a delicate flower

The Ministry of Rites and Models is a department that has attracted much attention among the school-level clubs. The good treatment is also obvious to all in the school. The dedicated training room for club activities is a high-end class that other departments cannot covet.

The building of the University Student Activity Center stands majestically in the best feng shui place in the living area, surrounded by dormitory buildings, a food street, two major ATMs, and a small supermarket specializing in fruits, vegetables and meat, etc.

The activity room of the Ritual Model Department is on the seventh floor with a wide view. There are floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded by guardrails, a mirror wall, and a row of dressers decorated with star lights. The artistic conception is more beautiful than the practical value. The interior is spacious and bright. At first glance, I thought it was the training room of a dance troupe.

The Etiquette Department will hold training courses from time to time, including but not limited to course exchanges on makeup and skin care, body shaping courses, step training and etiquette training courses.

However, the main function of the activity training room for a long time is to serve as Alan's personal lounge.Since Ai Lang moved from the student dormitory to live in the apartment, he often stays here because he is too lazy to go to and from the apartment every day after class.

After Ailang came back from camping on the beach, he proactively asked Xing Lu to hold more community exchange meetings. As if he disliked that the exclusive activity room was too spacious and quiet, he pretended to lead the children to visit the activity room and meet the club seniors Under the guise, directly finalize the experience sharing session on makeup and skin care in the activity room on Wednesday night.

The time of the exchange meeting notified in the WeChat group is 07 o'clock sharp on Wednesday night. Ai Lang and Xing Lu went to the practice room first after dinner.Now it is exactly 30:[-], and several fellow students who came to meet the juniors have also arrived one after another, and the acquaintances greet each other lively.

At this time, the glass door was pushed open again, and a tall, fair-skinned and beautiful girl walked in. The other people who heard the reputation looked surprised.

The girl's expression was indifferent, and she casually glanced at the other people in the room, without taking the initiative to say hello, and went straight to Ai Lang and Xing Lu who were sitting in front of the dressing table.

"Hi~ wuli Chu Xinxin, long time no see."

Xing Lu sat on the table of the dressing table, dangling her long snow-white legs, and looked at the girl with a smile.

Compared to Xing Lu's enthusiasm, Shen Chuxin just responded "Yes" lightly. She was holding a bag in her hand and placed it on Ai Lang's table.

Ailang's gaze was temporarily moved away from the phone screen, he opened the bag to have a look, and asked "what the hell" verbally, the paper bag was still warm when his fingertips touched it, and he immediately guessed what was in it.

Xing Lu chewed the bubble gum she found from Ailang, stretched her neck to look into the paper bag, and asked, "What? Egg waffle?"

Ai Lang opened the paper bag and said, "The five bags of egg waffles that Miss Shen must bring when she plays, we really earned it."

Shen Chuxin is seldom talkative and has a cold temper. After working in the etiquette department for a year, she is half-baked with Ailang and Xing Lu. The only communication with her is "ah, I also ate the eggs she bought Aberdeen" this level of relationship.

Shen Chuxin sat down next to Ai Lang, glanced at the screen of Ai Lang's mobile phone where she had stopped watching dramas, and asked, "Have you had a part-time job as a model recently?"

Ailang held the phone with one hand and pinched the back of his neck with the other. Hearing this, he turned to look at her: "Do you want to pick it up?"

Shen Chuxin nodded slightly, her graceful swan neck remained upright, giving people a sense of aloofness.

Ai Lang's eyes returned from Shen Chuxin's face to the phone screen, and he replied, "I'll let you know when I have an order."

Xing Lu interjected with a smile: "Last week, the patron's father came to the door, but the other party is still in Liangyue's blacklist."

Shen Chuxin slightly tilted her head: "Huh?"

Xing Lu raised her eyebrows and hinted, "Just that time during the summer vacation."

AI Lang gave Xing Lu a white look, and said, "Even bubble gum can't stick to your mouth."

Xing Lu immediately closed her mouth, and blinked her big eyes at Ai Lang innocently.

More than two months ago, during the summer vacation, Ai Lang led the team to participate in an auto show as the "person in charge", and was harassed by the organizer.This harassment incident is a bit hard to describe. The harassing party is not a fat, middle-aged and elderly wealthy businessman, nor is it a wretched hooligan intermediary, but the son of the organizer, commonly known as the high-performance stock that is still in the growth stage, rich and handsome.

