you have the ability to wear a skirt

This instant kiss was caught off guard, and Fang Zilu was stunned for a long time before he could react.

——Then holding Jane's coolness, she was about to start chewing.

Jian Liangyi tightly covered Fang Zilu's mouth with her hands, and pushed him back: "If you dare, there will be no next time!"

"Why?!" Fang Zilu's words were stuffed in the palm of his hand, his eyes widened and he protested seriously, "If you can, I can't?"

"There is a difference between a human and a dog."

"I'm so perfect!"

"..."

Jian Liang couldn't help laughing.

He rarely had such a smile, at least Fang Zilu had never seen it before.

The boy's eyes were curved, and the line of his lips was stretched. He wanted to hold back, but he easily showed joy from the corner of his mouth.

Fang Zilu calmed down in an instant, raised his hands to hold the side of his face, and rubbed the corners of his upturned eyes.

He has perfect peach blossom eyes, he turns into a fox when he smiles, obviously there is no light, but the boy's skin is white, as if reflecting the light, his black eyebrows are imprinted on Fang Zilu's pupils, scalding marks like scorching.

"Smile more," Fang Zilu touched Jian Liangyi's eyes, "It looks good when you smile."

Jane coolly closed her eyes, her eyelashes swept over her fingertips, like stroking a feather, a little itchy.

He slowly put away his smile, his eyes lowered and covered his eyelids.

The sweater Fang Zilu was wearing was black, with a thick knitted pattern on the chest, which was hard to see at night.

"Don't say it looks good."

Fang Zilu understands that Jian Liangyi has a catch--it cannot be said to be good-looking.

The person who was smiling happily, he said something nice, and his expression immediately collapsed.

But fortunately, he didn't get too angry, even after returning to the dormitory for a long time, he still looked sullen.

Fang Zilu reflected on how many times he had said it before, and his heart felt cold in an instant.

"Not angry," Jian Liangyi sat at the table and sighed, "Don't think too much about it."

His emotions affected Fang Zilu, who was as emotionally sensitive as a little girl, who would tremble with fear at the slightest sign of trouble.

The girl is pregnant.

Jian Liang wanted to laugh a little bit.

Fang Zilu was such a big man, he was a good match for this incomprehensible word.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Zilu carried the clothes hanger to the balcony to dry the clothes, and flicked Jian Liangyi's pinnae with his fingers as he walked past Jian Liangyi.

Jane coolly covered her ears and turned to look at him.

Fang Zilu is tall, and he doesn't even need a clothes rail to dry his clothes. He just hangs them up as soon as he lifts his hand: "Okay, I won't talk about it in the future."

Jane coolly looks away.

Fang Zilu was always accommodating him, without reason, infinitely accommodating.

As long as you show that you are not happy, the other party will be able to sum up the reason after a while.

This kind of "care" Jian Liangyi has never felt, but it is undeniable that it feels very good.

It’s over.

Jian Liangyi bent her knees and stepped on the stool.

Fang Zilu is a little too nice.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening after Jane Liangyi took a shower.

He threw the change of clothes into the basin, lowered his head and picked up the pajamas and smelled them under his nose.

"Fragrant." Fang Zilu suddenly appeared from behind him.

Jian Liang took half a step back and pushed the puppy's head away from her neck.

"You don't want to dry your hair?" Fang Zilu walked to the left and sat down, fiddling with his mouse a few times.

Jane coolly scratched her half-dried hair: "I'm too lazy to blow it."

He does not have a hair dryer, and his hair dries naturally after taking a shower in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"I have a cold," Fang Zilu took out a hair dryer from his drawer, "Come here and let me blow it for you."

There was an unread message displayed on the phone on the table, Jian Liang clicked on it to see that it was from Feng Min.

-Are you there?

Jian Liangyi looked down at the familiar name and stood there in silence for a long time.

"Huh?" Fang Zilu stepped on the ground, pulled back the bench and stood up, "What good things are you looking at?"

