this life is waiting

During the few days of the final exam, the school always gave me a feeling of being on the verge of extinction. The bright sunshine outside couldn't take away the gloomy atmosphere. Everyone walked in a hurry like a walking dead.

And the person who has passed the exam is the uncle, regardless of the matter of failing the exam, just two full months of summer vacation is enough to make people happy physically and mentally.

I am the uncle who finished the exam, and I am paralyzed in the dormitory right now with my feet up.

This time, I did not hesitate to buy the same bus as He Cheng to go back. Her last class was a bit later than mine. In fact, I really wanted to wait for her outside her exam room, but this seemed exaggerated, and what if Zhao Jia See, she will laugh at me.

Recently, Yuyu and Zhao Jia really teamed up to make fun of me every chance they got. I should really reflect on myself. Is my love for He Cheng so obvious? !

Both Yuyu and Xuemei have gone home. It’s been a long time since I was left alone in the dormitory. I feel a little nostalgic. After this nostalgia lasted for 1 minute, all that’s left is boredom.

I checked Weibo with my mobile phone for a while, looked at the time on the mobile phone, and thought about going to change at 10:40, but when I was concerned about the time again, it was already 42 minutes, hesitated for a second, and decided to change at 45.

So this morning, at 11:[-], I was still sitting on a chair and checking Weibo.

It made me stand up from the chair because of the knock on the door. I finally put down my phone and ran over. It was He Cheng who opened the door, wearing a white suspender dress and standing with a ponytail.

I took a step back to look at her, the sunlight came from the window, covering part of the edges and corners of her body, obviously still, but the corners of the skirt seemed to be fluttering with the breeze, half real, half fake.

I said, "Is this what you wear for the exam?"

After hearing this, she looked down and looked up at me in doubt: "What's wrong?"

It's too pretty, I'm really worried about letting such a girlfriend out, she doesn't have to do anything but tease others, and she has to bear the risk of others teasing her.

It's so horrible, I feel like I should take the dress off with my own hands, just to cure my panic.

On the one hand, I don’t want to present this He Cheng in front of everyone, and on the other hand, I want the whole world to know that I have such a beautiful girlfriend. I am really conflicted.

I pulled her in from the outside and closed the door.

We bought the car close to dinner and still had a lot of time.In the past, as soon as the exam was over, and as soon as the holiday was off, I wished I could get in the car and go home immediately, but now it is a little different. When He Cheng sent me the shift schedule, I agreed without thinking about it. If it was before, I would definitely choose The earlier class.

What people miss more than home is her, and I just want to stay with her for a while.

If my mother knew about this kind of thinking, she would definitely pick my skin off.

Before going to college, we had an in-depth discussion on future love issues. At that time, I was alone and alone, and I couldn't understand at all what she said that when I have someone I like in the future, I will put the other person first. Although the home is still there, family affection and love can no longer be equal.

I firmly denied her, saying that your daughter is not such a person, what love is, is worse than bullshit.

Zhou Xiaoyi walks on the road of face slapping every day, step by step, inch by inch.

He Cheng, who has only known each other for less than a year, has risen to an equal status with her parents, but now I, who just want to accompany her and don’t want to go home, feel very guilty.

When I was tidying up the things on the bed, she sat on the stool and folded my messy clothes one by one and put them in the box.

After I tidied up my pillows, I moved a chair and sat down opposite her. She had sorted and folded my things. Clothes were clothes, trousers were trousers, and the toiletries I threw to her were also packed in bags. Li, she looks like a very good wife.

I watched her hands happily roam my dress, smoothing out the creases, and I felt a surge of satisfaction in my heart.

I asked, "Have you tidied up your things?"

Because she lowered her head, the hair on the back of her head hung on her shoulders. As she moved, the hair swept along with her, fell into the collarbone, and ran out again.

I heard her murmur.

This is not fun anymore, we are now a couple who pay attention to each other, she has arranged my clothes now, I should also arrange her clothes.

I won't say, I just want to know her certain size.

Watch as she pulls out a short black dress from the pile of clothes and throws it in the air.

"Your?" she asked.

I nodded and smiled: "I bought it impulsively when I was a freshman, and I haven't worn it."

She grabbed the collar and looked back and forth several times, then handed it to me, "Show me how to wear it."

Maybe knowing that I would refuse, she immediately rolled up the clothes and threw them into my arms, stood up and pushed me to the bathroom door forcefully. When I still refused, she whispered in my ear: "No Listen and I'll change it for you."