It's just that this tall, rich and handsome man is still wearing a high school uniform, and he has just come back from school. I don't know where he heard that Ai Lang is gay, and he wants Ai Lang to "sleep with him" as soon as he speaks.

Thinking about it afterwards, I still think it's ridiculous, but Ai Lang was so angry with the unlucky kid on the spot, he directly blocked the "good treatment" organizer.

Shen Chuxin nodded in understanding, and said "Oh" indifferently, and then gave a short comment: "Bear boy."

Xing Lu said haha ​​and added a prefix: "Handsome and rich—a brat."

This topic ended hastily under Ailang's sharp eyes.

Shen Chuxin casually looked at the activity room, and soon got tired of looking at it. With a cigarette between her fingers, she asked, "Is there a fire? I'll go out to smoke a cigarette."

Xing Lu took a lighter from the table and threw it to her.

Shen Chuxin took it over, crushing the puffballs hidden in the filter with her fingertips, holding the cigarette butt between her light white and slender fingers, and brought it to her mouth, breathing in clouds and mist, the flowing white mist was misty, half-hidden Her aggressive red lips.

She got up and left the activity room and went outside to smoke a cigarette.

As soon as she walked away, Ailang heard someone whispering: "Isn't Shen Chuxin being adopted? Living expenses of [-] to [-] a month, and she has to take part-time jobs as a model?"

Another person replied: "Who knows what special hobbies her sweetdaddy has."

"..."

Ailang raised his hand to touch the paper bag for cooling down the fever. When Shen Chuxin bought egg waffles and brought them to the club, some people jokingly rushed to eat them. Later, the rumors seemed to be a plague, and few people would eat them again. something.

Xing Lu spit out the bubble gum and wrapped it in a paper towel. She picked up a bag of egg waffles, bit down a small round cake along the shape of the egg cake with her neat and white teeth, and chewed carefully.

Ailang tightened the mouth of the bag, and just blew a bubble with the tip of his tongue against the bubble gum in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eyes, he followed Shen Chuxin's back, just in time to catch a glimpse of Zhuang Lin walking in——

With a "pop", the blown bubbles exploded as soon as they expanded.

When Zhuang Lin saw Ai Lang, his lips were stuck with sticky and sticky bubble film.

Zhuang Lin walked up to Ai Lang, took a cup of original custard milk and put it on his desk: "Senior."

When Ailang asked Zhuang Linlai on WeChat if he would come to the activity room just now, when he heard that Zhuang Lin was hesitant and didn't seem to have much interest in skin care and beauty, Ailang added an extra sentence: "If you come here, bring me a cup of original flavor I really want to eat custard milk, but I am too lazy to go down and buy it myself."

Zhuang Lin responded, and as expected, he obediently went to buy yogurt and brought it to Ai Lang.

Ai Lang smiled without blushing and said: "Thank you, I still want to go downstairs to pick you up. By the way, I have been practicing blowing bubbles since I came back from the weekend, and I almost succeeded just now .”

As Ai Lang said, on the background panel where Xing Lu rolled his eyes, he stretched out his nimble tongue to lick the sticky bubbles and ate them into his mouth.

Ailang raised his face and smiled, watching the condescending Zhuang Lin bent slightly, stretched out his slender and beautiful hand, and tapped gently on the tip of Ailang's nose.

Zhuang Lin's fingertips were slightly cool, and Ai Lang's eyelashes trembled.

Zhuang Lin moved his fingertips away, only to see that the bubble film he helped Ai Lang peel off was stuck to his fingertips.

Xing Lu handed Zhuang Lin a piece of facial tissue, and said with emotion indiscriminately: "Oh, Zhuang Lin, why don't you teach my sister how to blow bubbles too? When I learn it, I can teach Ai Lang, so that he won't bother you all the time." .”

Xing Lu smiled very understandingly.

Ailang said before Zhuang Lin said: "When blowing bubbles, the bubble film will stick to your lips from time to time. This is not suitable for those of you who are burdened."

Ai Lang told the truth in a mean tone-if every time a bubble is blown, lipstick and liquid foundation will stick to it, wouldn't it be necessary to change the candy?You can't lick it into your mouth and continue chewing like him?

