clothes and put them on the woman, right?" She thought so, a little at a loss.

He said quickly, "Hey, don't take it off. Don't give it to me. You are a sick soldier. You will easily catch a cold and it will be difficult to recover."

Mi Bei: "I didn't say I was going to take it off for you."

It seems that the truth law of idol dramas is not necessarily accurate.

Zhuge Qinuo felt extremely embarrassed by the moment created by Mi Bei, a straight man of steel. She knew very well that she would definitely not want his clothes, but he didn't even show any courtesy!

All right! Zhuge Qinuo could only force a forced smile in his heart.

Anyway, I've been numb to so many embarrassing moments tonight, so what does this little bit of self-conceit matter?

next second...

"Hold the sleeve." Mi Bei's weak voice was accompanied by a shadow, and she had been covered in Mi Bei's jacket.

Moreover, after hearing what Mibei said, she pulled her sleeves obediently as if it was a conditioned reflex.

Before she could fully react, Mibei took a step to the side in pain. When he came back, a corner of his jacket was free.

By the time she realized her current situation, Mi Bei was already speaking: "You're so cold." His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

At the same time, the hand he pulled out of his jacket was placed on her shoulder.

Although there was not much difference between the way Zhuge Qinuo was holding him now and just now, except for his warm palm covering her little arm, and without the barrier of the jacket, she was leaning against Mi Bei who was only wearing a vest, and his scent, breath and temperature were more direct.

Zhuge Qinuo's heart was beating wildly. Compared with that night, it was no less intense. After all, tonight, they were awake.

"In this way, won't both of us be cold?" Feeling the coldness and a little familiar softness of Zhuge Qinuo's body, Mi Bei's heart also rippled. He expressed it gently, but in a harmless and innocent tone.

"Yes, you are the smartest." Zhuge Qinuo replied.

She suppressed the damned, girlish heart that shouldn't have risen. She admitted a thousand times that the law of truth would come late. It was just that the young people nowadays were beyond her imagination.

"Even if you say I have no clothes, I will share my clothes with you." With her heart beating faster and her head filled with the smell of Mibei, she couldn't help but say this.

Mi Bei: "It started again?" He was no longer surprised that Zhuge Qinuo could recite poems.

When Zhuge Qinuo was asked this question, the word "again" seemed particularly abrupt.

She felt that it was too pedantic to say such a line of poetry at this time, but she still finished it: "'I have no clothes, so I will share my clothes with you', and there is another line after that, 'I will walk with you'. This poem is beautiful, and it is very appropriate for us now, isn't it?"

Very beautiful? Although he knew that her poetry reserve was absolutely no problem, Mi Bei didn't quite understand what such a tragic poem had to do with beauty.

"Don't forget, we are friends for life and death, and we have a 'revolutionary friendship.'" She emphasized the term 'revolutionary friendship' to remind herself not to think too much.

The wind in the middle of the night was chilly. Although Zhuge was on the inside of Mibei's jacket, there was still a slight chill in the air where their bodies were not close.

"A-choo." Zhuge Qinuo sneezed loudly again. This time there was no snot, but her body bent down instinctively, and her head rubbed against Mi Bei's chest.

"Ah." Mibei cried out.

"Ah, what's wrong, is everything okay..." Zhuge Qinuo asked worriedly, turning around in his jacket, but Mi Bei did not stop.

If she just accidentally touched Mi Bei's chest, then this time, she hit him head-on. Zhuge Qinuo was dragged by Mi Bei by inertia, and her body weight unconsciously fell backwards. She instinctively grabbed Mi Bei's vest on both sides of his waist. In a flash, Mi Bei stopped, quickly held the back of her head with his hands, and pressed it back to her chest.

Instead of rolling on the ground, the two bodies were pressed tightly together.

Her face even leaned against Mi Bei's skin at her low neckline.

"It's safe!" Mi Bei patted her shoulder gently, "If you don't let go, you'll tear my vest."

"Oh, okay." Zhuge Qinuo let go of his hand.

Mi Bei: "Also, just now, you grabbed my flesh."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Huh?" She turned around.

"Come closer, walk carefully. If I pull you again, my hands will break and the flesh on my waist will be torn." Mi Bei still spoke in a relaxed tone. His voice was also very low, and the arm on Zhuge Qinuo's shoulder shrank a little.

She didn't know what he would do next, and she tightened her arms around Mi Bei's waist. The two of them moved closer, so close that she seemed to hear his heartbeat.

Mi Bei smiled unconsciously: "The shampoo smells quite good. What brand is it?"

Zhuge Qinuo, who was already in the state of girlish tension, became even more confused after hearing these words.

He was actually smelling his hair? What a pervert! I was glad I took a nice shower before going out.

"Oh, just walk honestly. It's not a brand. In the future, find a shampoo spokesperson and give me some to try. Then you don't have to ask me what brand it is. And I only smell the scent of shampoo? And there's also the scent of perfume. Isn't it nice?" Zhuge Qinuo spoke incoherently and randomly, and he showed that defensive provocation again.

"It smells good." Mi Bei still answered softly, with a calm tone and no expression on his face.

"Haha!" Zhuge Qinuo laughed at this fool who had fallen into the trap. Finally, he stopped sneaking around and using his sense of smell like a dog.

Mibei: “What are you laughing at!”

"Perfume? You don't even know that this is Six God? The pride of domestic products, 10 yuan a bottle, you deserve it." Zhuge Qinuo explained with a smile, as if this was something very funny.

"Ha!" Mibei also laughed.

This was not what she wanted: "What are you laughing at?"

"Want to know? Put your hand here." Mi Bei said mysteriously.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Isn't this helping you? There are no hands."

Mibei: “Stretch it out!”