Tick ​​tick

Papa bear is a bear lying on its stomach, and ugly grass is... very ugly grass.

In fact, it is evergreen, but it is indeed a herbaceous plant. It seems that there is nothing wrong with calling it "grass".Thinking that there is a more accurate expression, Song Qiyou still thinks that the clock creature is not very good.

But none of this is as important as the "what's for lunch" life dilemma.Song Qiyou refused to go to Ma's Xiaochao again, Zhong Zhong patted the canvas bag and said helplessly, "I brought my own rations today."

The clock is wearing a dark green sarong with a deciduous tree printed on the side.The sarong was wrinkled as he patted the bag, and the wind just blew by, and Song Qiyou felt in a daze that the leaves were about to fall to the ground.

"Song Qiyou?" Clock waved his palm in front of him, "Why are you stunned? Have a new idea for the experiment?"

"No, let's go." Song Qiyou regained consciousness, and stared at the clock's face for a few seconds before walking towards the school gate, his mind was wandering, and his voice fell behind him, "When you are with me, don't use false voices."

Song Qiyou's ethereal thoughts came to fruition when he found that the clock did not bring his own rations after serving the dishes: I really can't believe what the clock said!The clock is playing on the opposite side, as if he has completed some incredible plan again.

"You can eat some of this chicken, just a little more soy sauce, and everything else is fine. It's fine if you don't eat anything."

"Every time I go back, I will eat." The clock's chopsticks fiddled with a piece of pure meat that Song Qiyou picked up, but he didn't put it in his mouth, "Trust me!"

Song Qiyou looked regretfully around the plate, trying to find another piece of meat that could fit into the eye of the clock: "You can lie to me that there is a lunch box in the bag even if I stand next to you."

This means that it is even more unbelievable when you can't see people.Clock put his chopsticks on the side of the bowl, propped his elbows on the table, and turned his face to Song Qiyou: "Then I said I like you very much, do you believe it or not?"

Looking at a piece of cinnamon, Song Qiyou felt that the brain's cooling system was not good, and it always burned when it was running at high speed.He raised his eyes cautiously, saw the obedient appearance of the clock holding his face, and asked, "Are you imitating flowers?"

"what?"

"Isn't holding your face imitating a flower?"

"Then it must be a flower fairy, right? Otherwise, I, a higher animal imitating a plant, would be too cheap."

Flowers are not plants, flowers are just organs of plants.Song Qiyou remembered that the clock creature was not good, and said tolerantly: "Then let's be the flower fairy."

The clock pushed the bowl containing several pieces of chicken unknowingly towards Song Qiyou: "We fairies don't eat, we only drink dew."

How did you turn back?Song Qiyou was dumbfounded, and the clock smiled into his eyes: "I won't tease you. I will definitely bring food next time, is that okay? And..."

"what?"

"Nothing." Clock shook his head.He originally wanted to say, you should believe it, otherwise I won't let you avoid the topic casually and continue talking along your topic.But when he thought about it, he decided to forget it.

Little things.

After the clock, I went to eat with Song Qiyou. I really prepared my own food. Every time I only tasted a small bite of Ma’s stir-fried dishes, I went to eat his "body maintenance meal"-a big piece looked just cooked and bland Great chicken breast and breast meat, and a box of vegetable or fruit salad.

Song Qiyou once mentioned that the clock is too thin, and the clock is innocent, saying that I look thin when I take off my clothes and have flesh. Next time I take off my clothes and show you, you will know that I am not thin anymore. Song Qiyou was so surprised that he choked on his food and drank water He choked again, stopped to eat food and bit his tongue again.

After a week, after almost one round of Ma's stir-fried dishes, Clock bites a strawberry and asks vaguely, "Are you busy tonight?"

"fine."

"Get off work early. I'll cook for you."

"Uh, where to do it?"

"Your house." The clock pecked another cherry tomato, "I live with my parents, it's inconvenient."

Song Qiyou remembered that the clock had said in the morning that he would cook for himself, and he had probably been looking forward to it for a long time, so he agreed.He usually gets off work at 05:30, but today he was half an hour earlier.

The sky was still bright, and the clock stood beside the low bushes in front of the museum building, holding a large bouquet of bright red roses.He went home and changed into a pink high-waist half-sleeve dress embroidered with flowers and birds. The embroidery on the skirt was entangled with the flowers he was holding.

