My Back Table is Actually Gabriel

Hua Ye reached out to catch the pillow and asked, "Does your mouth feel comfortable now?"

(Oh my God!)

(How dare you have the nerve to ask such a question...how can you be so thick-skinned!)

(Magic arrows can't even shoot through it?)

"If it's still uncomfortable," Hua Ye put down the pillow and bent down again, "then do it again."

"You, you get out!"

Wei Nai was so angry that her eyes went dark, she almost fainted, bit her lower lip, got out of bed and drove Hua Ye out, "Get out quickly! I don't want to see you again!"

I want to kiss you again, it's not bad if I didn't kill you!

……

Hua Ye was pushed out of the door by Wei Nai, stood still, turned around and said:

"Then I'm going back, and you should go back to bed and sleep quickly. You need to sweat now, and you can't blow the wind, otherwise the symptoms may become serious."

"Understood, hurry up and leave!"

After driving Hua Ye away, and then locked the door, Wei Nai went back to the bedroom, turned off the light, and stuffed herself under the covers like an ostrich.

After a while, a hand stretched out and grabbed the Snoopy pillow into the bed.

Then Wei Nai hugged the pillow and rolled around in the bed.

"In the past, you obviously seldom talked, and you seemed to be indifferent to everything. How can you become so... so obscene?"

"Is it true that, as Lafite said, male high school students are full of such lustful things in their heads?"

"He really turned into a carnivore!"

"..."

While thinking wildly, the phone vibrated suddenly.

Wei Nai reached out to take the phone under the bed, and found a message from Hua Ye on the screen: "I'm home."

"So fast?"

Wei Nai was surprised, and looked at the time carefully, only to find that more than ten minutes had passed.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Ye sent another message: "Are you asleep?"

Originally, I didn't want to pay attention to Hua Ye anymore, but I always felt uncomfortable not replying to other people's messages. Wei Nai hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Sleep!"

"How can you still send messages when you are asleep?"

"Because you woke me up again!"

Hua Ye: "When you get up tomorrow morning, tell me if your cold is better. If not, I'll help you treat it."

How to treat?

Could it be that he still kissed himself forcefully like before?

That's not treatment, but to let yourself catch a cold too!

Wei Nai: "If it's not cured, I don't need you to cure it. I will buy cold medicine myself."

Hua Ye: "But the school festival will start the day after tomorrow."

Talking about the school festival again, I will not step on the same trap a second time!

Wei Nai: "Dirty!"

Hua Ye (serious face): "How can you say something obscene about curing diseases and saving lives?"

Wei Nai bit her lower lip and turned over in the bed: "Then you are shameless!"

"..."

Looking at the time, a long time had passed before he knew it, Wei Nai rubbed his eyes, "I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to sleep."

After clicking send, he said another sentence worriedly: "Don't reply to me!"

Wei Nai has an obsessive-compulsive disorder, that is, when someone sends a message, she can't help but want to reply, and then don't sleep.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Hua Ye didn't reply, Wei Nai put the phone on the bedside table, hugged the pillow and got ready to sleep.

Just can't sleep anyway.

As long as you close your eyes, what happened just now will appear in front of you clearly.

Although I really don't want to admit it, but that feeling is really not annoying, Wei Nai can only use the way of diverting attention to keep herself from thinking about it.

"The doors and windows have been closed, and the gas valve in the kitchen has been tightened..."

"By the way, today's diary hasn't been written yet...do you want to get up and write it now?"

"Forget it...let's make it up when you get up tomorrow morning, or you'll be in trouble if your cold gets worse..."

"Can't sleep, how about counting sheep?"

"But counting sheep is only effective for Westerners, because the pronunciation of sheep is very similar to the pronunciation of 'sleep', and counting sheep can serve as a psychological suggestion..."