This sentence successfully pushed me into the bathroom, and a few minutes later, I came out wearing a skirt awkwardly, because I didn't have safety pants, and I felt very cool underneath.

I'm talking about thighs, don't get me wrong.

The zipper of this dress is on the back. When I was changing it just now, I wondered if she would go out and let her zip me up. This kind of detail must be very attractive. Although I can’t see it, if she put her hand on the zipper behind me Up, pulling it up inch by inch, covering my skin and my underwear, this kind of see-through movement, just thinking about it, already makes people's hearts surge.

However, I tried it casually, and found that the zipper could be pulled up with my own strength.

This design is about to be criticized, how can we deprive this kind of taste.

When she saw me coming out, she looked up from the box. In fact, I kind of hoped that there would be a surprised expression on her face, which meant that I still looked good in this dress, and that it could also show that Zhou Xiaoyi was actually a It's very beautiful, if she compliments me a few more times, I'll be humble again, and she compliments me four more times, one back and one back, it's really wonderful.

But she didn't.

Although the eyes are scrutinizing, in my opinion, this look is very similar to my mother picking pork in the vegetable market.

This look made me take a deep breath and draw back my waist.

A few seconds later, she stood up from the chair, took my hand and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, I looked at us in the mirror, watched her smile at me, and then grabbed all my hair in her hand He opened his hands, and his hair was loosely draped behind his back.

She put her arms around my waist, looked at me in the mirror, and whispered in my ear, "Smile."

I smiled to myself, and saw Zhou Xiaoyi in the mirror showing deep dimples, and He Cheng beside her smiling with satisfaction.

She turned her head to look at me, stretched out her hand to tidy up my bangs, took off the hair tie from my wrist, and skillfully tied my hair up high with her hands, wrapping it into a bun.

After tying it up, I shook my head a few times, and it was quite strong. I admire this technique very much.

In the mirror, she smiled at me with crooked eyebrows, lowered her head and kissed my exposed shoulders, because of this action, her ponytail also swept down and rubbed against my arm.

This reminded me of the feeling of her hair brushing her collarbone just now. I wonder if she can also feel the same way I do now, the numbness.

The charm of He Cheng is that she can tease me so much without talking.

Now I am not only obsessed with her beauty.

I looked back at her, and was about to praise her for her ingenuity, but the words were still on my lips, but she took this opportunity to bow her head and kiss me.

The mouth that was about to speak was slightly opened, and she took the opportunity to attack my lips and tongue without hesitation, licking and biting.

The height advantage, plus she was wearing slightly high shoes, caused me, who was wearing slippers, to look up very hard. After a few seconds, she seemed to understand my pain, and she put her arms around my waist and took me a few steps to the Beside the table, while letting go of the chin that was biting me just now, I lifted me up vigorously. I cooperated with her movements and sat on the table. In this way, I was taller than her.

Mostly because I thought no one would bother me again, this kiss was deep and long, until my face became hot and red, my nasal cavity was filled with the faint fragrance from her body, so I wouldn't bite the hickey, and then Time is igniting everywhere, obviously moving slowly, but there are soft panting sounds in the gaps, there are hers, and there are mines, she kisses me, and puts her hand on the zipper pull behind me, I don’t know if it has been caught Holding that tiny switch, like she was going to pull it down, but it didn't, the teasing that seemed to be happening, expected to happen, but never stopped was really fascinating.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, I felt one of her fingers, and followed the path I zippered down a little bit, and then returned to the same path at the end.

The touch on the fingertips seemed to belong to me, and she made me feel the zipper grids sliding on my hand one by one.

seductive.

At the end, her hands grabbed my hands and placed them behind my waist. I was completely restrained, her head rested on my shoulders, and I could still feel her lips against my neck. soft.

This reminds me suddenly that after a deep kiss one day, we had an in-depth discussion on our respective kissing skills. She told me that I was the first person she kissed. I was deeply suspicious of this, not because of mistrust , but because this girl's kissing skills are so good that I almost have the urge to give her a cherry to see if she can tie a knot with her tongue.

In fact, this discussion is mainly about me, and I am deeply curious about everything about her.

A few minutes later, He Cheng let go of my hand, and I put my arms around her neck, sitting on the table and hugging her like this, until I hiccupped.

I'm hungry.

She snorted and laughed, looked up at me with a smile, and patted my head, "Go to eat?"

The rare height advantage allowed me to see her head, so I patted his head too: "Okay."