Zhong Zhong didn't want to make things difficult for Song Qiyou. These days, he only came to wait for him at the end of get off work. He usually played with the pots of evergreen in the rest area, poured some water on them, and so on.Lived up to expectations, several pots of evergreen leaf tips were obviously withered and yellow.

He occasionally waits downstairs.The courtyard building is close to the relatives' building on campus, and Song Qiyou's get off work coincides with the time when the school affiliated to S University is out of school. On those rare occasions, Song Qiyou can see the clock playing with passing children.The child called the clock "sister", and the clock smiled very softly.

However, the clocks in "Usually" and "Occasionally" are neither cute nor neighbors, as they are today;

Song Qiyou's steps were a little awkward, and he didn't know what to say when he got to the clock.The clock handed him the flowers and said, "Take it."

Song Qiyou took it.

"Give it to me," said the clock again.

Song Qiyou gave it to him.

"Forget it was you who gave it to me." Clock laughed, very charming.

Song Qiyou felt that he had some bad thoughts, and said stammeringly: "It doesn't matter, next time, I will send you off next time." He looked at the flowers and tried to cover up: "How many flowers are there?"

"While I cook later, count yourself."

"Oh, good." Song Qiyou touched his nose, "Shall we go to the supermarket to buy vegetables?"

"I've already bought it this afternoon."

So Song Qiyou saw that the trunk of clock's pink convertible was stuffed with chicken, duck, fish, meat, fruits and vegetables.

"You drove this car?"

"That's right. It's the first time to visit your house, so be more grand."

Is this really "a little"?Song Qiyou didn't dare to talk anymore after looking at those dishes. Based on his understanding of Shi Yusu and genetics, he asked one more question, "Is it really appropriate to store vegetables in the trunk of a convertible car?" Clock would probably say that this trunk is so Little, I still despise serving dishes.

The clock refused to let Song Qiyou help, saying that it would affect his performance, so he was only allowed to stay in the living room.I don't know whether it's talent or the cooking speed developed by living alone in the United States for four years. He made two meat, two vegetables and one soup, and it's not over for dinner.After the ban was lifted, Song Qiyou sat down at the dining table holding the bouquet of roses, and said in surprise, "You have done so much?"

The clock was washing pots in the kitchen, jingling: "If you can't finish eating, wrap it in a fresh-keeping bag and put it in the refrigerator. You can still eat it tomorrow."

Song Qiyou was stunned: "I don't have a fresh-keeping bag at home."

Clock stopped what he was doing, turned around and smiled: "I bought it."

It's amazing to see that you can wash your hands and make soup with an apron on without touching your fingers.Song Qiyou couldn't help but got up and went to the kitchen. The clock looked at him and continued to smile: "This flower is stuck to your hand, how did you bring it to where? How many flowers did you count?"

Song Qiyou forgot that he came to the kitchen to praise others, and answered honestly: "99 flowers."

"Really count?" The clock chuckled, "What do you think about this number?"

Song Qiyou looked up the meaning of 99 roses, but he was too embarrassed to say.The clock let him go, the clock will always let him go, he kicked his calf affectionately: "Take a bowl for rice."

A quarter of the soul was kicked off by this kick. Song Qiyou tasted each dish according to the clock's instructions, and a quarter of the soul was shocked by the delicious food.He asked in surprise, "Have you ever learned cooking?"

The clock didn't move its chopsticks, and leaned forward: "I thought about it myself. Is it delicious?"

Not only is it delicious, it is simply "how many times can I taste it in the world", but Song Qiyou couldn't express such appreciation, so he asked in a daze with his mouth half open: "Do you want to be a chef?"

Is it so difficult to hear the word "delicious"?Clock was laughed angrily: "I want to be your own chef."

Song Qiyou couldn't connect, so he ate his food.The dishes are all those of Ma’s Xiaochao, but they are not persecuted by soy sauce like Xiaochao. It looks very light, but the taste is surprisingly fresh.Song Qiyou took another mouthful of chicken and couldn't help but ask, "How is this done?"

Replace peppercorns with pine nuts, scallions with millefeuilles, boiled water with seafood soup, cooking wine with white wine from the last century, and the clock itself has superb cooking skills, so it’s no wonder that this table is not delicious.But Clock is not going to tell Song Qiyou this: "Why do you need to know how to make it? I can make it for you when you want to eat it."

