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His moist and gentle lips moved away slowly, and the surrounding of warm breath also dissipated.My lips were exposed to the cold again, and a few breaths of cold air rushed in from my slightly opened mouth, making me shiver suddenly.

I still tugged at the collar of his coat and refused to let go, and my heart skipped a beat. It was hard for me to get used to the end of the kiss, as if it was normal for my lips to be entangled and caressed.

I snorted unconsciously, it was the grievance of a child who didn't have a good time but was snatched away by an adult.The action was also subconscious, I squinted my eyes, hurriedly pulled down his collar, raised my head, and hurriedly moved closer to his lips.

It's a pity that although the road is short, there are many obstacles.

He didn't cooperate at all, it was over after the kiss, no matter how I pulled his collar, he didn't bow his head, even raised his head high, dodging left and right.The action didn't work, I had an inch, one arm hooked his neck, one hand climbed on his shoulder, I stood on tiptoe, borrowed my strength to reach up, jumped up and down in a hurry but could only touch his chin .

He patted me on the back, while avoiding the sniping of my mouth, he said: "Okay, okay..." He tried to comfort me, but I didn't mean to stop.

Annoyed by me, he covered my neck with one hand, stuck his thumb to the side of my neck, and touched my cheeks with the fingertips of his four limbs, in a pinching gesture.But he didn't use much force in his hand, although he was pushing me outward, but the touch was no different from touching.

I am anxious, this kind of urgency is comparable to the smell of meat when you are most hungry but you can't eat it, it is comparable to the hunger and thirst of a beast.It's a pity that I don't have the force value of the king of the jungle, so I had to take the Huairou route, gnawing and licking his jaw, and begging him while taking the time: "Kiss again, just one, just one..."

He laughed lightly when I made a fuss, sighed helplessly, grabbed my shoulders and "unloaded" me from him.

He tilted his head, rubbed his palm on his chin, and looked at me with squinted eyes: "It's almost done, why is he still licking someone, it's not a puppy."

I muttered unwillingly: "You licked me just now too!" As I said that, I wanted to pounce on him again. At the same time, he stuffed a plastic bag wrapped around my wrist into my arms, pushed me along the way, and then I took a step back with my pockets in my pocket: "Go home and heat it up to eat, let your mouth do some work, anyway, it's restless to be idle."

I brought the plastic bag to my eyes, and met the smiling eyes of Mr. KFC.I looked up at the knight, feeling very happy in my heart.When I opened the bag, it turned out to be a piece of finger-licking chicken.I typed and asked for food in the message, and he really bought it for me.

Dazzled by joy, I have nowhere to sway my energy, how could I listen to his words and go home and eat chicken quietly.

An idea suddenly popped up in my head, so I dragged him and ran without saying a word.

He was caught off guard by me: "Why are you so crazy?"

I ran and shouted: "Take you somewhere!"

I took him into a residential building, pushed him into the elevator, and pressed the button on the top floor. I said excitedly, "The door on the top floor of this building is unlocked, and you can go up to the rooftop."

"so what?"

I laughed silly: "So I want to take you up there to have a look."

He looked at me with a half-smile, until the elevator door opened with a "ding", he raised his hand to touch my head, and stepped out of the elevator before me: "You are such a madman."

The wind was even stronger on the roof, and as soon as I pushed open the small iron gate, I was blown into a ball.Taking him to the edge of the roof terrace, I sat down on the spot, stretched my legs out from the gap in the handrail, and felt the wind pouring in from the trouser legs at the same time, which was a refreshing and stimulating experience.

However, the cold weather can't stop my pursuit of romance.I covered my hat tightly with one hand, and greeted him with the other: "Sit down, too."

He shook his head, let me go to the other side, propped his forearm on the railing, and stood next to me.

I found that when he stood still, the wind was obviously much lower. I looked up at him and almost burst into laughter: "Are you blocking me from the wind?"

He said "um" very softly, which sounded like a question sentence or an affirmative sentence.In fact, I don't really need him to answer me, because I believe in my heart that he is thinking about me.

The two of us didn't speak for a long time, only listening to the whistling wind.

"Why don't we jump down!" I suddenly shouted.

He burst out laughing: "Did you blow your head out of the way?"

I put my hands on the ground, raised my head high, and looked over the brim of my hat to find his face.With the silver crescent hanging on his forehead, I thought he was the best man in the whole world.I'm so happy to have him - I feel like I have him right now.I can only use the most extreme words to convey my feelings: "I really want to die with you, right now."

He turned to look at me.

I smiled at him: "I'm so happy now, I don't want to leave. But I can't control time. It's a big river, just flow, I can't stop it. But I want to stay here forever, remember forever. This moment. If I die now, this will be my last memory, and time will not wash it away."

He froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head, perhaps looking somewhere downstairs, his lips gradually bent into the shape of the moon: "Little lunatic."

Then he took a deep breath, bent down, took my arm and pulled me up, turned and walked in: "Don't talk nonsense here, go home quickly, be careful of catching a cold."

He entered the house with me, took the KFC bag and wanted to throw it in the trash.

I snatched it up, ran into the kitchen, put the chicken nuggets on a plate and threw them in the microwave for a few minutes.Then brought it to him, tore off the skin and threw it into his mouth, and showed him a piece of white chicken: "Here."

He frowned: "I have a shadow on this."

I laughed out loud.He said so, but still picked it up and ate it.

He ate very quickly, and took a few bites to clean himself. He wiped his hands with a piece of paper and said, "I won't buy it for you again. You want to eat it every time, and it all went into my stomach. Yours The taste is also strange enough, what's wrong with eating only the skin and not the meat?"

"The skin is delicious, it has a taste," I stared at him and said, suddenly wanting to joke with him, "I see people too, as long as they look good on the outside, it doesn't matter what's on the inside."

He froze, threw the toilet paper into the trash can, and went straight to the entrance to put on his shoes: "I'm leaving first, you go to bed early, remember to close the windows and lock the door, and don't forget to take the trash out tomorrow morning."

I chased after him: "Sleep at home."

He held the door and turned to look at me: "The schoolbag is still at my classmate's house. I have to go to school tomorrow, so it's inconvenient to run back and forth in the morning."

I looked at him sadly.

He opened the door and babbled again: "Lock the door, close..."

"Understood!" I hugged his arm, hung on him, and raised my face: "Then kiss again, goodnightkiss."

I closed my eyes and waited for him, and when I was about to frown again, I felt his lips press against him, followed by a crisp "Bo".

Although I was looking forward to a deeper kiss, I realized that this was only the first day we were together, and the progress was already considerable, so I let him go contentedly, and said goodbye to him obediently.

I was immersed in joy, spun in a circle and rushed into the bathroom, humming a song I don't know who it was, maybe it was my improvisation.

I had no dreams that night and I slept very well.