Hedgehog and Tiger

The quilt smelled like Yang Tang.

After hanging up the phone, He Xinchun tossed and turned in Yang Tang's quilt, and finally got up.

Can't sleep.

He went back to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and sat on Yang Tang's bed wrapped in a thick quilt.

Chu Feng.

He thought for a while and opened the drawer.

That photo is still there.

When Yang Tang moved here, he brought only this photo besides his clothes.

According to memory, Chu Feng should be the person standing next to Yang Tang.

Good looking, with nose and eyes.

He Xinchun sighed, he looked like a jealous woman, no matter how he saw it, everyone felt sour.

When he put the photos back in the drawer intact, He Xinchun found that there were other things in the drawer.

is a magazine.

???

Brother Tang read pornographic books behind his back? ? ?

I have to take a picture and wait for him to come back and shame him.

After searching for a long time, the only few pictures are either landscape paintings or sketches.

what?

He Xinchun flipped through the catalog and was taken aback for a moment.

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He Xinchun pursed his lips, sat blankly for a while, and suddenly danced like a fool in Yang Tang's room.

"Brother! You are dancing!!"

Only then did He Xinchun stop, and carefully put the magazines into the drawer, occupying a corner with the photos.

I just danced too happily and didn't pay attention. I overturned all the water and soaked the quilt.

Resigned to his fate, He Xinchun pulled out the sheets and changed them, and after he tossed and tossed about, he went back to his room and slept.

After a few days, Yang Tang came back, still holding those jars of dipping pickles in his arms.

He Xinchun picked them out, sealed them and put them in the refrigerator. He saw Yang Tang standing on the balcony looking at the sheets to dry in a daze.

"I'm sorry bro, I accidentally knocked over the water."

Yang Tang raised his eyebrows, stroked his chin and said, "Is it really overturned by water?"

He Xinchun let out a cry, his face blushed even more as Yang Tang stared at him, and said, "You, what are you thinking! I didn't, I didn't!"

Taking advantage of He Xinliang's absence, Yang Tang approached him and whispered, "What's the point of touching it yourself? Come to my room tonight and I'll fix it for you."

He Xinchun blushed and patted him, and went back to his room together.

It's so much fun to tease this little hedgehog.

Yang Tang squinted his eyes and smiled, leaning on the balcony and eating a piece of candy.

At night Yang Tang took a shower and was about to go to bed when someone knocked on the door.

He opened it, and there was He Xinchun standing at the door. The heat on his face seemed to have never faded since the afternoon. He hugged the pillow and looked at him and said, "You said... you, you help me..."

Yang Tang suppressed his smile, pulled the man into the room violently, pressed against the wall and kissed.

It was hard for He Xinchun to catch his breath and talk, he didn't know when the pillow fell to the ground, and he didn't care about it.Pulling Tang Ge's pajamas, wantonly smelling the smell on it, said: "Tang Brother, I miss you."

What to do, like a fool.

It's only been four days since I left, and all the cells in my body are clamoring for this person's temperature.

The third year of senior high school had a holiday for a few days, and I stayed at home until the fifth day of junior high school before going back to school.

In the last half of the semester, the pressure on the school's classmates began to increase sharply.

After the [-]-day swearing-in meeting, He Xinchun also began to return home to continue studying.

Yang Tang cuts the melon in the kitchen, carefully cuts the skin with a knife, inserts a fork after cutting.

He Xinchun wore earplugs and sat at the table reciting the book. He had his own learning method, marking the frame of each section, and memorizing the entire book according to the frame.

Their liberal arts students have no other choice but to memorize.

After he finished reciting a history book, he saw the papaya beside the table.

The cut has started to oxidize.

"Ah... so tired."

He Xinchun raised his head, his eyes were very astringent.After eating the melon and washing up, he went back to his room and thought for a while, then tiptoedly opened the door to Yang Tang.

Yang Tang had already fallen asleep, and the phone flashed on and off the bedside.

He Xinchun lifted the quilt and shrank back slowly, afraid of waking Yang Tang up, he dared not reach out to hug him.He could already feel the temperature from the quilt, which belonged to Yang Tang.Only then did He Xinchun stop, and wantonly stretched his arms and legs under the quilt.

When he turned over and yawned sleepily, the man suddenly wrapped himself around him and pressed a kiss on the back of his neck precisely.

The man was still asleep, and he had done this set of movements countless times, and when he felt his body, he consciously leaned over.

He Xinchun sighed, his heart was getting tired of sweetness, sweeter than the overripe melon just now.

"Good night, Brother Tang."