Disgusted

Qing Kong sat on the armchair, leaned back slightly, stepped back a little distance to look at Saori's face carefully.The area that was injured two months ago seems to have healed without leaving any traces.His hair was cut short, with bangs on his forehead, making him appear younger than his actual age.The terrible bruising subsided at that time, and the skin color returned to its original fairness, so the brows and eyes of the face were delicate and elegant again, and now there was something moist on them, like fine white porcelain soaked in water, with a kind of soft beauty.

While Saori looked at herself in the blue sky, she also looked at her quietly, like a lost and recovered beloved object, carefully stroking it with her eyes and hands, reviewing the integrity or incompleteness of the details.

Xiaoyu tilted her head, looked at Saori, and then at Qingkong.For a while, the study room fell silent, and the three of them each had their own thoughts.

"Who is this kid?" Saori finally turned her head and broke the silence.

"Zhang Tianyu." Xiaoyu had a serious expression, as if explaining how to use the Black Star Pistol. "It's not a child. You just turned eighteen, you can drink alcohol, and you're already over the legal age for sexual intercourse."

"Indeed." Saori closed her eyes halfway, and almost jokingly rolled her eyes at Qingkong, and then turned her eyes back. "Hello, Zhang Tianyu."

"Hello, sister." Xiaoyu showed her usual frank smile.

"As I said before, Qingkong has already been booked." Saori didn't beat around the bush at all.

"It's just 'reserved'." Xiao Yu's smile didn't fade at all. "It's just stamped with the "Booked" seal, which means it hasn't really been taken. What's more, the green stewardess is a person, not an object. People always have their own wishes, and this will will change with time, won't it? "

"That's right. So when it comes to time, I'm afraid the person who made the reservation first will have an advantage." Saori raised her hand and rested it on Qing Kong's forearm naturally, turned her head and asked softly, "Dinner together?"

Aozora, who had been silent since just now, lowered his head and looked at Saori's hand.The slender ones are just like the works of art that a sculptor has painstakingly figured out. They are moist and soft, with pointed fingers and round nails.Aozora froze for a few seconds as if caught in a huge conflict, finally nodded with determination and stood up.

"Send you back first." Qingkong said to Xiaoyu and began to tidy up the trivial things on the counter, opened the drawer to put in the glasses, and then took out the mobile phone wallet. When doing this, the paper that had been in the drawer was like a stone when the tide ebbed As if it was exposed, Qingkong sent it to the depths calmly, and then closed the drawer.

This Friday, in order to make it easier for some dormitory students to go home, the school has never had to study late.Xiaoyu rents an apartment next to the school. In the past, sometimes she would stay until the bookstore was closed, and Qingkong would drop by to see her off.

After locking the cash register, turning off the computer and the lights in the store one by one, Qingkong put on his down jacket, locked the door and walked out of the alley with Saori and Xiaoyu who were waiting beside him.The entrance of the alley is facing the road, and the entrance of the middle school is on the opposite side of the road, and Xiaoyu's apartment is not far from the right side of the school gate.

It gets dark early in winter, and when we walk downstairs to the apartment building, the night will envelop the street intensely.

Xiaoyu just saw that Qingkong accepted Saori's invitation, and she was a little dull at first, but after walking this way, she regained her clarity as if thinking about it.

"Then, see you the day after tomorrow." Xiao Yu held the shoulder schoolbag in one hand, raised her left hand, turned and went upstairs.

Qingkong's bookstore is open from Sunday to Friday, and it is closed on Saturdays, regular customers like Xiao Yu know it well.

Watching Xiaoyu go upstairs, the two turned around and walked down.With shoulders together, Saori in high heels seemed to be slightly taller than Aozora.

"My car is parked right in front." Seeing that Qing Kong was shivering from the cold, Saori naturally dragged her left hand and put it into her windbreaker pocket.I have never seen a person who is so afraid of the cold. When others wear autumn clothes, she wants to wear winter clothes. When others wear winter clothes, she has already wrapped herself into a polar bear.

