want to date my cat

I often have no feeling in my feet in winter, like walking with a few popsicle sticks inserted, and sometimes it hurts a little from the cold, only to remember that I still have toes.

Mi Zhiqiu is very afraid of the cold, and often has three layers of inner and outer layers, and his whole face is buried in the scarf.He looked at the way the people passing by shivered in fear of the cold wind, and then turned his head to see Xia Xin suddenly put on a coat over his hoodie, standing tall and straight as if spring came after heavy snowfall.

"Is it because your name is so hot that you can still stand up straight in so little?"

Xia Xin suddenly couldn't understand the standard of standing straight, "So what are you, standing round?"

He patted Mi Zhiqiu's soft down jacket amusedly.

Mi Zhiqiu also lowered his head and patted his clothes, hearing the sound of air being squeezed out.

"It's really bulging."

When he was a child, he once filled a bottle of cold air in winter and carefully hid it in the cabinet, looking forward to opening it again in summer.I completely forgot about it until years later, when I was cleaning the bottle again.

So in another winter, the old bottle of wind regained its freedom.

The empty classroom is like a box that stores cold air, and bustling people come in to squeeze out the cold.Therefore, Mi Zhiqiu couldn't help being late for class in winter, and hoped that the students would save more warm carbon dioxide.

Sometimes Xia Xinran and Xia Xinran took public lectures together, and Xia Xinran would describe him as fluffy like an old hen, making people want to lean in.

Apart from praising him for his proper use of words, Mi Zhiqiu could only block Bao in the middle and tell him to stay away.

It seems to be a trick to prevent the same table from copying the papers in the exams in elementary school.

Both of them were close to each other, and there was always the illusion of getting closer. Xia Xin suddenly encouraged him to draw another [-]-point line, and Mi Zhiqiu asked him.

"College student, do you bring a pencil when you go out?"

not at all.

University classrooms are often only filled with light and the voice of the teacher. The room cannot hold so many breaths, and they are crowded with each other, and they gather around the clock to urge the second hand to run.

It seems that if it is slower, it will be overtaken by the sleepy god.

The unsmiling weather sipped the wind, lying outside the window to observe the entangled furry sleepiness.

Mi Zhiqiu was always distracted in public lectures. He couldn't even concentrate on playing with his mobile phone. When he was in a daze for a while, his eyelids would droop accidentally. Every time he woke up, he still looked at Xia Xinran seriously, "I'm Only slept for 5 minutes."

Xia Xin suddenly looked at the red mark on his face, stretched out his hand to click on the evidence, and admitted against his will, "Well, up to 6 minutes."

It may be that Xia Xinran's lies of helping the tyrant were too smooth. Sometimes Mi Zhiqiu simply slept until everyone left after class, but he couldn't wake up. Xia Xinran played with his hair for a long time before he loosened up in a daze, put his head on the table, hugged He said his feet were numb.

Xia Xin comforted him suddenly, "It won't go numb after only sleeping for 5 minutes, be strong."

Mi Zhiqiu’s self-knowledge told himself that this person was mocking him for sleeping since class, and changed the subject silently, “Why is the classroom warmer than the bed when sleeping.”

Xia Xin suddenly vetoed with a smile, "Impossible, I always suspect that your quilt will crush you to death."

On the contrary, there were not many people in the classroom during the exam week, because Mi Zhiqiu only had one open book left, so he basically came here to flip through the books and stimulate Xia Xinran who still had an important exam.

The narcolepsy that hadn't been cured throughout the winter naturally broke out as usual, and he quickly hugged his coat and leaned against the window to sleep in the dark.

The pen and the paper rubbed against each other earnestly. As the evening approached, the classroom had become a little dark. Xia Xin suddenly only turned on the light on the other side to sort out the review materials on the last page.

It was at this time that Mi Zhiqiu's cell phone suddenly broke into the silence and vibrated on the table. Xia Xin wanted to wake up Mi Zhiqiu, but after a glance, he found that it was Dahei calling, and guessed that he was going to have dinner together tonight. Something, cut off the call for him.

He walked out of the classroom, stood in front of the window where Mi Zhiqiu was sleeping, and called Dahei with his mobile phone.

The pick-up was very fast, "Yard grass! Mimi will stay with you."

Xia Xin suddenly tapped Mi Zhiqiu's forehead twice through the glass.

Eccentric, only Dahei is allowed to shout like that.

"Yes." He told Dahei the classroom number, just about to ask where they are now.

"Okay." The voice over there was very noisy, and Dahei hung up hastily after finishing speaking, without giving anyone a chance to understand.

Xia Xin suddenly turned off the phone screen with some amusement.

As soon as the lights of the electronic products were dimmed, it seemed that the sun had set a little lower, making the classroom more orange.

On a whim, he exhaled on the glass, turning the heated breath into a mist, turning the glass window into a natural canvas.

Xia Xin stretched out his hand suddenly, and drew a pig's nose on Mi Zhiqiu in a misplaced manner, but the result fell short because Mi Zhiqiu sat inside and moved a bit.

He seemed to have had some fantastic fun, and with another breath, he laid down a new "canvas", this time with a cat's whiskers.

Every student is looking forward to finishing the exam as soon as possible, hoping that the upcoming holiday will come in a hurry. Only Xia Xinran hopes that the exam week at the end of the semester will be as long as possible, and it is best to stretch it to the length of a marathon.

It seems that all the quiet self-study time has turned into a countdown, and he and those cramped students made a wish that the hour hand would move slower, just like a person watching the sunset, always telling the sun to leave slowly.

He gave himself a promising future to wait for, but before it started, he felt his heart swell, like bubbles in a hot pot, fleeing hotly.

But those fermented things are not regrets, but a piece of tangerine peel in the sun.

Mi Zhiqiu's drooping eyelashes, because of the setting sun, cast shadows like butterfly wings on his face.

Xia Xin stretched out her hand suddenly, and saw that the fingertips were the thinnest part of the palm, which would turn into different shades of warm orange through the light.

He wiped the position of Mi Zhiqiu's eyelashes, as if he wanted to see the lines of each eyelash clearly, but felt guilty for no reason, so he wiped the glass clean, leaving only rubbing fingerprints.

Even through the glass, it seemed that he accidentally touched Mi Zhiqiu's eyelashes, and his palms were itchy.

Xia Xin suddenly clenched his fists, a little amused by his behavior.

Then bent down and gently kissed Mi Zhiqiu's eyes.

The temperature on the lips was icy cold as the glass accepted his mischief, his touch, and finally the feathery kiss in place of the sleeping boy.

It was at this time that Dahei turned around the corridor.

When he saw Xia Xinran, he was a little bit taken aback, unconsciously holding his breath cautiously, hesitating whether to turn around and pretend he didn't see it.

But Xia Xin suddenly found him in the next second.

As if he was not the one who discovered the secret, he turned his face to look at the person at the end of the corridor, his eyes were full of smiles, sparkling and mottled.

Then he raised his finger, put it lightly on his lips, and made a shush.