"That troubles you."

Song Qiyou is really a very understanding person. When he is embarrassed, he always touches his nose, trying to cover it up.

The drawstring on the sleeve dangled, and the clock got up and brought the remaining half bottle of white wine.Song Qiyou had a glass for him, but he didn't drink it. He leaned back on the back of the chair, put his feet on the chair, put his arms around his knees, watched Song Qiyou drink with interest, and chatted with each other.

After Song Qiyou had a drink, he pushed his own glass over, turned on the music on his phone, and chose the playlist that made the environment more peaceful.With such a good atmosphere, it is only natural for Song Qiyou to forget that he is incapable of drinking.

When the clock cleared the table, Song Qiyou drooped his head and sat on the sofa in a daze.When the clocks were packed and walked over, he saw that one of them looked like two. The closer the two clocks were, the more they were stacked together, and the hem of the skirt was swaying from side to side, attracting people.

The last clock kicked off the slippers and knelt on the sofa, Song Qiyou turned his head to look at him, his eyes were so beautiful, blinking, blinking.He said: "I cooked you a meal, you should give me some reward."

This request is very reasonable, Song Qiyou said "um" unconsciously, and the handsome face of Zhong Zhong began to enlarge in front of him, and a deceptively low voice came from his ear: "Learn to kiss with me."

Song Qiyou was shocked and sobered up.

Waking up too late.

He felt the pressure and touch on his lips, which were slightly dry at first, and then hot and humid. After the clock touched his lips reverently, he began to lick them dissatisfied, tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

He has been thinking about the feeling of kissing Song Qiyou for more than two years.

The tip of the tongue hooked and hooked, from the pearl of the lip to the peak of the lip, and then reluctantly to the lower lip.The clock ticked slowly and gently, as if there was infinite time to do it, and there was no rush.

The clock is not in a hurry, but Song Qiyou is as eager as an earthquake when the tsunami is approaching, but this eagerness is like a fist hitting cotton, which is weak and unable to exert force.The sense of touch is magnified by the unfamiliarity, and the whole body is numb, and the psychology and physiology are hit when they are not prepared, stimulating and helpless, indulgent and resisting.

Song Qiyou pushed the clock, but the clock hooked his neck, leading the two of them down on the sofa.Song Qiyou pressed the clock, felt his temperature through the fabric, and wanted to escape.The clock didn't let him escape, and sucking his lips, Song Qiyou's psychological defense was completely defeated, and he couldn't react anymore.

The only thing left to wander in the mind, sadly: the lips of the clock are really soft.

Tongue pried open Song Qiyou's lips, Song Qiyou unpreparedly let go of the guard, and the tongue went deeper into the mouth.Zhong Zhong's body was below, but he was the victorious attacker. He entangled Song Qiyou's tongue presumptuously from the shallower to the deeper, feeling Song Qiyou's slight trembling on his body.

Song Qiyou was originally sitting on the sofa, but his feet did not leave the ground after falling down, his body twisted in a strange posture.Clock's long legs hooked, and regardless of the lace of the pink panties being scattered in the long skirt, he hooked Song Qiyou's legs onto the sofa, letting Song Qiyou completely press himself on him.

Song Qiyou is like a bullied child, incapable of resistance and at his mercy.Clock was happy, bit his tongue, and slowly pulled it out of his mouth, and contained it in his own mouth like a delicacy.She freed another hand to caress his closed eyes, and forced and coaxed him harder to open them.

Song Qiyou's eyes were aggrieved and blurred, and sweat flowed from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, as if he was being bullied and burst into tears.The clock couldn't stand his gaze, and the frequency of sucking increased, deliberately leaking the sound of lust, and the leaked body fluid stuck to the corners of their mouths, and then sent his tongue back, and his own tongue went in and out of his mouth, like another A hint of thrusting.

At the same time, without falling to the ground for a moment, the eyes looked at him.

Zhong Zhong's skin is white, and after a toss, his face is red, the corners of his eyes are bright red, his cheeks are crimson, and his tongue is pink.The visual impact made Song Qiyou collapse. He wanted to close his eyes, but the slender fingers of the clock refused. He lowered his eyes to see the large expanses of red, as if witnessing a volcanic eruption.

Red flowed into his heart like magma.Burning and painful, overwhelming.

The remaining half of the soul was completely lost.