Y is my love of continuous reading

For the next two classes, which totaled about an hour and a half, he fell asleep all the time, and woke up in a daze once in the middle, and saw me taking notes, he was probably relieved, and fell asleep uncontrollably.

It was 09:30 when he woke up after class at nine o'clock, and half of the people who stayed in the classroom for self-study had left one after another.

Besides, this person who sleeps without distinction between personnel and personnel, if no one cares about him, he will probably lie here all night.

He didn't sleep soundly, his brows were furrowed from time to time, the meridians on his forehead twitched and jumped under his fair skin due to the exertion of his muscles, he always felt a bit intrusive, and he wanted to raise his hand to smooth the frown impulse.

I just tightly clenched the pen in my hand, clenched my free left hand into a fist, and used the nail of my index finger to draw traces on the homework paper.

By the time I realized it, I had been staring at him for nearly 10 minutes.

10 minutes, if you ask me what I thought about in these 10 minutes, I can't tell why.But in fact, I can explain it clearly, but I don't want to say it.

I blinked my eyes, took a deep breath, and wanted to move my eyes away from his face, to deal with the homework that I had neglected for a long time, but I caught off guard and looked into the pair of dark eyes that were originally closed.

K wakes up.

He squinted his eyes, probably adapting to the light outside, his eyes were still in a trance, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw me, a strange look flashed in his eyes, part of his mood was externalized, I don’t know why I actually felt a tinge of joy from him, but it was more of a surge of surprise.

Surprised, probably because I am surprised by the fact that I am still here with him, and happy, probably because I am dazzled!

K propped himself up from the table, leaned his back against the table behind him, opened his mouth to speak, but coughed uncontrollably.

He coughed badly, as if he wanted to expel all the air in his lungs, and his whole body shook accordingly, the table shook, and I shook too.

I wanted to raise my hand to comfort his back, but I was forcefully forced back by his eyes that never moved away from my face since waking up. I moved the thermos cup on the table to his face and motioned him to drink it. Moisturize your throat with some water.

He didn't move, just looked at me sideways, his eyelids were half drooping listlessly, his face was flushed with a different kind of blush from the violent cough just now, his lips were slightly pursed as usual, but very pale .

This is a kind of morbid beauty unique to adult men. It is different from the soft and morbid beauty that complements women, but a unique aesthetic feeling that is unique to men due to the collision between majesty and powerlessness.

I suddenly wanted to pick up my phone and take a picture of this painting.

But after all, think about it.

Fingers rubbed each other, then stretched out to the thermos cup on the table in a mysterious way, then opened the lid in front of him, and lifted it to his mouth in a mysterious way.

The water in the cup was still hot, and the hot air rose from the mouth of the cup, billowing around his face, blurring his delicate facial features and his eyes that never took his eyes off his face.

Something hit the rim of the glass in my hand.

His head lowered, and I lifted the bottom of the cup, and then I heard the sound of swallowing clearly.

His Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed, and a drop of water leaked from the corner of his mouth trickled down his chin and across his neck, escaped into the open neckline and disappeared.

I swallowed involuntarily.

The author has something to say:

Ah ah ah ah ah!I just can't write the sultry feeling of K!Do your best to flirt!