Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Xia Zhiye used to think that Song Yan was soft except for one mouth, but now she realizes that Song Yan is soft even with her mouth.

    Still incredibly soft.

    Slightly cool, very thin, with the sweet taste of the first ripe peach, take a bite, the juice is overflowing, people can't help but want to take another bite, taste the deepest and softest part How sweet can it be.

    Song Yan was also the first to understand how good the lung capacity of a long-distance runner is and how strong a boy of this age is.

    There is almost no room for parry, only the hormonal aura on the other side is a strong sense of aggression, and then they retreat.

    It wasn't until the end that she couldn't breathe, and then she grabbed a slight gap and turned her head: "Xia Zhiye, you're not finished, right?"

      The color of her lips was now radiantly red against her cold white skin.

    Xia Zhiye put one arm around his waist, and gently twisted the tip of his slightly hot ear with the other, his throat moved slightly, and said hoarsely, "Kiss him again."

    Xia Zhiye is afraid to kiss until dawn.

    And boys of this age are like dry wood, let alone fire, just touch two dry wood, and they can get out of the fire.

    Song Yan didn't know what kind of Liu Xiahui this rogue Xia Zhiye would be, nor did he feel that he was a man with unsound physical functions, and it was absolutely impossible for him to kiss him tonight.

    So he pushed Xia Zhiye away with a cold face: "I want to kiss you and yourself, I have class tomorrow morning."

    The tone was cold and sarcastic, but the ears were red and hot, and the dodging eyes also betrayed the inner conscience.

    Xia Zhiye chuckled in a low voice: "Does that mean you can wait until the weekend?"

    “…”

    You can be a big guy.

    After he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the house, aggressive, without looking back.

    When I walked to the gate of the courtyard, I found that the gate was not open, so I could only turn around and glared at Xia Zhiye, trying to maintain his dignity.

    It's deadly.

    Xia Zhiye couldn't help laughing cutely in his heart, then bent down to pick up the umbrella, and swayed slowly, but did not open the door, just stood in front of Song Yan, looking down at him with a smile : "Stretch out your hand."

    "?"

    "There's a surprise."

    “??”

    Hearing these three words, Song Yan immediately looked at him with suspicious and vigilant eyes.

    Xia Zhiye smiled softly and mysteriously: "You will know when you reach out, this time is really a good thing."

    “…”

    Song Yan, who had been deceived many times, still stretched out her hand suspiciously.

    Xia Zhiye's palm also covered, and then something cold fell into his palm, like metal, and the shape was very familiar.

    When I retracted my hand, I saw that it was indeed a key.

    Song Yan looked up at Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye shook another identical key in his hand: "You have one, I have one, and this will be our home from now on."

    If a person is willing to hand over the keys of his home to another person, it is enough to show the trust and importance of this intimate relationship.

    But the word home is a bit too heavy and formal for Song Yan. He likes Xia Zhiye and trusts Xia Zhiye, but he doesn't feel that he is ready to truly welcome a home.

    He pursed his lower lip slightly, and finally handed the key back: "I can't ask for it yet."

    Not not, but not yet.

    Xia Zhiye seemed to see through Song Yan's concerns, and instantly regained his rogue smile: "That's not good, I've already said that I will support you in the future, so you have to have everything I have."

     After finishing speaking, she grabbed Song Yan's hand and opened the door with the key: "Look, you have already used this key, it is no longer clear, so you must be responsible for it, it It's yours from now on."

    “??”

    Song Yan has seen the logic of robbers, but has never seen such a robber's logic.

      Just give it back to me."

    "But..."

    "Nothing to worry about, go ahead and house, otherwise the wind will be so strong that we're going to catch a cold again."

    “…”

    Fucking princess!

    When Song Yan heard these words, he instantly forgot the topic just now, grabbed the pillow on the sofa next to him and smashed it at Xia Zhiye, "Xia Zhiye, do you want to be beaten!"

    Xia Zhiye smiled and caught it: "Just let me kiss before you get beaten. After all, peony flowers are also romantic, and we hate princesses are at least a top-quality peony. I don't lose. ."