Qingkong pulled the scarf up around his face, frowned, and was led by Saori to the fruit shop across the street.Next to the store was a closed stationery store, and Saori's car was parked in the open space in front of the store.There is no serious parking lot in this small place, and everyone's cars can only be parked indiscriminately.

Qingkong can't drive, and he has no interest in four-wheeled cars. In his early years, he took the motorcycle driver's license test seriously, but it's a pity that he has no use in this traffic chaotic town.But Shazhi's car is a car that even laymen can see its advantages-it has a tall and straight shape, smooth lines, and it is off-white like her windbreaker.Qing Kong glanced hurriedly, wondering if the car was a gift from her husband flashed in her mind, and then her mind was drawn away by the fruit stand next door.There are piles of colorful colors, and orange is hidden at the end.Qing Kong's brows frowned even tighter, and then loosened, after all, it was almost time for the oranges to go off the market.

"What are you thinking about?" Saori turned up the heater in the car, then half turned around, holding the steering wheel with her left hand.

Qingkong buckled his seat belt with his head down, and then followed the belt.The chairs are as comfortable as imagined, and the seats are spacious.manual transmission.The interior of the carriage is very simple and there are no extra decorations, and there are no male products, but as soon as you enter, you can smell the faint fragrance of Saori.Qingkong just sank into the chair and remained silent for a while, during which Saori watched her patiently like a photographer waiting for the photo to develop slowly.

"Maybe, I will ask a lot of questions." The dim streetlights reflected through the car window on Qing Kong's face, casting the shadow of the towering bridge of the nose. "May I?"

Saori knew that she said that because she was asked not to ask anything when they met last time.

"Okay." Saori looked at Qingkong's side face, and there were mixed emotions like pain and joy flowing in her eyes.After a while, she stuck out her right hand and pinched Qing Kong's chin to make her turn away. "Please," her voice was almost trembling, "please ask as much as you want."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and quickly let go of her hand to start the car.

"Hungry?" she asked, her voice calmed down.

Qingkong shook her head, it was a bit after six o'clock, and it wasn't time for her to eat yet.

"That's good." Saori skillfully shifted gears and reversed, the car slid into the sparse traffic like a fish, and moved forward along the downhill slope. "I changed my mind, let's go to your house first."

It took only 2 minutes to drive to Qingkong's residence, but it took 10 minutes to find a parking space.When Saori dragged Qingkong up to the fifth floor and opened the door, Saori took a breath, kissing Qingkong's lips impatiently like a thirsty person encountering sweet spring.

She pressed her against the door, hooked her neck with one hand, and held the back of her head with the other.Lower your head and press it up.The lips and tongues are full of each other's breath, sweet and honey, the exhaled air is so heavy that it seems to have a substance, spit it out, and it is immediately swallowed by the other.Aozora just felt hot.Saori's lips and Saori's fingertips burned down one after another.The scarf has long since been torn off and lay on the ground, the zipper of the down jacket has been unzipped, the lips of the yarn weaving stay in the throat, but the hands are lowered into the sweater and shirt, and they swim against the back, waist, lower abdomen and chest.hot.It brought her body to heat up.

"Wait...wait a minute." Qingkong panted, raised his head, and pressed Saori's hand that was squeezed into the jeans with one hand.

"Sorry." Saori's hand stopped, her lips slid up and fell on the base of her ear.As if suppressing, pressing, the voice was hoarse. "Those questions, let's talk about them later, shall we?" He said, almost begging.

"No, it's not this." Qing Kong swallowed his saliva and approached Saori's ear with a little difficulty. "After working all day... take a shower first?"

"Okay." Saori turned her head to meet her eyes.The room was groggy, her face was ambiguous, and Saori suddenly became less anxious.What are you in a hurry for?In the future, it will be so long.She raised her hand to caress those thick eyebrows.The years are long.She thought, took Qing Kong's hand, and walked to the bathroom familiarly.