Chasing Summer

When it was time to take a bath at night, Lin Zhexia had a difficult time.

Although she brought several sets of clothes, she didn't bring pajamas.

…

No matter at home or in the dormitory, she put two sets of pajamas, so she didn't even think about bringing her suitcase back to school.

She thought about the clothes she had just hung in Chi Yao's closet.

Apart from the coat which is a very thick sweater, it doesn't seem to be very suitable for sleeping.

Chi Yao was in the living room, sitting on the sofa with his legs bent, waiting for her to take a shower, and he went to take a shower. He pressed his finger on the remote control, and before switching to a few channels, he saw the girl who had just entered the bathroom dawdlingly come out again. up.

Lin Zhexia stood at the door of the bathroom: "Can you...can you lend me some clothes to wear?"

She added, "I didn't bring my pajamas."

"..."

Chi Yao's hand on the remote control paused.

Then he got up and took her to the closet to get clothes: "Come here."

In fact, there are not many clothes in Chi Yao's closet, and boys don't like to buy clothes that much. Winter and summer clothes are arranged in different categories. For thinner clothes, there are a few shirts and T-shirts he often wears.

Lin Zhexia glanced at it and found it familiar, and even remembered how these clothes looked on him.

"Choose it," Chi Yao said casually, "Anything is fine, and you can wear it as you like."

Lin Zhexia asked slowly: "Is there anything you haven't worn?"

Chi Yao raised his eyebrows.

Lin Zhexia: "Didn't you give me something I didn't wear before?"

"Before," Chi Yao pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to knock her brain out, "What was our relationship before."

"good friend…"

"What now."

"Boy friend."

He didn't wait for Lin Zhexia to choose clothes, and directly reached for a white shirt: "So now you can wear the clothes I wore, understand, girlfriend."

"..."

She should be more cautious before doing things.

For example, make a phone call before returning to school to ask.

Lin Zhexia hugged the clothes that Chi Yao had worn, and thought when she re-entered the bathroom.

…

Otherwise, it would not be reduced to the current situation.

But there is no if in everything.

Lin Zhexia dawdled in the bathroom for a long time, until Chi Yao knocked on the door: "Are you going to sleep in the bathroom?"

Only then did Lin Zhexia unscrew the doorknob, sticking out her head: "No, it's because your clothes seem a little too big..."

Chi Yao's eyes dimmed: "Come out, I'll take a look."

She can basically wear Chi Yao's clothes as skirts.

What she said was too big was not a matter of length, but...

Chi Yao pulled the door, opened it, and saw his shirt on Lin Zhexia's body.

The girl's hair is slightly wet, and the hem of the clothes hangs down to her thin and straight legs. The collar of the shirt is too wide for her. The girl's thin collarbone can be seen at a glance, and even further down, she can vaguely see the suspenders she is wearing Underwear and shirts were pushed up a little, slightly raised.

He glanced at it, couldn't control his eyes, wanted to continue looking, but also wanted to turn his head away.

Under Chi Yao's gloomy gaze, Lin Zhexia crossed her arms around her chest uncomfortably, trying to minimize her sense of existence, and tried to discuss with him: "How about changing one?"

The shirt seemed a little too suggestive.

Moreover, Chi Yao has worn this dress many times.

Although it has been washed, she always feels that his breath still remains on the clothes, which has a wonderful sense of enveloping.

Chi Yao looked at her for a long time, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "Just this one, no need to change it."

Lin Zhexia let out an "oh" and gave him the bathroom.

She was trying to get used to the shirt when Lin He called her.

"Are you at school yet?"

Lin Zhexia felt guilty: "It's here."

Lin He: "I wanted to ask you when you left. It's not time to go back to school yet. Will the school let you go back to live?"

"..."

Lin He deserved to be Lin He, as if there was surveillance around her.

Of course, she couldn't say that the dormitory door was not open at all, and she would definitely be scolded by Lin He again: "Yes, I am already in the dormitory now, and there are many students who are as studious as me in the school. Learn."

Lin Zhexia spoke seriously.

In addition, university is different from high school, with a higher degree of freedom, and it is not impossible to open it to students during the holidays. Lin He has no doubts: "Okay, then study hard, and call me and your Uncle Wei if you have anything to do."

"Did Chi Yao go back to school?" Lin He asked again.

Lin Zhexia: "Ah...um."

Lin He: "I guessed it."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhexia straightened the neckline of her shirt, and then comforted herself that "she's just wearing her boyfriend's clothes", "and that's Chi Yao, what's the embarrassment between you and Chi Yao?"

Perhaps psychotherapy helped.

She watched TV for a while and got used to it.

But this habit was quickly broken by Chi Yao.

After Chi Yao came out of the bathroom, he went to the kitchen to get a bottle of drink. He squeezed the steaming soda and sat beside her. The sofa sank into one piece at a time.

The smell of the same shower gel on the two people blended in the air, and it was difficult to distinguish whose smell was on them again, and the smell of the two was getting closer and closer to each other.

Chi Yao glanced at the TV screen: "Cartoon?"

Lin Zhexia said, "I adjusted it casually."

On the TV, the Autobots were fighting each other, and after a fancy transformation, they began to fight each other.

She put down the remote control and tried to find a topic: "You seem to have watched a holiday cartoon with me before."

It was a summer vacation in elementary school.

Chi Yao is in poor health and often does not go out.

Lin Zhexia wanted to find him, but couldn't hold back, and couldn't find a reason.

After all, the relationship between the two people was not harmonious at the time.

In the end, she took a set of "Phantom Elf" cartoons from home, knocked on the door of Chi Yao's house, pursed her lips, and said stiffly: "My TV is broken."