    “…Xia Zhiye!”

    What kind of old rascal are you!

    Song Yan completely forgot the topic of the handover just now, the blood of shame and anger rushed to his head, and he punched Xia Zhiye with a hard fist, while Xia Zhiye smiled Let him beat him painlessly, while taking the opportunity to cuddle and take advantage of it.

    So after the beating, one vented his shame and anger, rode on Xia Zhiye to calm his anger, one lay on the bed with one hand resting on the back of his head, the other protecting the other party from falling, A clean and satiated expression on his face.

    The one who had beaten the man calmed down and felt a little embarrassed, and asked with a stern face, "Did I hit hard just now?"

    And someone who was not beaten from beginning to end made a "I hurt but I didn't say it" generosity: "It's okay, it's okay."

    “…”

    Song Yan suddenly felt that her temper was too bad compared to Xia Zhiye, she pursed her lips, and spit out a few words, "I will pay attention to it in the future."

    Every time Song Yan puts on my coldest appearance but in front of the best fool, Xia Zhiye will feel that he is really not a person from the bottom of his heart.

    But next time.

    Because Song Yan is so cute.

    Xia Zhiye couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, don't pay attention, I'm raking my ears anyway."

    "?" Song Yan did not understand, "What does this have to do with raking ears?"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    He then remembered that in his explanation to Song Yan, "raking ears" means running a train with a mouth full of it.

    So after a short silence, he decided to retreat tactically, pinched Song Yan's waist, took him off his body, put him aside, and covered the quilt: "I'll take a shower first. ."

    After saying that, she quickly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door.

    The rest of Song Yan in the quilt: "???"

    What is Xia Zhiye running?

    If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and there must be a fraud.

    Song Yan had a bad premonition, sat up alertly, took out her mobile phone, and prepared to Baidu to find out what the word really meant.

    When the screen of the phone was unlocked, the interface just stayed on the WeChat Moments, the fingertips flicked inertialy, and the Moments refreshed, and the fingertips suddenly stopped.

    The latest in Moments.

    [Autumn]: Happy Christmas Eve

    [Inscription]: Little Milkberry*^o^*

    I saw the familiar tone of my brother, I saw the sign of this little milkberry, and I thought that Shang Huai seemed to have passed Shen Jiayan's playlist to Zhou Ziqiu, and I thought of eating hot pot tonight. When Ruan Tian talked about Zhou Ziqiu's performance in online dating.

    An immature but terrible idea appeared in Song Yan's mind.

    Sure enough, refresh again.

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: As long as my brother likes it! Chimi!

     Chirp, Mi.

    Song Yan suddenly felt a pain in her head.

      ]

    Return in seconds.

    [YAN]: Not online dating?

    [Sweet little milkberry]: ? ? ?

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Song Yan! what are you saying! Don't sully my innocence! I'm still an innocent little virgin, okay? !

    The shock can be felt through the screen.

    Shen Jiayan is a person who is not good at lying. Judging from his reaction, he should definitely not have online dating.

    Song Yan felt that she might be thinking too much, but when she thought about Zhou Ziqiu's behavior when he was eating hot pot at night, he felt that it was really wrong.

    Nowhere is right.

    And other people don't matter, Shen Jiayan is the only friend he has grown up with except Xia Zhiye, and his brain is not particularly good, so some things have to be taken care of.

    So I switched back to the circle of friends and was thinking about how to comment, and found two more comments.

    [Not allowed to come to Japan]: Oh, our Qiu brother has a girlfriend

    [Autumn] Reply: Hmm

    Song Yan: "…"

    Hmmm...? !

    Song Yan had a cold face, took another screenshot and sent it to Shen Jiayan: [See for yourself]

    The moment she saw the screenshot, Shen Jiayan was also stunned.

    [Sweet little milkberry]: ? ! Damn, when did I become his girlfriend? !

    Song Yan resisted the urge to knock his elm head off, and moved her fingers quickly.