Jian Liangyi put down the phone, Fang Zi hid behind him and plugged in the hair dryer.

"Door call/service."

After he finished speaking, the hair dryer buzzed.

Jane coolly sat on the stool and let Fang Zilu ravage/ruffle his hair at will.

The soft hair passed through the fingers and stuck to the skin, feeling a little cool.

The drops of water fell, and the hair was slightly past the ears. Fang Zilu's finger brushed his temples, and inserted/inserted it into the hair again.

"The hair is long," he said with downcast eyes, "do you have time to cut it?"

Jian Liangyi's hair has always been long, and when she wears a skirt, the peaked cap is pressed again, just like a girl's short hair.

In the first few months of school, I went to the barber shop several times. Jian Liang intended to keep this length, and it has not changed.

"Don't do anything you don't like." Fang Zilu turned off the hair dryer and stood beside him winding the wires, "When you see him, you see him. What kind of dress are you wearing?"

Jian Liangyi raised her eyes in surprise, and met Fang Zilu's slightly smiling gaze.

"I didn't mean to see your phone," Fang Zilu shrugged, pointed at the phone on the table with his chin, and said helplessly, "I happened to pass by when the message came, and I saw the two words on the screen at a glance. "

Jane coolly pursed her lips, and raised her hand to take the phone.

There was a little bit of guilt, as if he had done something to offend Fang Zilu.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Fang Zilu pulled his stool over and sat beside Jian Liangyi.

Jian Liangyi looked down at the phone in her hand, turned over and over to look at his corner design.

"Stop talking if you don't want to," Fang Zilu sighed, "tell me when you want to."

Jian Liangyi was a little confused and nodded casually.

Before going to bed at night, Jian Liangyi reopened Feng Min's message in bed.

He looked at the time and guessed that the other party might have fallen asleep.

It's been so long since I replied, and I don't know if Feng Min is angry.

Maybe he was already angry when he saw him walking with Fang Zilu in the afternoon.

With a broken attitude, Jian Liangyi replied to Feng Min with a simple and concise word.

-exist.

He guessed that the other party might not respond to him until the next day, but within a few seconds of sending the message, Feng Min's reply came.

- Uncle is sick.

Jian Liangyi's heart sank suddenly, and she sat up from the bed.

Fang Zilu, who was sleeping opposite his feet, was still leaning on the pillow and playing with his phone: "What's wrong?"

Jian Liangyi tugged at her bangs: "It's nothing."

One obviously didn't want to say anything, so the other didn't continue to ask.

But he was still a little emotional, so Fang Zilu turned off his phone and lifted the quilt to sleep.

Jian Liangyi saw it, but she didn't have time to care.

He looked at the message from Feng Min, and his heart was in a mess.

-What disease?How much does it cost?

He quickly calculated how much savings he had in his bank card, and then he became a little annoyed, not understanding why he had to wipe this bastard's ass.

- don't know.

- Let's talk in person tomorrow.

Jian Liangyi put down her phone, and squeezed her Qingming acupoint hard.

Say it to your face.

He hasn't spoken to Feng Min face to face for a long time.

Want to wear a skirt?

Jane coolly typed this sentence in, but hesitated for a long time before sending it.

Like an untouchable Pandora's box, once mentioned, it will open up desperate memories——

"Mom, there's a little sister here."

"Sister, don't be afraid, I will protect you in the future."

The little boy who brought him home was full of joy, and he called his sister affectionately.

Although Jian Liangyi is young, but she has experienced too much, she can understand the other party's thoughts immediately.

He refused to take off his skirt and avoided taking a shower.

He would just eat a little if he wanted to, and leave when he was full.

But Feng Min wouldn't let him go, he just excitedly called his sister all day long.

It wasn't until the next day that he found out that the man had chicks/chickens like himself.

Feng Min's mother couldn't help laughing, but Feng Min was dumbfounded.

