Tachycardia

The weather hadn’t slowed down when I was going to school, and it was still bitingly cold. Not long after the end of the Spring Festival, many people were still reluctant to go to school, and the winter vacation didn’t feel any taste, and it just flew away.

The last semester before the college entrance examination came like this.

As soon as school started, the pace of study became much tighter. Many students who were not very good at study complained to the sky, but they could see that they were much more serious than before. Even Sun Kai started to do homework by himself.

Almost all senior high school students in the school have the same dark circles under their eyes.

Their teaching building is at the end of the campus, separated from the first and second graders by a cafeteria, and the noisy noise after class usually cannot reach them. Because it is quiet, this teaching building is exclusive to the previous senior three students.It is a kind of special care.

For a while, there were not many noisy voices even after class was over, and when entering the classroom, it was full of students who were catching up on sleep.

Wen Jinran was lying on the table, tilting her head, and in a blink of an eye, she saw the countdown to the college entrance examination hung up by the head teacher, Lao Wang, with more than 100 days left.

Jin Wendong was next to him, sleeping soundly and breathing very regularly.

He is very convinced.

The desks in the classroom are very cold, the chairs are also very hard, everything is hard and cold, he feels like shivering when he touches it, but Jin Wendong doesn't feel it, he himself is a stove, it's so warm wherever he sticks it, he won it. The envy of such people.

After a class, the water in the cup was almost completely cold. He stretched out his hand to hold it, and sighed mistyly, but he was reluctant to wake Jin Wendong up.I silently retracted my hands into my sleeves and let out a sigh of relief.

When the bell rang during class, all the people lying on their stomachs would be awakened in an instant. Jin Wendong propped his head up, and his eyes were dark.

Song Yaxiang often doesn't go home, so there are quite a lot of times when the two can live together at night. They sit on the carpet at night, with the books spread out on the small table, sometimes back to back, sometimes head to head, even if they are staying up late, they are warm and loving Cozy.

The quality of that carpet is actually pretty good, it feels oily and slippery to the touch, and it won't shed hair even if you rub it hard. Generally speaking, Wen Jinran is very satisfied.

In the middle of the night, they turned on a soft desk lamp. The air conditioner in the room was working quietly, and there was floor heating. Even in the cold weather, they didn't need to wear too much. A pair of shoulder blades are clearly visible, like retracted wings.

Jin Wendong stopped writing and writing, and glanced at Wen Jinran from time to time during the review, seeing his straight nose, slightly parted lips, and drooping eyelashes. hair brush.

He wanted to put Wen Jinran in his mouth, grind his teeth, bite it, it would be best to leave a mark, rub him into his arms, touch him all over his body, and then do something indescribable.

But the test papers in front of him are difficult even for him to do, not to mention Wen Jinran, the teachers in the school don't wait for others to lecture, and if there is a little delay, they may not be able to keep up with the progress. He dare not provoke him, for fear of dragging down his study. Rhythm.

He turned his attention to the topic, and the thought that was about to move in his heart was suppressed forcibly.

It was already midnight at this time, and usually no one could disturb them. Occasionally, they ran into Song Yaxiang and came back suddenly. For the first time, Wen Jinran panicked and turned off the light directly. She saw that there was no light in his room, so she would not come in to disturb him. of his sleep.

Later, he calmed down, and even dared to go out to get a glass of water and talk to her by the way.

There is an air conditioner and a humidifier in the room, so there will be some noises. After Wen Jinran started school, he studied very seriously. Even with Jin Wendong in front of him, he couldn't easily distract him. He was simply a benchmark for good students.

Jin Wendong was still resentful at the beginning, and the number of intimacy suddenly decreased. No man can be calm. There were a few times when he deliberately showed his chest in front of Wen Jinran, and showed off his abdominal muscles with obvious abdominal lines. He is so seductive that if there is a little girl in front of him, she will fall into his arms with a blushing face.

But Wen Jinran is fine, pointing at his carrot and suing him, can you put away your big stick, I can't finish my homework soon.

Jin Wendong was very frustrated, and then a rogue peasant jumped up and threw the small landlord, turned himself into the master and made trouble with the little landlord, and was kicked out of the bed after the incident, apologized and beat and complained.

A few days after that incident, the two paid the price for the momentary pleasure.

Wen Jinran couldn't keep up with his study progress, so he had to stay up late at night to make up for it. In those few days, his face was pale and his lips were cyanotic, he couldn't eat and swallow, and couldn't sleep at night, it hurt Jin Wendong so much that he almost wanted to swear to him that he would become a monk from now on.

Having learned the lesson, he will naturally have a long memory. Although he was sexual, lustful, and aroused when he was young, but he has a ruler of restraint in his heart. For the sake of his lover's body, he will never dare to mess around again.

Wen Jinran's pen-holding posture is very standard. When he was in elementary school, the first head teacher was very responsible to the students, but also very strict. He corrected and reprimanded one by one. Over the years, he formed a habit. As long as he sat down and held the pen, all kinds of limbs cooperated with each other. If he changed it suddenly, he would not be used to it.

The headlights were turned off in the room, and only the desk lamp in front of them was turned on. He was writing, and suddenly, the cap of the pen in his hand slid down the corner of the table and fell silently on the carpet.

The light couldn't shine there, Wen Jinran groped around in the dark, Jin Wendong found out, got up and turned on the light for him.

For a moment the lights were bright, Wen Jinran saw the cap of the pen, picked it up and put it on the other end of the nib, Jin Wendong suddenly said: "How much did you write in the paper?"

Wen Jinran lowered her head and turned over slightly: "There is only half a page left to finish writing."

"So fast today?" Jin Wendong walked over to look at his paper. The paper was clean and tidy, leaving only one or two difficult questions, and the rest were all written, with a high accuracy rate. Elementary school bully."

Wen Jinran is used to this kind of compliment and ridicule, and he doesn't feel embarrassed. At this time of the day, he is so tired that he can almost fall asleep, and has no energy to have friendly talks with him.

Jin Wendong returned the test paper to him, kissed his eyelids, "I'll get you something to eat, you write first, and we'll go to sleep after finishing writing and eating."

Wen Jinran yawned excitedly when she heard the word sleep.

The closed bedroom door was unlocked by Jin Wendong. He walked into the living room and turned on the headlights. The refrigerator in Wen Jinran's house is a treasure. It has everything you want in it. You can take out a lot of it for supper without getting bloated.

He thought about it, and saw that during the day his aunt made egg drop soup, took it out and heated it up, and added two drops of sesame oil into it.

After a long time of tempering, he finally figured out what the kitchen utensils are used for. On weekends, he would take the initiative to read recipes to learn how to cook. Although the results were so-so, he knew that sesame oil was fragrant.

The egg drop soup exudes a tantalizing aroma, Jin Wendong drags the bottom of the bowl with his hand, which makes the bowl small and compact, his expression is focused on dripping sesame oil, at first glance, he still has a rough taste of tenderness .

After he finished dripping, he felt that this bowl of soup was so fresh and elegant, that it was incomparable to any gourmet delicacy in the world. He admired it for a moment before turning around with it.

——However, the smile on his face froze in an instant.

The door of the room opposite to Wen Jinran's bedroom was open, and there was a person leaning on the door frame, looking straight at him. I don't know when she appeared there and how long she looked at him.