Tachycardia

"You can sit wherever you want."

As soon as he entered, the house was still deserted. He turned on the light, brought Jin Wendong a pair of spare slippers, and just wrapped his schoolbag on the sofa, when he turned around and saw that Jin Wendong had already found a place to sit comfortably.

he:"……"

There is no hot water at home, and he does not dare to burn it himself. He belongs to the second-level disability in life. He can basically cook instant noodles. He usually eats bread at school, and his aunt comes to help make it on weekends. He did it himself.

As for water, there are several buckets of mineral water in the basement, some at room temperature and some refrigerated. He randomly took two bottles and handed them to Jin Wendong.

Jin Wendong "tsk tsk" twice: "Student landlord, for the sake of carrying so much homework for you, at least make me a cup of tea or something?"

Wen Jinran had never heard of people of the same age wanting to drink tea, so she was at a loss and surprised: "Do you... drink tea?"

Jin Wendong saw that he was taking it seriously, and was afraid that if he really went to soak it, how could he drink that stuff, so he immediately changed his words: "I don't drink it."

Wen Jinran: "...Then what are you talking about?"

"I mean the treatment, the treatment, fellow landlord!" Jin Wendong stretched out his arms, collapsed on the sofa, and sighed, "Oh, it's comfortable."

Standing by the side, Wen Jinran suddenly felt that he was the guest, feeling a little helpless and sad.

Why on earth did she agree to take him home...

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already past ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and there was still a lot of homework, but tonight was almost several times as much as before, and I would definitely not be able to finish it until the early morning.

In fact, Lao Wang had given him a lot of time, it was only Tuesday, and there were still a few days before Friday, but he didn't want to procrastinate, so he bemoaned his sleep time, and persuaded Jin Wendong to get up from the sofa.

Jin Wendong's original intention was not to really study, he took out the book full of resentment, sat down on a table with Wen Jinran, and sighed hopelessly.

With a headlight on his head and a serious person in front of him, it's hard to be a little ambiguous in this kind of atmosphere.

The majestic paper exuded a sacred light, he let out another long sigh, picked up his pen and began to study resignedly.

In the end, Wen Jinran's strong request to copy the homework was divided into half. The two of them had to write the same number of words, and they didn't finish it until 01:30 in the middle of the night.

Jin Wendong's handwriting was scribbled and fast, and he finished it in less than one o'clock.At that time, when he raised his head, he saw Wen Jinran's little head was moving little by little, as if it was about to hit the table.

He smiled, with tenderness in his eyes, and carefully took the homework he had copied.

Wen Jinran was awakened instantly, and said vaguely, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." If Jin Wendong could hear his voice, he would probably find that he had never spoken to anyone in such a soft tone in his 18 years of life, "You write your own Homework, I will punish you for copying."

Wen Jinran was really sleepy, so he didn't refuse much this time, and let him take the paper.

Another half an hour later, Jin Wendong finished writing along with his homework. He copied at least seven times out of ten homework for him. The sixteen-motif white paper was spread out, and his restrained and reserved fonts were all in sight, like a pile of strange and awkward love letter.

He smiled, looked up at Wen Jinran, who had already fallen asleep lying on the table.

Due to Wen Jinran's poor health and poor tolerance to heat and cold, he would not turn on the air conditioner unless it was extremely hot in summer, and this became a habit over time.

So there was only the sound of his weak breathing in the room, Jin Wendong stopped writing, and looked at him carefully with his chin resting.

His vertical thick eyelashes covered Shui Lingling's eyes. At this time, he was quiet and delicate, and a gap was quietly opened on his bright red lips. Jin Wendong wanted to lean in and lick it to see if it was sweet. of.

This idea is very dangerous, but it is so natural at this moment, his clenched hands are sweating, his heartbeat is rising little by little, and he is restless like a patient having a heart attack.

At this moment, the sound of Wen Jinran's breathing disappeared in his ears, leaving only his rapid heartbeat.He touched his face and found that his cheeks were hot and hot, and every time he took a deep breath, there was a sense of restraint and confusion.

——That is the desire of young people.

At 05:30 in the morning, Wen Jinran was woken up by the biological clock on time. He opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping in the bedroom, with an arm across his chest, draped across his body carelessly.

No wonder I felt a little out of breath in my dream.

He took the alarm clock and looked at the time, then pushed Jin Wendong: "Hey, Jin Wendong, wake up, it's time to go to school."

Unexpectedly, the person with closed eyes grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him.

Wen Jinran was startled, and lay all over Jin Wendong's body. Looking at him from this perspective, he had the illusion of looking at a mature man, which cast a special charm on Jin Wendong's still green facial features.

The warm breath of the two was close at hand, he propped up his upper body: "What are you doing..."

Jin Wendong bent his legs, pushed his lower body suggestively, then hugged Wen Jinran's waist tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hey, don't move."

They were all men, how could they not understand, but Wen Jinran still blushed and struggled to scold him for being shameless.

He has never really scolded anyone since he grew up, so he finally chose to shut up and stay silent. He got off him, sat on the edge of the bed with his back to him, and pointed his hand in a certain direction: "The bathroom is over there." .”

Jin Wendong played a rogue: "Oh, I was too tired last night, I don't want to move."

He did help Wen Jinran with a lot of homework, Wen Jinran couldn't say anything, her ears were blushing, "Hurry up, it's almost six o'clock to pack up, we will be late when we go out after six o'clock."

"Oh, I still don't want to move. My hands are so tired and useless." Jin Wendong poked him sideways, "How about...you help me?"

Wen Jinran turned her head abruptly, her eyes widened: "Huh?"

"Come here and touch me a few times." Jin Wendong tugged at him, but in fact he was just playing hooligans to get his mouth full. "They're all men, you must have done this. Help the poor students to be good people and good deeds."

Wen Jinran was really angry: "What a difficult classmate!"

Molesting people can't go too far, Jin Wendong accepts it as soon as he sees it, "I'll just tease you, where is the bathroom?"

Wen Jinran pointed again in shame and anger, covered his ears and left the bedroom, his face and neck were all red, and there was still mist in his eyes that hadn't cleared when he just woke up, like a pool of autumn water, as if he was about to cry out shyly.

The door of the bedroom was tightly closed by him, he went to the sofa in the living room and took a sip of cold water, his face cool down with difficulty, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the desk where he and Jin Wendong were doing their homework together.

The textbooks on the table were thrown in a mess, he remembered the unfinished homework, rushed over in horror, and hurriedly flipped through it.

Only to find that it was all written down.