Xing Lu smiled at Ai Lang pleasantly, and rolled her eyes at Ai Lang as soon as she left Zhuang Lin's sight.

AI Lang automatically blocked Xing Lu's sight. Seeing that Zhuang Lin was looking around curiously, as if he was interested in this bright activity training room, he spit out the bubble gum, took yogurt, and led Zhuang Lin to follow the other seniors present Senior sister said hello and visited the venue by the way.

The two walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stood on the seventh floor, overlooking the lights under the night, watching the pedestrians and bicycles on the school road pass under the street lights and pass by the dark shadows.

Zhuang Lin stretched out his hand to stick to the floor-to-ceiling window, and turned his head to look at the mirror wall - Ai Lang's back was reflected in the mirror.

Ailang crossed his arms, leaned sideways against the floor-to-ceiling window, tilted his head and asked Zhuang Lin: "How do you like this place?"

Zhuang Lin withdrew his gaze, looked at Ai Lang's face and replied, "Huh? It feels good..."

Floor-to-ceiling windows and mirrored walls are nice -- especially without indoor cameras.

He lowered his eyes, as if he didn't dare to look at Ailang for too long, smiled and looked away, and looked at the night scene outside the window again.

Ai Lang looked at Zhuang Lin's low-browed and pleasing appearance, and felt itchy in his heart.He casually followed and looked at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, tearing off the lid of the yogurt with one hand.

The thick white yogurt was mushy. Ai Lang didn't plug in the straw, but brought the yogurt cup close to his mouth, and stretched out half an inch of the tip of his tongue to lick up the yogurt.

Zhuang Lin turned around inadvertently, and saw the milky white yogurt sticking to the tip of Ai Lang's tongue. The corners of the lips are full of hints.

"........."

Zhuang Lin turned his head away in embarrassment, and heard Ai Lang's voice mixed with a smile next to him: "Can you see that I'm seducing you?"

Ailang asked directly, which was not just a hint.

Zhuang Linbi couldn't avoid it, so he replied embarrassingly: "Mmm..."

Ailang was happy when he heard this answer, he laughed out loud, and said, "Then can you give me some response at least? Don't make me feel hot ass and cold face, Dad Zhuang."

"..."

Ai Lang was full of nonsense. After calling his brother the day before yesterday, he called his father again today. Zhuang Lin's response was to turn red all over his face.

Ai Lang leaned against the French window, peeled off the transparent packaging of the straw, and dipped it into the soft yogurt.

He bit the straw, seeing Zhuang Lin's wandering and shy eyes falling on his face again and again, but couldn't bear the embarrassment of looking at each other and hastily averted his eyes.

Ai Lang wanted to continue teasing him, but the freshmen arrived one after another, so Ai Lang had to give up his little bad intentions of teasing Zhuang Lin.

·

The main arrangement for tonight is to let the juniors and girls visit the base camp where the Ministry of Rites and Models is stationed, and secondly, to have a brief acquaintance with the seniors and sisters present, and for the rest of the time, the seniors led by Xing Lu will come with them Talk about all kinds of experience in makeup and skin care.

Ai Lang sat next to him, and basically had nothing to do with him, so he held his chin and looked at Zhuang Lin intently.

Zhuang Lin kept his back straight no matter whether he was sitting or standing. Looking at his broad shoulders and strong chest, Ai Lang thought of Su Tuo's event day, when he was blindfolded and hugged by Zhuang Lin, the close-up The body temperature touched and the "thumping" heartbeat heard.

There is a nice smell on Zhuang Lin's body. It's not like perfume, nor like washing powder. It's unique and makes Ai Lang addicted to it.

"Ellen."

Ailang was in a trance when he heard someone calling his name. He quickly looked away, raised his head, and saw Cao Huaide sitting down behind him.

Ellen turned his head and asked, "well, what's the matter?"

Cao Huaide responded, "Do you want to meet the sponsor together on Friday?"

Cao Huaide deliberately sat behind Ai Lang obliquely, and forced Ai Lang to turn around and look at his face, which also prevented Ai Lang from looking at Zhuang Lin.

Ailang didn't care too much about this, and smiled after hearing Cao Huaide's suggestion: "When did you go to solicit sponsorship again, are you preparing for the event day in advance?"

Cao Huaide is unsmiling on weekdays, but when he looked at Ai Lang, his sharp eyebrows softened a little.

