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Xiao Ming is sure that Yan Shu is ill.

Not only sick, but also very sick.

Xiao Ming was worried, "Strict teaching..."

Seeing Yan Shu's gaze, Xiao Ming held back for a long time before saying, "Ashu...are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Shu was really uncomfortable, he thought he should take medicine.

Heart disease still needs heart medicine, so the man stretched out his hand to remove the tin foil wrapped in the panacea in his hand, revealing the white and slippery pill inside.

The pills are fragrant, exuding a unique fragrance of green grass.

The pure white jade pill is dotted with two small cherry-pink fruits, which are beautiful and delicious. The man opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Probably because the small fruit on the pill was not sweet enough, the man worked hard to sow a few small strawberries.

With the help of the little strawberry, Xiaoguoguo finally grew into a purple grape. The surface was glowing with water, watery, and crystal clear. When you bite it lightly, it is sour and sweet, and the teeth are full of fragrance.

Xiao Ming tried to push Yan Shu away who was leaning in front of him with soft arms, and there was a burning pain in his chest. Xiao Ming didn't need to look, but he knew that the purple grapes were probably broken by the man's sucking.

Feeling refreshed amidst the pain, Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes and straightened his calves.

When the man finished eating the first half of the pill and was about to swallow the second half in one go, Xiao Ming panicked.

Yan Shu, a well-dressed university professor, knew at a glance that there was no lubricant in the dormitory.

Xiao Ming has a premonition that today's chrysanthemums are about to wither: 66, it seems that something is not going well.

360 doesn't want to talk much.

Xiao Ming said that it was not very good, so what is the meaning of the smile all over the screen?

360: Hot chicken, can you be more hypocritical?

Xiao Ming: 6, can the points still be used?Can you lend me a little?

360: OK.

360 was too straightforward, before Xiao Ming had time to thank him, a tube of "Short Buster" fell from the sky, and hit Xiao Ming's right face with a "snap".

360: Oops, didn't aim.

Xiao Ming: ...

The sudden voice caught Yan Shu's attention, Xiao Ming's face was steaming, and he randomly stuffed the ointment into the man's hand.

Yan Shu opened his hand, and there was a tube of green ointment in his palm. He had never heard the name of the ointment, but at this moment, he squeezed his hand familiarly and rubbed it on the white steamed buns.

Yan Shu was a little dazed, tightened his fists, and clenched the ointment in his hand.

The efficacy of the ointment was as good as ever, and the man broke through numerous obstacles with great momentum, and penetrated into the enemy camp in one fell swoop.

The enemy is very cunning, playing the trick of playing hard to get, playing hard to get.

The two sides quickly decided to turn the fighting into friendship, and cooperated very happily.

In the middle of the movement, the man suddenly stopped moving, and his head fell on Xiao Ming's shoulder.

With wet eyes, Xiao Ming twisted his buttocks and pushed the person on him.

Yan Shu closed his eyes without responding, and passed out.

360: Ming, you're so good at this, you've squeezed everyone out.

Xiao Ming's steamed bun was infected with some unknown disease, and now it was itchy and uncomfortable. Xiao Ming let out a low "woo" and tried to twist his waist again.

A sense of emptiness penetrated into Xiao Ming's internal organs, Xiao Ming was tossed to death, paralyzed on the bed like a dead fish.

360 can't stand it anymore: Oh, self-sufficiency, enough food and clothing.

The corners of Xiao Ming's eyes were hot, he took a few deep breaths, and finally squeezed his palms tightly, hugged Yan Shu's back and turned them over together.

Xiao Ming closed his eyes tightly, and while burying his hot red face in the man's shoulder socket, he shook his body slightly, and his well-manicured nails were inserted into the man's arm.

The sense of shame made Xiao Ming pink all over his body, even the breath he exhaled was pink.

At this time, the man under him gradually woke up, and when his consciousness came back, a strange feeling slowly climbed up from the tailbone, Yan Shu's expression changed, and he grabbed the man's wrist.

Xiao Ming was startled and raised his head.

Yan Shu forbeared, panting, "Student, you, you..."

Hearing this address, Xiao Ming was startled, he didn't even care about being shy, like a basin of cold water poured down, Xiao Ming leaned closer to the man's face.

"Yan, Professor Yan?"

With the posture of the two of them, anyone with a discerning eye can tell who is taking the initiative.

Xiao Ming wept with a mournful face, unable to express any suffering.

This is great, the rumors can be regarded as fulfilled.

Xiao Ming put Yan Shu on.

"Alas—" Xiao Ming sighed angrily, and lay down on the desk hopelessly.

It's been a week since the last time.

During this week, Yan Shu looked at him with a trace of fear hidden in his seriousness, and a little defensiveness in his seriousness.

The man on the podium rolled up his sleeves, and everyone in the audience stared at Professor Yan's exposed arm without blinking.

I can't wait to rush up and strip people off.

From time to time, jealous eyes stare at Xiao Ming's back.

360: Ming, this ruthless man, don't be sad for him, just look at the buddy on your right.

Xiao Ming won't be fooled this time.

Zhang Qing, who was sitting two rows behind Xiao Ming, was very anxious when he saw Xiao Ming's listless look for the whole week.

Zhang Qing thought for a while, and threw a ball of paper to Yu Fan who was sitting on Xiao Ming's right.

The fluffy ball of paper hit his back, Yu Fan raised his eyebrows, picked up the paper ball and unfolded it, only to see a few lines of crooked characters written on it.

"Brother, help me read the following passage to Xiao Ming, remember, you must read it out!"

