Small scum and big touch

"What are you talking about and laughing like this? Have you finished your homework?"

The sound of the big touch came to his ears all of a sudden, and the little painting slag was startled by him, and blurted out without thinking: "The strategy will be found soon!"

Da Touch looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Huh? What strategy?"

"..." The little painting slag who came back to his senses covered his face and regretted his indiscriminate words: "...Strategy, learning strategy..."

Seeing that his face blushed suddenly, Da Touch pulled his hand away, and felt it by himself: "Is it hot? Why is it a little hot..."

The hand on the face was touched by the big touch, and the little painter suddenly felt the blood rushing up, and it all came to the top of his head, which made him tense all of a sudden, his heart beat faster, his face became hotter, and he didn't want to leave the hand of the big touch. Can't help rubbing.

You're knowingly committing a crime, and hooking up with me!

Xiaohuazha stared at Dachu with a pair of big round eyes, blinking.

The skin on the hand was soft and delicate, Datouch pinched it lightly, and said with a smile: "Why is the meat so soft, what did you eat to grow it?"

"Grow up eating cute ones." Without the touch of his hands, the little painting slag expressed his unhappiness and pursed his mouth.

Da Touch laughed softly, and reminded: "Okay, that cute little classmate, hurry up and finish your homework. You won't be cute if you don't do your homework."

Xiaohuazhu took out his homework slowly, turned it over and stood up to cover half of his face, looking at Dazhi with big sparkling eyes, and said expectantly: "I'll finish writing later, is there any reward?"

"Yes." Dachu reached for his exercise book, looked at the previous questions, then turned to the side to be done and said: "You do it first, and I will explain to you the ones that you don't know and the previous wrong questions. "

The little painting slag was reluctant to pick up the pen, the boring numbers dangled in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even understand the Chinese topic, black circles appeared in his eyes, and he was very desperate inside, so he could only secretly glance at it while sitting beside him. Great touch on homework.

Da Touch is wearing a neat shirt with the top button buttoned up, only his slender neck and three-dimensional Adam's apple can be seen, his expression is focused and meticulous, his hand holding a pen to draft a draft is like a painting, careless and extremely graceful , the sunlight outside the window seemed not as dazzling as the corners of his slightly raised mouth.

The little painting slag bit his pen, the more he looked at it, the more fascinated he became.

"If you keep watching like this and don't write, I'll go to the next room." The big touch kept writing, the steps were orderly, and without turning his head, he said softly with a smile.

Peeking was discovered by the owner, the little painting slag was startled, quickly tore the draft paper, and wrote a draft on it: "Who said I didn't write it, huh..."

After speaking, he looked at the people next to him with puzzled eyes.

"Write well to be good. I'll buy you sweets when you're done." Da Chu comforted the restless little scumbag to do his homework, writing faster and faster, and soon he finished writing one side and turned the other side.

The poor little scumbag is still obsessed with the multiple-choice questions. He is dizzy when doing the questions. He feels that the future is dark. He bites the tip of the pen sadly and writes the formula. After a while, he draws himself and the big tentacles on the draft paper holding hands The Q version of the villain.

After finishing the two pages of topics, Da Chu turned his head and saw that the little painting scum had fallen asleep lying on the draft paper. There were small people drawn under his cheeks, with a pen cap still in his mouth, and his rosy lips were slightly parted.

Da Chu couldn't laugh or cry, he took the pen cap out of his mouth, and accidentally touched his lips, which were soft and tender.