How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The library was quiet, the two people shrunk to the long table in the corner, and the sound was not too loud.

Lu Jiaheng looked sullen and helpless, and a little indulgent.

Chuichi looked at him sideways, leaning against the window, back against the window frame, and looked at him with big eyes.

Unforeseen, she suddenly leaned forward, the person approached, raised her arm, and her index finger hooked the frame of his nose bridge slowly.

Lu Jiaheng lowered her eyes, watching her curiously staring at a face close to him: "What are you doing."

Hakuchi hooked his glasses, pinched the legs of his glasses and put them on his face, turned his head, looked at him seriously, one arm rested on the table, and the other index finger knuckle gently buttoned the table Bian: "Student Lu, why are you chatting with other students while studying? Hurry up to finish the question, and the teacher will punish you if you can't finish it!"

Peach Blossom Lu Jiaheng narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at her unpredictably for a while, then raised her lips.

The chair of the two people was close to each other, and the others leaned back to her. With the test paper in front of her, her long arm stretched out, grabbing the introduction to communication in front of her, and stood up.

The open book stood in front of the two. Lu Jiaheng held the book in one hand and pressed her little head from the back with the other hand, reaching close.

His nose intersected and he smiled softly, covering her lips.

Hatsui squinted wide and slid down with a pair of big glasses.

He lightly bit her lip and lip, pressed the back of her head to loosen, stretched to the front to hook off his glasses, and put it on the table.

The movement continued, and the tip of the tongue traced the outline of her lips, drawing finely.

The whole library was warm and silent, and the warm air behind her ironed her back.

The two were hiding in front of the long table in the corner, hiding behind the books, and secretly exchanged a little wet things.

How can he always like this kind of place.

At first, he blushed shamefully and felt his soft tongue tip probing into the invasion, and his breathing was a little unstable. After a while, he calmed down. Fearing to be discovered by others, he pushed gently against him with fear, "Oh!" , Very little protest.

Lu Jiaheng loosened his mouth slightly, his voice was low, and the breath was intertwined in a disorderly manner. The words were stained with ambiguous words: "Teacher, be quiet..."

When she called the exit, her whole body shrank, her wet eyes turned red.

Her breath is sweet and soft, like cotton candy, like apple blossoms, like a coconut soda chilled on the beach in summer.

Lu Jiaheng's fingertips rubbed against the soft, fluffy hair in her ears, her lips and tongue moved, and finally she bit her lips heavily.

Tears burst into tears at the first pain, and the voice that blurted out was held back by her.

Lu Jiaheng evacuated, leaned back and pulled away, put down the book in his hand, and looked down at her.

He actually bit less this time than he did last time, but the pain is still very painful. He first raised his hand and wanted to touch his lips to see if there was bleeding. He tapped lightly, and his white and tender fingers were stained A bit of crystal clear liquid was applied, but it didn't bite.

Lu Jiaheng raised her hand and rubbed her fingertips with a little saliva spilling from the corners of her lips, and was beaten up by Chuichi.

She stared at him dimly with tears in her eyes, and her fierce expression was stained with wet eyes and red eyes. Alluring and pitiful: "You bite me again!"

Lu Jiaheng looked like a wolf full of food and drink, squinted slightly after a meal, and licked his wet lips with satisfaction: "Can't help it."

Hatsuru rubbed her painful lips and stared at him angrily. After a few seconds, she moved the chair under her buttocks with both hands and moved a little to the side, and then moved a little further away from him. After a little distance, I took a book to prepare to continue reading.

It was already 8:30 in the evening, and he couldn't read the book because of such a tossing of the first garden. Lu Jiaheng stopped looking at the question and looked at her sideways with one hand on his head.

At first, I looked at it for seven or eight minutes. I felt uncomfortable and finally gave up. I leaned back: "I'm not watching today."

Lu Jiaheng cheerfully raised the corner of his lips: "Okay, let's go for a walk."

Chuichi stuffed the book in his bag: "I'm going back to the bedroom to take a shower."

"..."

Lu Jiaheng's lips drooped unhappily, as if the ears that had materialized were pulled down, from a big tail wolf to a little yellow dog: "Oh."

After Qingming, it was Gu Yu again.

At the end of the cold wave, the temperature began to rise, and the girls took off their down jackets and thick cotton trousers, and changed into beautiful spring and autumn coats and jackets.

Gu Han was in love and was a young literary young man from the next literary academy. His surname was Chen. He was named Chen Xingchen. He had a beautiful appearance and a gentle manner. The characters of Gu Han and the two were almost in the South Pole and the North Pole.

According to Gu Han, the two were acquainted and familiarized in a certain department activity. Perhaps they lacked some supplements. Although Gu Han was quite carefree in character, in fact his heart was very slender and gentle, which was passed by her every day. It can also be seen by studying Tarot cards and constellations.

Therefore, when Chen Xingchen made a long poem on the spot among all the people's attention, and showed a dusty temperament and extraordinary talent, Gu Han fell in love with him at first sight.

Two months later, Gu Han changed from a grumpy three-character man who became a flamboyant woman into a daily cook in the bedroom and bought a lot of props from Taobao. The young and beautiful young women in literature and art, Gu Han and Chen Xingchen fell Fall in love.

Although another month passed, she turned back into a grumpy man of three characters.