He cried all night, as if he was deceived by the whole world.

Jian Liangyi had no choice but to secretly change into the washed gauze skirt, and crouch next to him again.

He didn't speak, didn't leave, just huddled there quietly.

Feng Min beat him and called him a liar, but Jian Liangyi endured it and refused to leave.

"How can boys wear skirts?"

Yeah, how can boys wear skirts.

Jian Liangyi hugged her knees and rolled herself into a small ball.

But if you don't wear a skirt, you will be beaten, you will not be able to eat, and you will have no money.

"The dress is so pretty!" Feng Min almost burst into tears.

"But, but..." His voice was so small that no one could hear it except himself, "I've been wearing it all the time."

In the end, Jian Liangyi still sent the message.

Feng Min didn't reply, the result can be imagined.

The next day was a weekend break, and the two made an appointment to meet in the morning.

Fang Zilu was still sleeping when Jian Liangyi got up, he relaxed his movements, washed and changed his clothes.

The skirts in the closet were folded and placed in the corner, and the blue one was on top, which was just worn last time.

Feng Min likes blue, so he likes his eyes.

Jian Liangyi would always pick this one first when wearing skirts, and she also likes to wear it the most.

I like it in comparison.

In fact, I don't like it.

Jane coolly put the skirt into her bag, ready to go out as usual.

Turning around, Fang Zilu was sitting by the bed, not knowing when he woke up.

"Where are you going early in the morning?" Fang Zilu said in a drake voice, his voice almost split.

"Library." Jian Liang said casually.

Fang Zilu scratched his messy hair, walked up to Jian Liangyi with his slippers on, and hugged him whole: "Aren't you usually reading in the dormitory?"

Jian Liang put the backpack on the table subconsciously: "I want to borrow a book."

"Hmm..." Fang Zilu buried his face into Jian Liangyi's neck, and rubbed his face for a while as if he couldn't bear it, "Can you come back at noon?"

"Yes..." Jian Liangyi felt that she could not write any more, "I, I will borrow this book."

"Then I'll go with you?" Fang Zilu asked.

"No need," Jian Liang pushed Fang Zilu away a little, "Go ahead and sleep."

Fang Zilu squinted his eyes and let him go.

His thumb brushed against Jian Liangyi's eyes, and stopped at the tail. The two people's eyes met in the air, and then they staggered.

There seemed to be deep meaning in Fang Zilu's eyes, but Jian Liangyi couldn't catch the deep gaze.

"Scumbag," Fang Zilu held Jane's cool face and kissed his forehead, "Come back early."

Jian Liangyi's heart skipped a beat, and she changed the subject: "Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

Fang Zilu curled his mouth, and continued to sleep on the bed without much energy: "I'll wait for you to have lunch."

The quality of his sleep seems to be good, and he can snore as soon as his head sticks to the pillow.

Jian Liang touched the place where Fang Zilu kissed just now, and thought of what this man said to her yesterday.

"Don't do things you don't like."

"When you see him, you see him, what kind of dress are you wearing?

Wearing a skirt in front of Feng Min seems to be a subconscious obedience, he has always been like this, and he has never thought of changing it.

But this time Feng Min didn't say that he must wear it.

The last time he met Feng Min in his pants.

Can I not wear it?

He doesn't want to wear a skirt.

Jian Liangyi paused in place for a long time, then suddenly bent down to find a paper bag, and took out a few short skirts from the closet.

How many beatings he received for these skirts when he was a child.

But when he grew up, he insisted on putting them on his body.

People can never come back alive.

Jian Liang thought about it all the way, and finally stopped at that remote but familiar corner of the stadium.

There is a large plastic bucket of garbage at the door of the bathroom. It was just cleaned last night and there is no garbage in it.

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The author has something to say:

Fang Zilu: Put the whole thing with the surname Feng in it.

Yiyi is also working hard to improve!

I really want to yell loudly: No one will not love Fang Zilu! ! !