The inscription after a few lines is Zhang Qing.

Yu Fan didn't understand, why didn't Zhang Qing just throw the ball of paper to Xiao Ming?Does Xiao Ming not understand Chinese?

Yu Fan swept his eyes in the middle and snorted coldly.

Didn't Zhang Qing just want him to tell jokes to Xiao Ming, so he wouldn't be fooled.

Yu Fan casually rolled the note into a ball and threw it to Xiao Ming with a whoosh.

Xiao Ming was hit by the ball of paper. Seeing Yu Fan on the right with a still face, he opened it curiously.

Soon.

Xiao Ming: "Hahahahahahahahahahaha Yu Fan, you are so funny hahahahahahahahahaha."

Yu Fan didn't know what evil he did in his previous life.

There are tens of thousands of thighs in this world, he doesn't understand why Xiao Ming insists on hugging him.

Yu Fan stood up with a blank face, consciously dragging the large foreign pendant on his lap to leave the classroom.

Leng Sensen's voice sounded, "Let him go."

Yu Fan turned around, and when he realized that Professor Yan was talking to him, Yu Fan:? ? ? ?

He is innocent!

Professor Yan's body was full of low pressure, his eyes were full of murderous intent, full of terror, Yu Fan was a little frightened, and stood there in a daze, feeling that his eyes were like a sharp knife, scraping his flesh piece by piece.

When he came back to his senses, the person holding his thigh and laughing non-stop had disappeared.

Professor Yan Da also disappeared.

The nervous Xiao Ming hugged Yan Shu's neck all the way, not realizing that he had inadvertently transferred from the classroom to the man's office.

Yan Shu locked the door with his backhand, Xiao Ming's wanton laughter echoed in the cold office.

Yan Shu was very patient, waiting for Xiao Ming to finish laughing.

The severe lines on the face could not help but soften a little.

You can laugh at everything, this point has never changed.

It wasn't until Xiao Ming finished laughing that he felt something was wrong.

Xiao Ming looked at the suddenly changed surroundings: 6, I'm wearing it again?

360: Wear your big ass hole.

Qihoo 360's prediction is very accurate, Xiao Ming will indeed be stabbed into a big ass soon.

Yan Shu put Xiao Ming on the desk.

Xiao Ming tensed his butt muscles as the coolness came from his buttocks through his thin pants.

The man leaned close to Xiao Ming's face, his eyes seemed to have a desolate desert, the north wind whistling, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky.

Xiao Ming's head hurt, he covered his head, grinning in pain, and broke out in cold sweat.

Yan Shu showed sadness, then turned cold again, pinched Xiao Ming's chin, "What's the relationship between that Yu Fan and you?"

As soon as the pain passed, Xiao Ming, who hadn't recovered from the pain, only heard the word "Yu Fan" said by the man, and said in a daze, "Yu Fan? What's wrong with Yu Fan?"

With a sullen face, Yan Shuyu slowly pulled out the belt around his waist, and tied Xiao Ming's hands above his head.

Xiao Ming was really scared, struggling desperately.

If the man did half of it and was replaced by Professor Yan, then he would really be speechless.

Seeing Xiao Ming struggling hard, Yan Shu's eyes turned red with anger, and before Xiao Ming could bear himself, he straightened his waist.

Fortunately, the man still had a sliver of rationality in his subconscious, so he didn't hurt Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming felt that he had turned into a piece of raw mutton for barbecue.

Now it is strung up by a thick and big steel rod, and it has to be roasted back and forth on the fire.

The fire is very strong, and the Xiao mutton is roasted deliciously, full of cumin flavor.

Baking and baking, it was only halfway through the baking, Yan Shu shook his body, and lost consciousness again.

Xiao Ming wanted to cry.

This time, after a while, the man woke up leisurely.

The two stared at each other, Xiao Ming was embarrassed: "...Professor Yan, what a coincidence..."

Realizing that the two of them are in their current posture, a certain part is still closely connected, Yan Shu's expression changed.

Xiao Ming's hands were still tied, and the belt on his wrist was his own.

In this way, it is clear that Xiao Ming was forced by himself.

Yan Shu lowered his head, and saw that the person under him was exhaling with half-open mouth, and there was a layer of mist in the slender eyes.

this person......

It should have been your own.

Without waiting to think about it, Yan Shu's heart became hot, and he couldn't control himself, he straightened his waist and went on a rampage.

Xiao Ming babbled and fell into the broad arms of Professor Yan Da.

Xiao Ming pressed his hot face on Yan Shu's chest, and couldn't help thinking in a trance that now, the two of them will be considered even.

Professor Yan Da couldn't stop once he got out of control.

By the time Mingjin retreated, it was already dark outside.

There were not many people on campus at this time, Yan Shu straightened Xiao Ming's clothes, picked them up by the waist, and strode back to his dormitory.

The person in his arms was already unconscious. When Yan Shu put the bath water to clean up Xiao Ming, he couldn't hold back and pressed down on it again.

Xiao Ming hummed a few more times in a hoarse voice in a coma.

The rosy little face was hazy in the dense mist, and the short and smooth black hair was wet on the side of the cheek.

Professor Yan Da leaned over and kissed the man in his arms between the eyebrows.

A tingling numbness wandered through the limbs.

A warm current slowly surged into my heart.

Professor Yan felt that he might be really sick.

The author has something to say: I seriously doubt that this article will not be finished this month... (Desperate face)

cry yourself out...

Crying and kissing my babies with snot bubbles all over my face:

Hissing (sniffing sound) hissing (sound of licking face)

well, it's salty