please stop being jealous

Xu Luoye's hands are very beautiful, slender and slender, but because he has done a lot of work all year round, some places have a thin layer of calluses, which can be clearly felt when pinched in his hands.

When I slept with me the night before last, I just held her hand at first. The temperature in her palm was low, and it was only slightly warmed after I held it for a long time, and her limbs were relatively stiff due to tension.

But the smell on my body was clean and fresh, which was very nice. I just hugged her like that and fell asleep slowly.

I don't know when she fell asleep, and it seems that I don't need to know, anyway, I can fall asleep without alcohol and medicine.

I'm the dominant one, not her, and I'm more concerned with my own feelings than hers.

Hearing my words, Xu Luo also showed a trace of resistance, but she couldn't do anything.

With her identity here, she must have the awareness to obey everything.

Holding her hand by me, she took a slow step forward. She was obviously too nervous, but she still tried her best to stalk her neck, her thin lips parted slightly, and said in a calm tone: "Where are you planting?"

She changed into a sweater, which was still loose-fitting, a little whitish, covering her figure.

The neckline of the sweater is neither high nor low. I looked at her fair neck and smiled: "Neck."

After I finished speaking, I saw her throat move, and she also raised her hand to touch her neck, and slowly shook her head: "I..." She paused and discussed with me, "I still have to go to school."

Means not on the neck.

I didn't answer.

The air conditioner in the living room is working. It's been a bit cold recently. I turned on the warm air. I don't know if it's because the wind is a little hot. Xu Luoye's neck and ears are gradually powdered.

Under her expression of trying to calm down, I squinted my eyes, raised the corners of my mouth, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to sit on my lap.

Her whole body seemed to be frozen.

The sky was already darkening, so I took the time to stretch out my hand and press the light remote control switch, and now there is a warm yellow wall lamp shining in the living room.

I held her waist with my left hand, and put my other hand on her collar.

Her eyes, which were not small, were wide open because of what I was going to do to her.

She was trying her best to calm down, but her nervousness and uneasiness were revealed by biting her lips lightly.

But I'm not going to let her go.

I pulled down her collar not too gently, until the white neck and delicate collarbone were completely exposed.

She tilted her head, stopped looking at me, stared at the TV, her hands clenched into fists.

I gave a low laugh, stroked her neck with my fingertips, and asked her aloud, "Don't you think your expression looks like a heroic sacrifice?"

"..." She didn't answer, I watched her swallow.

I find it funny to see her like this.

I licked my lower lip, closed my eyes lightly, lowered my head slightly, and first kissed her delicate neck.

As if a switch had been touched, she was no longer so stiff in my arms, at least the hand she was holding had to be propped up on the sofa now.

Just don't hold me.

The neckline was still pulled by me, and the exposed collarbone looked like a sweet little cake.

I looked up at her face, and then I pressed hard on her collarbone until she groaned in pain and stared at me with a frown.

"What? Do you still want it?" I let go of her, with a calm expression, "I'm going to write for a while, you cook."

Xu Luo also stood up, I stopped looking at her, stood up and went into the study.

The smell of ink in the study is very strong, because I have the habit of practicing calligraphy since I was a child.

Since kindergarten, my mother taught me to write these, so when I was a child, my time was the least free. When Huo Lingshu and Fangyuan were kicking keys in the yard, I was writing calligraphy in the study room, and I didn’t finish it. I can't go out to play with the tasks assigned at home.

I used to think that what my parents did in this matter was meaningless. It was not until I grew older and realized that writing seriously would make me calm down that I finally felt the harvest.

Now I have also developed this habit. If I get extremely irritable, I will come to the study to practice calligraphy.

The door of the study was closed by me, I sat on the chair, and I haven't started writing yet.

Just now, I thought of Huo Lingshu and some memories about her.

Huo Lingshu is one year older than me, and also a year older than me. When I was in the first year of high school, she was in the second year of high school.

The second year of high school was a watershed. Uncles and aunts did not have high demands on her, but she only had high demands on herself, so her grades were very good.

As the elder sister of us, she has been in charge of our studies. My math performance was not very good compared with other subjects at that time, so she would come to me on weekends and offer free tuition.

