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When a person talks to an unfamiliar person, the first reaction is to be decent, but when talking to the closest person, it will become awkward.

Xia Xin suddenly asked him if he could do it now.

Mi Zhiqiu raised the bar from a tricky angle, "You don't answer my question, why should I answer your question?"

The time span of this conversation is obviously not long, but it seems to be slowed down to become the last drop of raindrops falling on the eaves, procrastinating and never falling.Xia Xin seemed to think for a while before realizing which sentence made a mistake in this sudden progress.

For Mi Zhiqiuxuan who will leave it for a long time, he will definitely frown and say, "Of course it was someone who suddenly asked if you can kiss."

Then Xia Xinran would frame him and retort, "Someone asked me if I liked him, and he acted like he wanted to be kissed."

Mi Zhiqiu stomped on him on purpose, "I asked 'do you still like', 'do you understand'?"

Xia Xinran was always very angry with him, "You're quite narcissistic."

But now Mi Zhiqiu still adheres to the principle of talking in a corner, insisting on slurring every sentence, making Xia Xin suddenly react for a long time before he can figure out what is "my problem" and what is "your problem".

Xia Xinran can directly answer yes.Yes, I like you, I liked you before, and I still like you now.

But when he saw Mi Zhiqiu's neckline skin reddened as if he was allergic, he seemed unwilling to be an honest person so simply, and pulled up Mi Zhiqiu like a boneless cat.

In this way, the two people will get closer, and it seems that the sense of ceremony has become heavier. Mi Zhiqiu looked at him without knowing it, and heard Xia Xin suddenly asked a new fatal question, "Then ask again."

Let me answer you.

Mi Zhiqiu was stunned by that superficial kiss, and just now he came back to his senses, feeling that he was one head and two big, trying to stare coldly at Xia Xinran, and felt that he had reason to suspect that this person was asking questions knowingly.

He wanted to ask again in a calm manner, pretending to be indifferent, and felt that if he acted bravely, Xia Xin might laugh out loud in the next second.

When Mi Zhiqiu seldom got stuck, he held back his words for half a second, and finally exhaled on Xia Xinran's face like breathing out smoke, "I don't want to answer."

There is a little sweetness of watermelon between the lips and teeth.

In fact, it is different from what Mi Zhiqiu imagined, no matter whether he looks brave or indifferent, whether he answers or not, Xia Xin will always laugh.Because ever since the conversation got off track, Mi Zhiqiu has been like a Coke that has been shaken so that people dare not open the lid. It seems that every time the interaction between the two people gets closer to the usual point, they twist the lid dozens of degrees, and the carbon dioxide flows smoothly. The thread of the bottle body is bubbling out.

Until just now, the breath finally caused the lid to be opened, and the drink was all spilled on the hand, as if the Coke's breath had disappeared.

Mi Zhiqiu thought, laughing ass, but suddenly recalled when they ran into each other in the corridor at the beginning of the sophomore year, he also couldn't figure out what this person was laughing at, he looked tall and cold, but his laughter was strange and dense.

It seemed that the funny thing was Mi Zhiqiu.

The sticky feeling on the hands seemed to be transpired by a little sweat. Mi Zhiqiu felt the clear summer smell in the air, but when he smelled it carefully, he found that it might be the sweetness emanating from watermelon.

In fact, Mi Zhiqiu didn't need those answers that he asked knowingly, so he asked a new question with his jumping thinking, "When the sophomore year started, what were you laughing at?"

Xia Xinran really didn't react this time, and became much more sincere, and asked a nasal-like question.

"At that time in the corridor, Dahei was crying like a tearful man, but you were laughing." Mi Zhiqiu seemed to have grasped something suddenly, and purposely called him heinous.

Xia Xin suddenly followed the keywords to recall, and seemed to recall it easily.

He could answer with words, but he had to stretch out his hand to stroke Mi Zhiqiu's bangs before saying, "Because I envied you for being so rude to him at that time, and thought it was very cute."

There are too many meanings of warmth, but Mi Zhiqiu doesn't seem to feel it, like a person who is serious about exploring, "Then am I being rude to you now?"

Xia Xinran gently tugged at the longest strand of hair again, "You make me sound like a masochist."

At first, he thought that what he wanted was for Mi Zhiqiu to drop those polite distances, and then he thought that he wanted Mi Zhiqiu to be more reckless, and wanted to get those natural and cute moments of him.

Only now did he realize that he was more greedy than he imagined. He still wanted to see Mi Zhiqiu when he was unnatural and unlovable, and wanted to feel the distance when he was dependent.

The beginning of liking is always related to the other person's seemingly perfect appearance, but the beginning of love is related to imperfection.

Xia Xin suddenly wanted to admit that it was so difficult for him to like him, and he made eight hundred and ten turns with Mi Zhiqiu, but he seemed to get the Mi Zhiqiu he wanted to have in these moments.

Xia Xin suddenly laughed again, "You are the most rude to me."

Mi Zhiqiu watched his smile shrink a little bit, and then watched his smile bend into the corner of his mouth again, and his eyes fell on his hands, "Did you like me then?"

Then he saw that hand raised again, leaning over with Xia Xin's sudden warmth.

Mi Zhiqiu heard him say, "Yes, even much earlier than you imagined."

Xia Xin's voice was like a plush blanket, and like a cool silk scarf, gently draped over his body.

"I started liking you a long time ago."

Mi Zhiqiu was like a well-behaved little animal whose fur had been smoothed out. He felt the hand lightly resting on his ear, and he heard his own voice turn into a soft cloth.

Mi Zhiqiu said, "Yes."

This kiss is different from those casual touches, Mi Zhiqiu feels the soft licks on his lips, smoothing every dry line, and it seems that he is even more dry, and all the moisture has been absorbed by the summer.At the beginning, he was just held in his arms emptyly, but finally after exchanging breaths, the two of them panted, Mi Zhiqiu was suddenly hugged by Xia Xin who sat back on the chair, and regained possession of each other.The sense of aggression was too strong, Mi Zhiqiu seemed to be hugged by a large dog, and he seemed to be the prey pinned down by the back of the neck, accepting those primitive impulses.

"God first gave him shackles, and then gave him desire. He held the light of the tide and the fragrance of spices in his hands. He stood barefoot on the sandy port of the shallows, with the moon as his curtain, and the abyss as his burial. So you send him the years , give him treasures, give him your endless thoughts."

Mi Zhiqiu and Xia Xin suddenly kissed each other privately.