Ai Lang and Cao Huaide sat aside, and the two chatted about business.

Zhuang Lin absent-mindedly listened to Xing Lu and the girls talking about unknown topics, and kept paying attention to Ailang's direction from the corner of his eyes.

Zhuang Lin could only see Ai Lang's back and Cao Huaide's side face. He gently pursed his thin lips into a line, and unconsciously rubbed the second knuckle of his middle finger with his right thumb. Dimples appear and appear faintly.

The girl sitting next to Zhuang Lin looked at him several times, hesitated to speak, and it took a long time to muster up the courage. She asked shyly, "Hello... My name is Fang Chaotian, what's your name?"

When Zhuang Lin heard the sound, he turned his head to look at the girl who was looking at him, the dimple on the corner of his lips instantly smiled again, and he smiled politely: "My name is Zhuang Lin."

"Zhuang Lin... hello."

Zhuang Lin looked at the girl's downcast eyes as if she didn't dare to meet his gaze, and snorted subtly. He really wanted to remind her: If you can blushing at the same time, you should be able to act more similarly.

·

An hour and a half passed, most of the people felt that the time passed quickly in the pleasant atmosphere led by Xing Lu, only a few people felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

At 09:30, the lights were turned off one after another in other special rooms for student clubs on the same floor, and the short exchange meeting between the two generations of the Ministry of Rites and Models was also called to an end.

A group of people walked out of the activity room talking and laughing, and gathered at the elevator entrance to wait for the elevator.

Ailang walked at the end and was responsible for turning off the lights and locking the door. He turned off the ceiling light in the room, and when he turned around and saw Zhuang Lin's tall figure standing against the light at the door, he happily teased, "Are you waiting for me?"

Ai Lang didn't hear Zhuang Lin's answer. As soon as he approached, Zhuang Lin suddenly pushed him to the side - his warm palm was resting on the back of his head, and his whole body was pressed against the wall.

Even though Zhuang Lin's every move was still gentle and considerate enough, this move itself was already earth-shattering for Zhuang Lin.

Ai Lang couldn't help holding his breath at this moment. He felt Zhuang Lin's cautiousness when he approached, and the warm breath rushed towards his face with a slight panting sound. He waited until the distance between the two was so close that their breaths became entangled. ...

The soft lips were touched lightly, and then parted.

Ailang could vaguely see Zhuang Lin's outline in the dark, and he saw Zhuang Lin's thin lips move, his low voice mixed with heat.

He heard Zhuang Lin say: "...it's hot. It's really not cold."

Ailang's wrist was held, and under Zhuang Lin's guidance, he touched Zhuang Lin's hot face with his palm.

Only then did Ai Lang vaguely remember what he had teased about Zhuang Lin more than an hour ago-then you can give me some response at least, can you?Don't make me feel hot ass and cold face.

The courage that Zhuang Lin had accumulated for more than an hour disappeared after all this was done. He was the one who pulled Ai Lang into the activity room with the lights off to sneak a kiss, and it was he who let go of his hands and fled here first of.

Ailang stood there, pursing his lips subtly, as if he was still reminiscing about the light kiss just now.

·

When Ai Lang locked the door and walked to the elevator, Xing Lu complained: "How can you lock the door and dawdle like this?"

The elevator is limited in capacity, and a wave of people has already been sent down first.

Ai Lang ignored Xing Lu and walked directly to Zhuang Lin's side.

Others were still discussing where to continue the small gathering, but no one noticed the small movements of Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin.

The two stood very close, Zhuang Lin stood upright, but his eyes were a little wandering, and there was still shyness in his eyes that almost overflowed his eyes - Zhuang Lin's hand was pulled by Ai Lang and stuck to Ai Lang's butt.

Ailang squinted his eyes and smiled, and whispered in Zhuang Lin's ear: "Reciprocity~"

The rippling ending sound is like a small hook, tickling some people's hearts.

Zhuang Lin didn't dare to touch and didn't dare to withdraw his hand, he stood stiffly and stupidly, but Ai Lang couldn't help teasing him.

"Is it hot?"

"..."

"Is your face hotter, or mine... hotter?"

"..."

Ding-dong-

The elevator door opened, and Zhuang Lin made an excuse to free his hand. Ai Lang held back a smile and followed him.