    [YAN]: Think for yourself, apart from calling your brother and giving gifts, have you ever done anything else that would make him misunderstand.

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: I think

      .

    Song Yan also knew that the online game that Shen Jiayan played, the price of such a set of fireworks would definitely not be cheap, and it was usually a common method used by male players to show love to female players.

    So he slowly typed a question mark.

    Shen Jiayan hurriedly explained: [But that is to thank him for bringing me Arena to the top ten in the entire server! ]

      But I just want to hear the special voice...

      I got the score, and the others seem to have nothing.

      If it weren't for the really good technology, I would have refunded the order long ago.

    Looking at the long list of messages, and thinking back to the sweet "brother" that I heard through the voice changer that day, whether it is the party involved, they all want to scold the degree of natural scum.

    How can I have such a small hair.

    Song Yan closed her eyes and recited "Shen Jiayan's brain is not good, don't care about him" ten times before sending a cold face: [I will ask you, if a girl acts like a spoiled child to you every day What do you think of being cute and romantic, and giving you pink love gloves on Christmas Eve? ]

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: She loves me miserably

    [YAN]: So.

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: But I'm a man! Zhou Ziqiu is also a man! This is different!

    [YAN]: Does he know you are a man?

    [Sweet little milk berry in the world]: ...Fuck! Careless!

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Then what should I do! Tired! He won't really fall in love with me!

    Song Yan didn't even think about it: [Tell me the truth]

    [The world's most sweet little milkberry]: No!

    [YAN]: ?

      Original intention, what would you do?

    Song Yan still didn't think about it: [Buried while she was still alive]

    [Sweet little milkberry]: Right! If I just said that, I'd be gone! Even if I am still alive, he will definitely not play with me anymore! Then my king! my guru! What should I do with my arena? !

    Song Yan felt that Shen Jiayan was such a fool and sweetheart that she had never been beaten by society, and she saw his long series of crying and complaining with no sympathy, and typed quickly with no expression on her face.

    [YAN]: The longer you drag on, the worse you will die. If you confess, you may live to be eighteen.

    [Sweet little milkberry in the world]: …grievance

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Then I will find a suitable opportunity to chat with him [Comao grievance.jpg]

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: But what if he is really mad at me, how should I coax him?

    [YAN]: ?

    [Sweet little milkberry]: ? ?

    [YAN]: Why do you want to coax someone to play with you?

    Shen Jiayan, who was far away in Beijing, was suddenly stunned, yes, why did he want to coax someone to play with him.

    After a short thought, he gave a perfect answer: [Because his skills are good! ! ]

    [YAN]: ?

      In the end, I asked Xia Zhiye to use my account to help me call back.

    "?"

    Xia Zhiye also went to Shen Jiayan's king account to help him get points?

    After Song Yan asked this question, Shen Jiayan immediately replied: [Yes, at the beginning of last month, he seems to be bringing a girl from a low-ranking diamond round to score points, there is no number, I borrowed mine]

    The beginning of last month?

    Xia Zhiye borrowed Shen Jiayan's account?

    Song Yan felt that something was not right.

    It seems that some important clue was cut by a pair of scissors, so those tiny beads scattered into the vast sandy beach, trying to piece together, but always felt that something was missing.

    I was about to think deeply about what was wrong when I heard the bathroom door squeak open.

     Then came Xia Zhiye's lazy voice: "Brother Yan, I forgot to get a change of clothes, so you can help me get my pajamas and panties, it's in the closet by the bedside, I love you, huh?"

    “…?”

    This is just the first day together, so you don't treat yourself as an outsider? Who's going to take your smelly panties? Do you want to be ashamed? !

    The violent factor that Song Yan finally fell into silence because of thinking, suddenly woke up after hearing Xia Zhiye's mean voice, and then remembered that he had turned on his mobile phone the real purpose.

    So I opened Baidu immediately and quickly typed in "what does raking ears mean".

    Song Yan sneered and stood up: "Okay, get your clothes, okay? I'll come right away."