suppress his susceptibility period

Cheng Xi was not as afraid of Shen Xiuran as Chi Wei, but he was definitely far from daring to mess around with him like Jiang Lu.

Jiang Wang asked Shen Xiuran to take the lead, but he was at a loss what to do, he just stood there with his hips akimbo: "Brother Jiang, why are you cowardly? I just took a look, you said you are not bald, what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Wan pressed the hat with one hand, looked back at Cheng Xi from Shen Xiuran's arms, and was about to speak proudly, when suddenly a big hand pinched the back of his neck, pulling him away from the gangster with irresistible strength.

The palm was soft and dry, and the skin that was tightly attached was the place where his glands should have grown.

Even if there is no differentiation, he is still so sensitive that he feels like an electric current is passing through his ears.

Jiang Wang shuddered slightly under Shen Xiuran's hands.

Shen Xiuran's eyes were as quiet as a dead leaf butterfly parked on the ice-cold lake, staring at the young man in front of him who didn't know how deep he was.

Wearing an upside-down peaked cap did not make the boy look mature, and paired with a loose blue and white school uniform jacket, it made him more youthful and vigorous, which is unique to high school students.

Probably because he was not used to being restrained like this, he put one hand on Shen Xiuran's arm and tilted his head slightly.

After the momentary astonishment in the brown pupils faded away, there was still a starry and loose smile, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the dimple hung brightly on the left cheek.

It was so clean that it seemed that there was a glazed halo all over his body at all times, so pure that it made people want to get close to it, or even destroy it.

Shen Xiuran pursed the corners of his mouth indifferently, and felt the pulse beating under his fingers, which was both vigorous and fragile.

One, one, another.

It seemed as if she was constantly trying to get close to his fingertips and act like a baby with him intimately.

Like its owner, its perception of danger is infinitely close to zero.

"Squad leader, let's have a table front and back. Why are you so unfamiliar?"

The two looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths raised a bigger arc: "Oh, do you want to tell me to stay away from you again?"

He was afraid of Cheng Qi's surprise attack, so he kept pressing his hat with one hand.

Shen Xiuran carried out the silence to the end, looking down, fixed on a little red on the side of his neck.

White is the base, dark red is on the top, they complement each other, as long as you connect with its origin, you can get two more sultry flavors.

Jiang Wang felt that his saw-beaked gourd became more and more interesting the more he looked at it.

He didn't have enough strength to pull Shen Xiuran's hand away, and he didn't spend that much effort to slam it. He just tilted his head and lay down on his wrist.

The weight of the whole head rests on his arm, like a naughty cat, naughty and coquettish.

"However, why do you have to stay away?" A certain "good boy" surnamed Jiang asked sincerely.

When it came with a warm weight, Shen Xiuran withdrew his hand as if he was being burned without hesitation, his eyes were even colder: "Go back if you don't carry it."

The good boy Jiang Zhu let out an oh, but he didn't move when it was over.

It was a bit annoying to continue to ask the unanswered question: "So why do you have to stay away? Everyone is A, and AA can give you a kiss. It is better to get closer to exchange feelings."

After finishing the question, he threw out the Arabian Nights self-question and answer: "Could it be that you are actually O, the monitor?"

"But it doesn't matter even if it's O." He smiled purely and tiredly, and even his tone sounded like a hooligan: "Don't say that Brother Jiang hasn't differentiated yet, even if you have differentiated, he will definitely not bully you."

"Brother, I'm a good man, you should rest assured of me."

Jiang Wang is used to being reckless, full of self-confidence, plus his tongue is sloppy, he opens his mouth to make jokes, and never feels that there is anything wrong.

But there are some things he doesn't know that can't be jumped out randomly. If one accidentally jumps on the iron plate and gets the backlash, it will be himself.

Back at the dormitory at night, Jiang Wang had just hung up the washed school uniform when he received a message from his brother Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng rarely took the initiative to send him messages.

Yes, it's not that they don't send out, it's that they are very few, so few that they can be ignored.

Maybe I accidentally remembered the existence of his younger brother, and remembered that they hadn't contacted for a long time, so I just sent a random one, there was no deeper chill, just a random one.

However, since they only contacted each other two days ago, Jiang Wan guessed that his brother felt that since he had received birthday wishes, he should do it one more time and express his gratitude.

Because the tone of the message was still as polite as the most distant acquaintance.

Jiang Sheng: [How are you doing recently? 】

In order to keep pace with him, Jiang Huang's reply was very polite: 【Everything is fine. 】

Jiang Sheng: 【That's good, call me if you need help. 】

Jiang Wan: 【Thank you bro. 】

Jiang Sheng: [Yes. 】

The short chat ends here again.

Standing on the balcony facing the playground, Jiang Wang stared at the chat record for a while, which was not enough to turn the page, but finally kept it and did not delete it.

"Son, you haven't had enough for dinner, why don't you drink the northwest wind here?" Xu Yunjia gnawed on an apple and came out to put the basin.

Jiang Huang put away his mobile phone, looked around the playground slowly, with a dull and deep expression on his face: "No, Dad is picking a good location for you. It would be more appropriate to think about where to bury you in the physical education class tomorrow."

Xu Yunjia: "Can you dig a plastic track or a football field?"

