single sickness

Going back to the room and lying on the bed, the slight drunkenness dissipated at this time.

The street lights outside the window passed through the leaves of the sycamore tree, casting a faint shadow on the ceiling. When the breeze blew, the shadow swayed, driving the light and shadow in the room to change, making Xiang Mo's brain more sober.

If he hadn't been drinking on the balcony before, he probably wouldn't have gone to Du Chi's room, right?

Or, if Du Chi hadn't been drinking, he probably wouldn't be so proactive.

Xiang Mo stared blankly at the ceiling, making meaningless and unanswered assumptions.

But what is certain is that if Du Chi didn't play hard to get, but just threw him on the bed, then now...

The two should have been having sex.

After calming down and thinking about it carefully, I found it a little unbelievable.

The boundaries between neighbors should be well controlled. After an ordinary couple breaks up, they can still stay away from each other forever. However, if there are any irreconcilable conflicts between neighbors, I am afraid that only one party can move to resolve them.

Xiang Mo is very satisfied with his current living conditions, and he doesn't want to move to other places.

Du Chi really fit his taste, but so what?Don't go to bed and don't die.

Turning over, Xiang Mo was about to fall asleep, when the sound of Du Chi coming downstairs to take a bath suddenly sounded outside the door.

While half dreaming and half awake, a vague thought flashed through Xiang Mo's mind, didn't this person take a bath for too long today?

This sleep was very light, and early the next morning, Xiang Mo was awakened by the smell of food again.

Going to the kitchen with sleepiness, I saw Du Chi was frying eggs while chatting with Zhao Xiaoqiao.Even though it was Sunday, Zhao Xiaoqiao still had to go to school. It was said that it was the school's requirement, not make-up lessons, but self-study.

Seeing Xiang Mo, Du Chi greeted him as usual: "Are you getting up just before your meal? An artist."

This was the first time Du Chi called Xiang Mo an artist in front of outsiders.There was nothing wrong with her tone, as if nothing happened last night, just as Xiang Mo hoped.

Originally, Xiang Mo didn't want to get up so early, but he didn't bother to explain that he didn't sleep well last night, so he simply admitted it: "Is it not possible?"

"Yes." Du Chi said as he walked towards the refrigerator, "Can fried eggs be served with salad?"

As if repeating the other party's answer, Xiang Mo also said, "Yes."

The refrigerator is at the entrance of the kitchen, very close to Xiang Mo's right hand side.The refrigerator was facing perpendicular to the kitchen door, so when Du Chi came and opened the refrigerator door, he isolated Zhao Xiaoqiao in the space behind the refrigerator door.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Du Chi lowered his voice and asked Xiang Mo.

In the kitchen, there was only the sizzling sound of the oil pan burning on a small fire, occasionally accompanied by a few birdsong from outside the window, Du Chi's moderate volume, Zhao Xiaoqiao must have heard it.

But perhaps because of the obstruction of the refrigerator door, Xiang Mo actually heard something whispered.

"Sleep well." Xiang Mo said calmly.

"You really are..." Du Chi smiled, with a bit of helplessness, without saying anything more, took out an egg from the refrigerator, and returned to the countertop of the cabinet.

Xiang Mo could more or less guess what he wanted to say, it must be something like "heartless".

But the question is, who made you talk so much nonsense?Xiang Mo thought to himself, wouldn't it be better to just do it?Who wants to flirt with you?

After washing up in the bathroom, breakfast was already on the dining table.

Xiang Mo sat down in the empty seat opposite Du Chi, and asked Zhao Xiaoqiao beside him, "Have you chosen your choice?"

Zhao Xiaoqiao picked up the salad with a fork, looked into the bowl and said, "Not yet."

Xiang Mo Moming felt that something was wrong with his tone without ups and downs.Adolescent girls are not very good at keeping things on their minds, maybe no one can find out why, but they just feel that something is wrong.

Xiang Mo couldn't help but asked, "Is there nothing else?"

Zhao Xiaoqiao finally turned her head to look at Xiang Mo, shook her head and said, "No."

Thinking back to the little boy who kissed Zhao Xiaoqiao that night, Xiang Mo guessed that the matter was probably related to him, but it was really hard to ask.

The dining table fell silent for a while, and the three of them ate their breakfast in their bowls.

Xiang Mo took a bite of the soft-boiled egg, and suddenly felt that it might be good to get up early in the future.Sometimes when he wakes up late, he will eat brunch together. Although it is not unhealthy, if someone cooks a delicious breakfast every morning, it seems to have the meaning of getting up early.

Just as he was idly thinking about something, Xiang Mo suddenly felt something climb up his calf.The movement of his hands paused, and he immediately realized that it was Du Chi.

"Can I have a good lunch today?" Du Chi asked Xiang Mo in the usual tone, but the toes under the dining table reached the edge of the chair between Xiang Mo's knees.

Xiang Mo recalled Du Chi calling him an artist when he entered the kitchen just now, looking back now, it was clearly a warning that this stinky dog ​​was going to do something bad.

——or rather, revenge for what he did last night.

"What do you want to eat?" Xiang Mo asked calmly.But under the dining table, he spread his knees slightly, because he was wearing shorts and didn't want the two of them to have skin-to-skin contact.