At that time, her rival, Chi Yao, was very indifferent to her: "If it's broken, fix it."

Lin Zhexia was a little annoyed: "It can't be repaired."

"Does your family have no money?" Chi Yao asked her coolly, "Can't afford a new one?"

Lin Zhexia really wanted to turn around and leave with her set of cartoons, and leave this annoying sick man alone at home, suffocating him to death.

But in the end she took a few deep breaths and said, "My family is very poor. How about it? If you don't let me in, I'll beat you."

Chi Yao had a "you are sick" expression on his face.

The two stalemate at the door for a while, and finally he let her in.

Chi Yao also remembered this incident: "It's called Dream Elf, right?"

Lin Zhexia: "You still remember. Isn't it pretty? You just despised it on purpose at the time, but you were actually deeply attracted by it, right?"

Chi Yao unscrewed the cap of the soda bottle: "Only you will be deeply attracted by this kind of cartoon. I will remember it not because it looks good."

Just because I watched it with her.

He remembers that summer vacation.

As always, he stayed at home and wrote questions, never thinking that there would be other possibilities in this boring holiday, and then someone knocked on his door.

Lin Zhexia asked: "Then why did you remember it?"

As usual, Chi Yao deliberately said to her, "Because it's too childish."

"..."

Chi Yao added, "How could someone look at such childish things."

Lin Zhexia rolled her eyes in her heart and switched channels.

The next channel was showing a romance movie, and the timing happened to be on the ambiguous scene between the hero and heroine. The heroine was wrapped in a bath towel, and the hero put one hand on the glass door behind the heroine, lowering his head and slowly approaching her.

"..."

Lin Zhexia subconsciously pressed the power switch and turned off the TV.

The TV screen cuts off and becomes pitch black.

Because the sound from the TV disappeared, the whole living room fell silent.

It was so quiet that she could hear the slight "sizzling" sound of soda in the bottle of soda that Chi Yao was carrying, and the carbonic acid bubbles were punctured invisible by the air.

After a while, Chi Yao asked, "Why didn't you watch it?"

Lin Zhexia said casually: "Because I'm still a child, I can't watch this kind of thing."

After finishing speaking, she had a vague sense of what was about to happen, and this premonition became stronger and stronger.

Her heartbeat increased, and she unconsciously grabbed the blanket on the sofa.

Chi Yao looked at her, and his eyes fell on a certain place.

"Although it's a little small," he said, "...it should be possible to do things that children can't see."

Lin Zhexia was ashamed and annoyed, and blurted out: "You are so young."

Having said that, after falling in love with Chi Yao, she also secretly worried.

She has no flesh on her body.

Lin He always said that she was too thin.

Her three words were like some kind of switch. After she said them, the world spun around for a while. When she realized that she was already under Chi Yao's body, his fingers tightly pinned her wrist, and the bridge of her nose almost hit her.

His voice whispered in her ear, no longer restrained: "I am not young, you have to watch it to know."

When he said this, his tone paused.

Then he let go of a hand that bound her wrist, and calmly led her hand down: "Or, just touch it."

…

Lin Zhexia's mind suddenly went blank.

Chi Yao's hand touched an iced drink just now, and it was cold on her wrist. But she was led by his cold and pale fingers, and she touched a hot spot.

And that piece is hot, and it means that it is constantly heating up.

From this moment on, time becomes extremely slow.

She felt Chi Yao's kiss on her shoulder—the button of the ill-fitting shirt on her body had been unbuttoned twice, and the collar was wide open, leaving half of her shoulder messily. Then the kiss continued.

At a certain point, she couldn't help but break free from Chi Yao's hand, and the girl's slender and soft fingers stuck into his hair uncontrollably.

Her knuckles were tense and white with tension and feeling the other person's movements.

But a certain person still refused to let her go, and whispered in her ear: "Young, huh?"

"..."

Not small.

But she couldn't say it.

Before she couldn't take it anymore, Chi Yao suddenly let her go.

His hands rested on the side of her neck, and the two squeezed together on a sofa with difficulty.

The clothes on him had also been torn out of shape by her unconsciously, and then he got up, let go of her, and tried to turn over from the sofa.

Lin Zhexia thought that he was going to let her go like he did in the hotel last time, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower alone. She didn't even think about what she was thinking now, and she stretched out her hand first—her hand grabbed his clothes hem.

Obviously didn't say a word.

But it seems that everything has been said.

"I'm going to get something," Chi Yao said in a hoarse voice, "...I have no intention of letting you go."

Soon, she knew what "thing" he was holding.

A very thin slice was passed into her hand.

"Take it apart."

The two of them didn't know when they started to shift positions, from the sofa to the bedroom, and she fell into the soft quilt, feeling her whole body was burning hot. She said "turn off the lights" one last time before losing her mind and words.

There was a "click" and the light went out.

The whole bedroom was darkened, and they couldn't see each other clearly.

But another kind of feeling was constantly magnified. Her fingers clung to Chi Yao's back, like duckweed in the sea, almost drowning in the sea. Sometimes Chi Yao would whisper in her ear, his movements unabated, but his words were completely different: "Do you want me to be gentle?"

Lin Zhexia thought he was giving her a chance to breathe, so she hummed "um" very thinly like a kitten.

But no.

His words seemed to be just asking casually, no matter what her answer was, he didn't intend to stop.

Lin Zhexia's last voice was slightly crying: "...you get out for me."

"what?"

"…go out."

"What should I do?" Chi Yao's rambling voice sank, his breath was unsteady, and he bit her ear and said, "I haven't stayed enough."

…

Lin Zhexia didn't have the strength to speak any more, she couldn't control the fingers that were clinging to his back, her nails got in a little bit, and other voices were swallowed up in the long lingering night.