Don't tease me!

Through a translucent door, Birch is showering.

Fu Qiao prepared new underwear and clean pajamas and folded them at the door, and glanced at the glass.

The mist filled the air and was indistinct. Fu Qiao didn't dare to look at it, so he quickly moved his eyes away.

Bai Hua was taking a bath, this thought occupied Fu Qiao's mind.

He took out the finished tiramisu cake from the refrigerator, then sat on the sofa with his hands crossed, waiting for the white birch to come out after washing.

The sound of flushing water was loud, mixed with the outside world separated by a window, and the mixed and scattered sound of rain kept hitting Fu Qiao's eardrums.

The waiting time seemed to be prolonged, Fu Qiao suppressed the restlessness in his heart, recalling that day a few years ago, it was also raining continuously, and it seemed that the sky would never clear.

Fu Qiao met Bai Hua when he was 15 years old.

At that time, Fu Qiao was still a junior high school student who didn't grow too tall. He liked to play basketball and take a peek at the school's most beautiful school beauty.

In order to get close to Xiaohua, he came up with an old-fashioned way to make cookies by himself.

But the school belle told him that she likes a taller and more energetic school bully, but doesn't like his short-haired boy, and also dislikes his biscuits.For the first time, Fu Qiao was disgusted with his sincerity, or lost face. In short, he was ashamed and returned home with the undelivered biscuits.

Originally planning to throw it in the trash can, but after hesitating before throwing it away, Fu Qiao decided to give it to his parents.

So the biscuits were placed on the coffee table in the living room.

The chocolate biscuit was a bit burnt, and a lot of cocoa powder was added. Fu Qiao tasted a piece by himself and took a long time to swallow it.

He then decided to throw it away after taking a shower.

But when he came out, he saw a figure with his back turned to him.

From Fu Qiao's perspective, he could see half of the man's side face, bulging with biscuits, like a squirrel eating it.

The biscuits disappeared from the plate one by one. Fu Qiao was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised. Someone liked the biscuits he made, and this person Fu Qiao regained his face slightly.

When the stealer turned around, Fu Qiao secretly looked at the stranger who appeared at home. He was not tall, his limbs were too thin, but his cheeks were a little bulging, he really looked like a squirrel.

The man seemed to be frightened by him, and swallowed the biscuit cringingly, with his hands behind his back, as if the evidence that he ate it secretly disappeared.

Fu Qiao looked at the boy's eyes widened in surprise, and laughed softly, so he asked Bai Hua's name.

Afterwards, Fu Qiao seemed to be addicted to it, and he wanted to bake the most delicious pastries out of breath.I don't eat it myself after finishing it every day, but put it on the table.

He reached a wonderful consensus with the boy in the servant's room, and gradually learned something about Bai Hua, and was even more shocked that some people often don't have enough to eat.

Fu Qiao's life was smooth and boring, and the only setback might be that he didn't catch up with the school belle.

15 years old is a bit of a middle school age. After Fu Qiao found out about Bai Hua's life experience, he began to fantasize that he would be his savior.

So one day, Fu Qiao got two coupons for the dessert buffet, and he decided to take Bai Hua to eat there.In his opinion, Bai Hua likes sweets very much, so he should like this stranger's kind gift.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fu Qiao stepped into the gate, there was a strong wind and rain outside. Fu Qiao threw off his sneakers, lamenting how lucky he was, and then became unhappy again.

With such a heavy rain, she didn't know whether Bai Hua would like to go out with her.

He looked at the cake voucher he got and found that tonight was the deadline.After thinking about it for a while, Fu Qiao decided to try to date Bai Hua.

Before that, the only communication between Fu Qiao and Bai Hua was that meeting, the two had a perfect understanding, Bai Hua ate everything that Fu Qiao made without being picky.

The wooden door of the servant's room was closed, but Fu Qiao saw through the small glass that the light was on, and he knew that Bai Hua would turn off the light when he went out.

Fu Qiao yelled a few times, but no one answered. He hesitated for a while, looked outside the window that was about to be blacked out, and unscrewed the handle.

The door was not closed, so Fu Qiao walked in, walking as hard as possible, walking around without seeing anyone.

The servant's room is very small, it was used as a utility room by the Fu family before, and it is not very big after tidying up. Although the walls are clean, they still reveal the darkness of April.Fu Qiao swept across the small single bed and a wooden table, on which were several pens and homework books.

The desk was next to the bed, and he could imagine Bai Hua sitting by the bed studying, probably because there were no extra seats in this room.

It is immoral to enter someone else's room without permission. Fu Qiao was about to leave, but caught a light pink five-petaled flower on the table.

On the mottled and uneven wooden tabletop, a few old pens and an exercise book that had been flipped through countless times and had rough edges were put together, as well as this abrupt decoration.

Those were not flowers, they were meringue biscuits he baked, the shape of petals was extruded out of the mold, and he baked a large plate for Birch a few days ago.

It's just that the petals are wrapped with thin red threads on the biscuits, and finally they gather into a red rope.

Like a delicate handicraft.

Fu Qiao was about to pick it up and take a closer look, but he caught the sound of splashing water. When he turned around, he noticed a door.

Without thinking too much, he pushed the unlocked doorknob open.

Fu Qiao held his breath.

Hot flashes The cramped bathroom is separated by a concrete floor, with a shower head hanging above it, barely enough to take a bath.

With her back to Fu Qiao, Bai Hua was rubbing her hair with both hands, her whole body was not covered.

The sound of water covered everything, Bai Hua didn't notice it.

And Fu Qiao was like a bystander who broke into Baihua's world, peeking at this beautiful segment without permission.

The white foam slides down the birch's slender and white neck, and the two raised butterfly valleys are the white and thin waistline, and the bulge of the central spine on the back is clearly visible.

There was the sound of water foaming up and down, Fu Qiao took a step back, closed his eyes, and waited for the door to close by itself.

The humid heat was locked in the shower room, Fu Qiao stood in the birch room, breathing slowly and calmly.

Fu Qiao has been trying his best to let himself enter puberty, he seems to be behind the wheel, imitating others to do what adolescents should do.

Such as pursuing school beauty, such as skipping classes and not doing homework.

But adolescence is like his slow growth, and it is always long overdue.

But it still came.

The fuzzy fantasies about love and longing in Fu Qiao's mind were gradually filled, filled with Bai Hua's voice, smiling face, and body.

He turned around and stepped on his sneakers, and ran into the pouring rain, as if only running could make Fu Qiao feel better.

He seems to like Bai Hua.