Jiang Wang turned to look at him: "The slop bucket in the canteen doesn't need to be dug, it's soft and big, and it comes with a lid as standard, do you want it?"

Xu Yunjia: "..."

Zhou Cheng also came and knocked on the sliding door leading to the balcony of the dormitory: "What are you two looking at here?"

This sentence was just a random question, and I didn't expect to get an answer that they didn't know. After asking, I said to Jiang Wang: "Xiao Jiang, I wanted to tell you just now, but I forgot when I turned around. Your other school uniform Let’s hang it up this morning, now you have washed this one too, what will you wear tomorrow?”

Jiang Wang really forgot, after Zhou Chengyi reminded him, he was shocked: "Yeah, I just hung it out this morning!"

He hurriedly took the clothes rail and took off the morning one, dried his hands and touched it - it really wasn't dry.

Gee!

Jiang Wan has a headache.

Put the clothes back to dry again, turned to ask them: "You—"

"My other one has just been washed and it's not dry, and so is the room manager."

Xu Yunjia knew what he was going to ask, and smiled gloatingly: "I'm sorry, I can't help you, or else you'll take off my clothes and put them on yourself after you bury me tomorrow?"

Jiang Ju stared at him gloomily for two seconds, raised two fingers to his mouth and blew, then turned around and poked him on the shoulder, then retracted.

Zhou Cheng, Xu Yunjia: "?"

Jiang Lu: "Nizi, you're going to die if you got hit by my Bone Bone Finger."

After finishing speaking, disregarding the smeared expressions of the two of them, they raised their chins coldly and turned around to enter the dormitory.

Zhou Cheng: "..."

Xu Yunjia: "..."

see hell.

Why is this nasty childish ghost their roommate? ? ?

Chi Wei didn't know where he went and hasn't come back yet, he wasn't sure if he had any extra school uniforms, just to be on the safe side, Jiang Lu decided to go to Song Yang's dormitory to borrow some.

But as soon as I arrived at the door, before I could raise my hand to knock on the door, I heard a crisp cracking sound from the dormitory opposite door 306——

It seems that some glass product accidentally fell on the ground, and it must be smashed to pieces by the sound.

That was Shen Xiuran's dormitory.

Jiang Wang's footsteps towards 306 stopped.

He stopped in place for a while, then turned around and walked to the opposite door.

The door is covered and the situation inside cannot be seen, only the faint light can be seen from the crack of the door close to the ground below.

Jiang Wang put his hand on the door when he was about to knock on it, only to find that the door was only ajar, not closed tightly, and could be opened with a light push.

Out of politeness, Jiang Wang knocked twice, and reported his name by the way.

After waiting for three seconds without hearing any rejection, I consciously opened the door and walked in.

The smell of spirits came to the fore.

Shen Xiuran stood in front of the desk with his head bowed, and raised his eyelids to look over.

His face was pale, his eyes darkened, he was clearly there, but for some reason, he always gave people the illusion that no light could fall on him.

There was a puddle of shattered glass shards under his feet, so broken that he couldn't see the original appearance at all, and half a bottle of liquid dripped onto a small area around his feet, Jiang Huang guessed that the smell of wine should come from there.

So he subconsciously backhanded and closed the door again which could block most of the smell.

Jiang Wang looked at Shen Xiuran, then at the debris on the ground, walked up to him with undisguised surprise in his smile: "Squad leader, should I praise you for your good spirits or your courage, actually drinking secretly in the dormitory alone?" ? Are you afraid that no one will wake you up in class tomorrow if you drink too much?"

I never noticed that Shen Xiuran's gaze never moved away from him from the moment he entered the door.

There is a rare subtle light floating in the pitch-black pupil.

Sinister and deep, that is the dangerous light that a tired and hungry carnivorous hunter will only emit when he sees the prey that comes to his door.

They lurk in the dark, keeping their eyes on every move of their prey.

The sharp claws reveal a sharp tip under the pads, waiting for a complete opportunity, waiting for one's patience to be pushed to the limit, waiting for worries to be broken by an irrepressible instinct.

Then it launches an attack, swiftly pounces on the prey, and its fangs are strong enough to bite off the prey's throat.

And all this, the prey is unaware.

"Really drunk?"

Jiang Lu folded his arms and moved closer to him to observe him.

The tea-colored pupils are clean, bright and clear, and the bit of mischievous publicity wrapped in them is like a mayfly to a tree, a drop of water to a vast ocean, which can easily be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Be thankful that the half-pipe inhibitor worked in his body, reducing his desire for him.

Shen Xiuran's hands hanging by his side trembled slightly uncontrollably, completely covered by the loose cuffs of his shirt, and his face was invisible.

"What are you doing here?" He asked him, no drunkenness could be heard in his cold and hoarse voice.

Oh, so I wasn't drunk.

Jiang Wan curled his lips in disappointment, the alcohol in it made him a little dizzy, and said casually: "I have washed both school uniforms, and there are not many other people in the dormitory, so I just want to ask you how the two school uniforms are doing. ..."

As he spoke, he thought about stepping back, away from the pool of wine stains on the ground, so that the smell of wine rushing into his nostrils would not be so strong.

However, before the action was implemented, he discovered another abnormality on Shen Xiuran's body, and his head suddenly turned when he was talking.

"Baby, why is your neck so red, it's almost bleeding."

He frowned, and reached out to his glands: "Are you allergic?"