I forgot which weekend it was, I was doing my homework at the desk, and she was playing with a doll on my bed, when I was still thinking about the big question, I heard her asking: "Ah, tell me, what is kissing?" Feel?"

"do not know."

She opened the chair and sat next to me, pulled my arm, her eyes were moist: "Try?"

Thinking about it now, I shouldn't have nodded and said "yes", otherwise I wouldn't have liked her for so long because of that kiss.

She was fine by herself, after kissing me, she felt pretty good, so she turned her head and agreed to a handsome guy who was pursuing her, and I caught her kissing in the alley next to the school.

Difficult to part.

When I came out of the study, I smelled a scent. I turned my eyes to the dining table and saw two stir-fried vegetables, one soup and a plate of washed strawberries.

Xu Luo did it too.

There are meat and vegetables in the refrigerator, but I don't know how to cook them. Xu Luo also said during the meal the night before last that she can cook by herself in the future.

A child like her has been in the kitchen since she was a child, and she is diligent and thrifty. The cost of eating out is enough to make many meals at home.

I gave her the kitchen.

I didn't taste her cooking at noon yesterday, but I have a chance tonight.

She was sitting on the sofa, her posture was still upright, when she saw me coming out, she subconsciously gathered her collar.

I was not polite at all, I opened the chair and sat down first: "Eat."

Xu Luo is also very well-behaved, she will not disobey my words, usually she will do what I say, only occasionally she will get more and more angry, and can't help expressing her thoughts.

However, I haven't had much contact with her, and I don't know her well, but judging from the current situation, she is indeed a lover with the highest matching rate with me.

Well, maybe she doesn't think so.

She sat across from me.

The rice in the bowl was plump and crystal clear, and the dishes on the plate were also very good looking. I pursed my lips, raised my eyebrows, looked at her, and asked, "How old are you when you know how to cook?"

"Six years old." When she answered these two words, she didn't recall carefully, so she said it naturally.

I put a piece of shiitake mushrooms in the bowl: "It's a bit early."

It's not just a little bit, it's already very early, I asked "can" cook, not ordinary steamed rice.

Xu Luo also: "Yes."

I don't like to talk very much when I eat, and so does she, and the meal is extremely quiet.

The strawberries are grown by her at home. They are smaller than those on the market, but they are sweet, juicy and full of fruity aroma.

This was regarded as dessert by me. After I ate another strawberry, I asked her again: "What other fruits do you grow in your home? Is the strawberry shed large?"

"There are no planters."

"I also planted oranges, plums, apples, pears, plums, and walnuts."

"Then what do you sell?" I seemed to be checking accounts.

"Except for strawberries."

"Not many trees."

I tore off a piece of paper and wiped my hands, and didn't say anything more on this topic. Just as I stood up, I remembered something again and sat down again.

She was clearing the table, but when she saw me sitting down again, she also sat down opposite me, with a calm face, waiting for the notification.

I raised my index finger and blinked my eyes: "Let me tell you something first, I have contacted your driver's license personal trainer, when will I have time to report my name?"

For a moment, I was in a daze, not knowing whether I was nurturing or nurturing.

I signed a contract with her for one year, but in reality we definitely won’t stay together for that long, so if she learns a driver’s license, I won’t let her drive in a short time, otherwise I’m afraid that my life will stop this year .

So... what's the point of me asking her to take a driver's license test?

She replied, "Next week."

I sucked my nose, raised my middle finger again, shook these two fingers, and looked at her: "Second thing, promise me, don't use honorific words to me again, okay?"

"Hmm." It was that word again.

"You don't have to call me Teacher Yu."

"Except if you want to discuss some bed/sex techniques."

Xu Luo also tentatively called out to me: "Fear...?"

"No." I shook my head, and added to her confused eyes, "Call me sweetheart, or baby."

Xu Luo also frowned, "You're 27."

No need for "you".

I nodded: "Yeah, so what? I'm 27 years old, don't I deserve it?"

Xu Luo was also silent, she continued to clear the table, I didn't move, I just watched her movements.

After a while, she stacked the bowls together, then stood and looked down at me, then moved her lips: "Thank you for sending me home."

She let out a breath, as if mustering up a lot of courage, she stopped looking at me, and said in an extremely awkward tone, "Little sweetheart."