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Xin Wan felt that he probably didn't fit in with the school. Since the start of school in September, there have been many ups and downs and smooth sailing. This time, he missed a week of homework. The first thing he did when he returned to school was to copy notes. Fang Yichuan lent the textbook to I left him, sat at his deskmate, and asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt a long time ago." Fang Yichuan's notes were densely written, and Xin Wan copied them with sore wrists, and shook them, "Why did you memorize so much?"

"Study hard, learn from me," Fang Yichuan stepped on the horizontal bar of the chair, chatted a few words, nothing more than complaining about the teacher and homework, hesitating, dodging his eyes, and said quickly: "You and you like What happened to that person?"

"That's it, I haven't figured out how to chase him yet," Xin Wan looked sideways at him, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter, can't you just worry about it?" Fang Yichuan coughed to cover up, "Hurry up and copy, class is about to start."

A slight sound came from behind, and Xin Wan looked over, only to realize that it was Wen Xiang who had returned.She stood behind, her naturally curly hair covering a little of her side face, making her look gloomy and silent.A few boys passed by the aisle in groups, picking at her hair maliciously: "What are the mosquito coils doing here?"

"What's the matter, mosquito-repellent incense is not allowed to walk upright yet," the boy behind echoed with a smile, exaggerating, "Every mosquito-repellent incense has its own dream of straightening itself!"

"Don't say that, it makes her look crooked." The boy laughed.

Wen Xiang blushed: "No!"

Xin Wan squeezed the pen holder tightly, Fang Yichuan hurriedly pressed his shoulder: "You still want to get ahead?"

"I didn't think about it," Xin Wan rubbed her nose, "I don't know how to fight."

The class bell rang suddenly, and the sound spread in the classroom like water waves. Fang Yichuan stood up and gave way to his seat, "You copy slowly, I'm not in a hurry, I'm leaving first."

Wen Xiang was able to return to his seat.Xin Wan's speed of copying notes was a bit slow, and she looked at her carefully to make sure she was not crying, so she was relieved.

The note was not finished until after school. Xin Wan let go of the pen when the bell rang. The English teacher packed up the textbooks and arranged the homework on the blackboard. Still smiling: "Don't worry, send out an entry form for the composition competition, everyone be active."

There was a wailing underneath.

Xin Wan stuffed the application form into his schoolbag casually, and didn't take it out until he returned to Shuyue. It was wrinkled and he was not interested in composition, so he threw it aside.

After the meal, news of snowfall in various places began to be broadcast on TV. Babies wearing tiger-head hats, children rolling on the ground, and a few snowflakes falling on the shoulders of the citizens being interviewed made the cheekbones red and healed. Hair is clear.

After the news was broadcast, there was another bloody TV series. Xin Wan watched the TV series and did her homework. She was not very interested in the plot, and she couldn't write in the math homework. There was a portrait of a person drawn on the test paper. Halfway through the drawing, she realized that her eyebrows and eyes looked like Song Heng.

Song Heng came back late today, and it was dark outside.

Xin Wan kept looking up at his watch, watching the time tick by, and suddenly returned to the afternoon when he was waiting for the flight. He realized that he was relying too much on Song Heng, but can feelings be stopped casually?

You can't let the plane make an emergency landing on the sea halfway, and you can't cut other people's parachutes. Feelings are just letting go.

He waited for a while, only to wake up like a dream when he heard the knock on the door, put the ball aside, and hurried over.

As soon as he pressed the doorknob, he suddenly remembered that Song Heng had a password.

But the door had already been opened, and a black shadow flashed in front of him, pressing down on him, the strong smell of alcohol, and breathing on his neck, Xin Wan was startled, and just about to struggle, he suddenly heard Song Heng's voice next to his ear.

"Don't shake, dizzy..."

Song Heng supported the door frame with his hands, and left with his arms in his arms. Under the silver light of the corridor, his lips and eyes were red. He slightly pushed Xin Wan away, walked slowly and staggeringly into the living room, and almost fell down on the sofa, feeling bored. snorted.

Xin Wan closed the door.Qiuqiu was about to run to the sofa, Xin Wan picked it up and carried it into the cage, "Qiaoqiu stay alone for a while, be good."

He ran to the side of the sofa again.He was sure that Song Heng had been drinking, and his drunken demeanor was obvious.His eyes are loose, and he doesn't know where he is looking. It is fine to say that he is watching TV, or that he is watching the oranges on the coffee table.

Xin Wan asked softly, "Brother, why did you drink so much?"

Song Heng's breath smelled of alcohol, and it didn't smell bad. Xin Wan liked it. He wanted to get closer, so he put his ear close to him, and heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Headache."

At this time, it's time to make hangover soup—but Xin Wan doesn't know how to cook, nor can he make hangover soup.Just as he was about to get his mobile phone to check how he did it, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Song Heng seemed to have become naive after being drunk, half-closed his eyes, "Don't go."

Xin Wan was stunned for a moment, just like Song Heng would never refuse his request, he had no way to refuse Song Heng, so he could only stay where he was, and suddenly came up with a way to go around to the right side of the sofa, carefully Touching his leg, he said, "Why don't I press my head down for you."

Xin Wan didn't have much experience in massage, so she just clumsily pressed her thumb pad to her temple, and pressed the rest of her fingers against her scalp, pressing gently with strength.

The position required him to lean his upper body forward, which was tiring and made his arms sore.Xin Wan pressed on him earnestly, clumsily, and the surrounding was quiet for a while, only the sound of breathing remained.

After pressing for an unknown amount of time, Song Heng turned his head and complained like a child, "It's uncomfortable here."

The tie was black, the fingers were long and slender, and the tie was pulled off randomly, the color contrasted sharply.Xin Wan hurriedly went to untie his tie, her knuckles occasionally touched the skin of his neck, the black tie dripped in his palm, and it took a long time to untie it.

"Is that okay?"

Before Xin Wan finished speaking, there was a sudden force from his waist, and he fell on Song Heng, sitting on Song Heng's lap in an ambiguous position, with the tie in his hand flowing down to the ground and disappearing in the shadows.

Song Heng buried his face in his shoulder, sniffed lightly, felt him, his body temperature was so close, Xin Wan held his breath, feeling inexplicably thirsty, as if he had drunk alcohol, and almost tremblingly said: "elder brother……"

"Baby."

Xin Wan looked at him blankly, as if in a dream, her whole body was stiff.

Song Heng let go of his waist, looking straight at him with those eyes, as gentle as water, almost overflowing, pressed Xin Wanshui's red lips with his fingertips, rubbed them, and called him softly: "Baby..."

Putting his fingers through the soft hair again, Song Heng clasped the back of his head and kissed him.

The author says:

Because the plot here is better connected, so continue tomorrow.