Du Chi glanced at Zhao Xiaoqiao who was eating sullenly, and mouthed to Xiang Mo: Eat you.

Compared with lust, Du Chi's eyes were more about mischief, like a provocation to Xiang Mo.

Xiang Mo also wanted to mouth back to Du Chi, but the ending just now was a question, and Zhao Xiaoqiao must feel strange if no one answered.

"Is it okay to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes?" Xiang Mo continued to ask, with a look of indifference, and asked Du Chi to punch the cotton.

But he still underestimated the viciousness of this stinky dog.

"What kind of fried egg?" After Du Chi finished speaking, he suddenly raised his forefoot and stepped on a certain part of Xiang Mo, as if to say: Do you want to eat this egg?

The fork in his hand fell into the bowl quickly, and the metal collided with ceramics to make a crisp sound, successfully attracting Zhao Xiaoqiao's attention.

Xiang Mo calmly picked up the fork, said "it's okay" to Zhao Xiaoqiao, then put his right leg on his left, and drove away the dog leg between his legs.

"Scrambled eggs." Xiang Mo said while staring at Du Chi.

Perhaps it was because he finally had an expression other than indifference on his face, Du Chi smiled softly, and stopped making trouble under the dining table.

After breakfast, it was still Zhao Xiaoqiao who cleaned up the kitchen.

There was still some time before the studio opened, and Xiang Mo planned to go back to his room to catch up on sleep.Du Chi followed him out of the kitchen, and suddenly called out, "Teacher Xiang."

Hearing that it was a serious address, Xiang Mo stopped and looked back at Du Chi.

"Sketch class in the afternoon," Du Chi said, "[-] hours, isn't it a bit short?"

In all fairness, Du Chi's price was originally more than one hundred and fifty, but it was not agreed last time.Not to mention that he had to take off his clothes for the afternoon class, and Xiang Mo had to thread on him.

"How much do you think is appropriate?" Xiang Mo asked.

"I have no idea." Du Chi shrugged, "What do you think?"

Xiang Mo thought about it, and felt that the opportunity was rare, so he said, "Just mention it."

"That's good." As soon as Du Chi finished speaking, he grabbed Xiang Mo's arm and dragged him into the corner of the corridor.

The corner of the wall was only one meter away from the kitchen door. Zhao Xiaoqiao was still washing dishes in the kitchen, but Du Chi pressed Xiang Mo against the corner, pinched the back of his neck with one hand, wrapped his waist with the other, and kissed him fiercely. go up.

There was no light turned on in the dark corridor, and the light coming in from the kitchen window just stopped behind Du Chi, dividing the entire corridor space into two parts, light and dark.

Xiang Mo was imprisoned in the shadow by Du Chi, and was forced to bear that forceful kiss with his chin up.

The domineering tongue seemed to take away all the air in his mouth, and the big hand pinching the back of his neck seemed to accuse him of what he did last night.

Xiang Mo really doesn't like kissing, that's something only people who like each other can do.He wanted to push Du Chi away, but maybe there was a lesson learned from the past, Du Chi blocked his way with his whole body, and he couldn't get away like last night.

The brain began to lack oxygen, and his legs also showed signs of weakness. Xiang Mo felt Du Chi's hands around his waist penetrate into his clothes, and at this moment, the sound of washing dishes in the kitchen suddenly stopped.

Du Chi let go of Xiang Mo without any "love to fight", stepped back into the bright space, and said rather straightforwardly: "Then I won't increase the price, Teacher Xiang."

Xiang Mo's breathing was still disordered, and the disadvantage of not being able to swear was highlighted at this moment. After Du Chi had left, he held back for a long time before he uttered three words: "Dog thing."

In the afternoon, more than 20 students came to the studio, far exceeding the capacity of the studio.

When some students made an appointment with Xiang Mo, they told Mo Mingming that the number of people was full, but they still came here. Obviously, even if they couldn't get started with the practice, they still wanted to have a good time by the side.

Wanting to let Du Chi get down and adapt as soon as possible, Xiang Mo sent him a WeChat message.Within 2 minutes, there were footsteps coming downstairs.

Having been neighbors with Du Chi for a while, Xiang Mo has already grasped the characteristics of his footsteps.If you go out for something, the pace will be faster, most of them wear sneakers or casual shoes; if you go out temporarily, your steps will be lazy and casual, and you must step on flip-flops.

Today's footsteps are neither fast nor slow, with a leisurely sound.But when he reached the first floor, the rhythm slowed down obviously, because Du Chi saw the students who were looking forward to it in the studio.

He slowly stood still on the last step, and asked Xiang Mo with a slightly stiff expression, "So many people today?"

Xiang Mo stood beside the chair prepared for Du Chi, and said lightly, "Yes."

"How about," Du Chi paused, and asked hesitantly, "Shouldn't you take off your clothes today?"

Xiang Mo sneered in his heart, this stinky dog ​​was happy when he was charging, but now he wants to go back on his word?

He patted the back of the chair, raised his chin slightly and looked at Du Chi, and said without any refusal: "Sit down and take off."

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