On the day Gu Han left the group, Chen Xingchen invited several girls in their bedroom to dinner, and even brought his roommate together.

Eight people had dinner and later went to KTV. Lin Tong and Gu Han roared and sang the princess and loved them when they died. After the song was completed, it was the turn of the boys group. Li Yugang sang a song of Qingming Shanghetu who was tender and watery. And Mao.

Chuchi felt that the boys in Chinese language and literature were really a kind of magical creatures, all of them were literary and artistic bacteria, making people have no doubt that they would recite love poems around the school flower bed in rainy days.

She imagined the scene where Lu Jiaheng sang Qingming Shanghetu. She was so scared that the watermelon on her small fork fell off, and the whole person shivered.

Seeing the days passing by, Chuichi became more and more uneasy, his emotions became more and more sensitive, and he became a ball of rice cake. Every day he dragged him to the library, or he ran to his house with a book at home, and urged the two to study together.

Although in the end it was often Chuchi who slept on the coffee table and slept sweetly and sweetly, Lu Jiaheng read a book next to her. Occasionally the girl didn’t know what was unhappy in her dream and frowned slightly and sticky and sticky. Woo twice.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head, leaned over and gently kissed her eyebrow, patted her back with her hand, and gently appeased.

Then, the little girl in her sleep will feel like a little animal, wrapped up like a soft body, arched arched, arched arched, little head rubbed into his arms, holding his Continue to sleep with one arm or waist.

At this time, she would lift her lip corner with satisfaction, and bring up two shallow pear vortexes, which seemed to be filled with sweet wine and honey.

Then drown inside.

Lu Jiaheng thought of self-abuse countless times, he simply didn't need anything, and went nowhere, just staying beside her, crying with her, watching her laugh.

I hope she can be accompanied by her in all the days in the future.

The separation of one minute and one second is unbearable.

And they have to be separated for almost two years.

Two years, 730 days, 17520 hours, 1051200 minutes, 63072000 seconds.

Lu Jiaheng sighed softly, pushed open the book in front of him, dark eyes, and looked at her quietly.

Hatsuji seemed to feel something, his small face was wrinkled, and he opened his eyes vaguely.

The little girl rubbed her eyes and just woke up, her voice a little dumb: "What time is it? I'm going home."

Lu Jiaheng slightly lowered his eyes: "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

"No longer sleeping, I can't fall asleep again at night," Churi sat upright with the carpet, "Have you read well?"

"At first." He suddenly called her.

Chuichi "huh" gave a cry.

Lu Jiaheng leaned close and put her back in her arms: "I'm not leaving, okay?"

At first he stopped.

She froze for almost half a minute and pushed him away: "Why?" She tilted her head, "Can't you pass the exam?"

Lu Jiaheng sat on the carpet leaning against the side of the sofa, his long eyelashes converging, his voice deep, and his voice low: "I can't bear you."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up at her, as if waiting for something.

Just a word from her.

As long as she has two words, he can leave her alone regardless of anything.

Eyes sore at first.

She wanted to tell him that she could not bear it.

I don’t want to leave him, let him go, and countless times I want to tell him very selfishly, "Don’t go to graduate school! I can afford you anyway."

Hakuchi's eyes widened, and he didn't dare to blink, blinking sorely in his eyes.

Until she couldn't help it, she hurriedly lowered her eyes, her head lowered: "It takes only two years anyway," she counted the days for him countless times, "You see, I also want to study, and I'll be right when you come back It’s almost graduation. At that time, we can go to the company together, commute to work together, we can go to the same company, or if we are closer, we can eat together, and we can go home together at night—"

Thinking about the beautiful future, she spoke naturally and casually, and her ears turned red little by little.

She raised her hand, squeezed her earlobe habitually, and her voice was small: "Just go home with the meaning of what happened."

Lu Jiaheng raised his lips and tilted his head innocently: "Otherwise? What do you mean to come with me?"

"..."

Churi grabbed the cushion on the sofa next to him and snapped it on his face, "I'm back!"

Lu Jiaheng has been accustomed to knowing Chuzhi a handsome face and has been photographed countless times. He has long been accustomed to it. He is very familiar with his arms and grabbed the pillow he threw.

She was standing, he was sitting, and Chuchi looked down at him slightly: "Lu Jiaheng, I won't give you the day you leave."

He looked at her quietly, for a while, "Uh" snorted.

"You have a girl over there to contact you. You must not give it."

"Ok."

"Do not play with female classmates."

"Ok."

"Never run back without any problems."

"Ok."

After thinking about it for a long time, he asked tentatively, "But will the holiday come back?"

The little girl looked cautiously, Lu Jiaheng smiled softly: "No, I will not come back from the holiday."

For the first time, he glanced quietly at his mouth, his cheek bulging, and said dumbly: "Oh..."

Lu Jiaheng pondered for a moment, and suggested: "If you come to find me, you can save a ticket."

Chuchi blinked and seriously counted: "No, there are two tickets for you to go back to China, and two tickets for me to come back to you in the past, the same."

Lu Jiaheng flexed on one leg, put one hand on his knees, his lips curled up, and said slowly: "Do you think if you go, I will let you come back?"

Chuichi: "..."

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Young Master: Goblin, do you think you can walk away even if you come?