you have the ability to wear a skirt

Fang Zilu is easy to be happy, at least Jian Liangyi thinks so.

One second he was obviously still unhappy, the next second he leaned over to kiss her, and Fang Zilu laughed so hard that he forgot everything.

Like a puppy, it is very easy to coax.

It was so coaxing that Jian Liang felt a little distressed.

"Go back?" Fang Zilu wiped off the water on Jian Liangyi's lips with his thumb.

Jian Liang pursed her lips, only then remembered that his soup was still waiting downstairs.

Fang Zilu carried the schoolbag for him, and swept his eyes on the opponent's legs: "Can I go?"

"How many days have you been away..." Jian Liangyi underestimated in a low voice.

"See you have a new mount," Fang Zilu raised the car key in his hand, "Xiao Hei fell out of favor?"

Jian Liang paused for a moment: "...I even forgot that there is Xiao Hei."

Facts have proved that Xiao Hei's favor is still there.

In order to make it easier for Jian Liangyi to push the cart, Liang Yuebai bought him a relatively small eDonkey.

The seat cushion is also a bit hard in comparison, and Xiao Hei, who does not have Fang Zilu, sits comfortably.

"Want me to hug you?" Fang Zilu spread his arms, with a smile on his lips.

"No need." After Jian Liangyi propped herself into the car, before she could sit still, Fang Zilu grabbed the hood behind her and put it on her head.

"Cycling is windy." Fang Zilu even tidied up his hat thoughtfully.

Jane coolly said "Oh", and raised her hand to touch the circle of white fluff on the side of her hat.

His face was not that big, and it was almost sunk into the soft side by the thick hat.

"I can't even see my face." Fang Zilu reached into his hat and gently wiped Jane's cool side face.

The jaw line draws the fingertips, and it feels that the other party has lost a lot of weight.

Jian Liangyi leaned back and left Fang Zilu's fingers.

He looked around, the campus was a bit deserted after twelve o'clock, everyone basically went back to the dormitory after eating, even a few people didn't have time to look at him.

"Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"See what?" Fang Zilu asked with a smile.

Jian Liangyi held her breath, shut up and didn't speak.

"Jian Liangyi, do you still think you're not a scumbag?" Fang Zilu sat on Xiao Hei and turned the front of the car, "We have nothing to do with each other, so you start to worry that others will see it. What's wrong? It's delaying your search for a partner?"

Jian Liangyi choked on her mouth, and poked Fang Zilu's side with her finger.

"Hey!" Fang Zilu grinned and hissed, "It hurts!"

Jian Liangyi frowned, moved her hand away, and then awkwardly pressed her palm against it: "How can it be so painful?"

He didn't exert much force just now, Fang Zilu would pretend.

"Aren't your hands cold?" Fang Zilu seemed to be in a good mood, he took care of Jane's coolness in his busy schedule, and put the hand on his waist into his pocket.

He rubbed it before putting it down, and his fingers were wrong together, which was dry and warm.

Jian Liang looked at Fang Zilu's furry back of his head, and raised his other hand to put his hat on.

"I'm not cold," Fang Zilu took off his hat, smiling uncontrollably, "Just take care of yourself."

Jian Liangyi had no choice but to withdraw her hand silently, and stopped moving.

The temperature at noon was not that low, but it was inevitable that the car would be windy when driving, which made Jian shrank his head in a cool way.

"Hey," Fang Zilu sneered, speaking in a low voice, scattered in the wind, "You are an acquaintance."

Jane coolly pushed aside the brim of her hat, and took a casual look with her probe, just in time to meet Feng Min's sight.

At that moment, Jian Liangyi was a little at a loss, and didn't know what expression or action to use to face it.

He lowered his eyes and subconsciously grabbed Fang Zilu's clothes.

I can no longer favoritism.

Because what Feng Min did made Jian Liang feel that it was too much.

"Why don't you stop?" Jian Liangyi didn't think of it until Xiao Hei drove a long way.

"You didn't tell me to stop." Fang Zilu said.

Jane coolly tore his clothes again, but didn't say anything after all.

"Do you want to stop?" Fang Zilu asked with a smile on his face.

Jane coolly let go of his clothes: "Watch your way."

Anyway, it's all over, and it's not necessary.

At the door of the dormitory, Jian Liangyi saw Xiao Cao standing under the eaves of the hall.

He raised his hand to take off his hat, walked over to take the thermos, and thanked him politely.

"What soup?" Fang Zilu swung the little black key with his index finger, and took it directly from Jian Liangyi's hand.

"Bone soup." Jian Liangyi bid farewell to Xiao Cao, and the two walked into the elevator side by side.

"What do you eat?" Fang Zilu pressed the elevator button, lowered his head and turned the thermos bucket, "Who gave it to you?"

Jane coolly: "My mother."

Fang Zilu looked up in surprise: "Auntie is here again?"

Jane nodded coolly: "She came...to take care of me."

The elevator door opened, and the two walked in.

"Didn't you see me before?" Fang Zilu asked.

Jian Liangyi stared at the thermos in a daze: "Winter vacation... something happened."

When getting out of the elevator, a message popped up on the phone, and Jian Liang clicked on it to see that it was from Feng Min.

-Auntie asked me to take you out for dinner in the evening.

Jane coolly stared at the message for a while, then turned off the phone and did not reply.

"Don't you want to give me a reply?" Fang Zilu beside him reminded him instead.

Jane coolly glanced at him: "Did you read my message?"

"Good brother," Fang Zilu shrugged, "I saw it as soon as I lowered my head, okay?"

"Good brother," Jian Liangyi also answered, "Then don't bow your head."

There are not many people in the corridor, and many bedrooms are sleeping with their doors closed.

Jian Liangyi took out the key to open the door, and after entering the room, Fang Zilu put the thermos bucket on the table.

"Brother, show me your legs." Fang Zilu took a bench and sat opposite Jian Liangyi, and handed him the matching iron spoon in the thermos. "By the way, tell me what happened during the winter vacation."

Jian Liang carried the thermos bucket over as if holding a child, unscrewed the loose lid, and the rich, salty aroma of bone broth rushed into her nostrils: "It's just... a family thing."

He picked something to say to Fang Zilu, and tried to simplify things as much as possible.

Fang Zilu listened carefully: "Well, how did you fall that leg?"

"Accidentally," Jian Liang took a spoonful of bone soup, blew and drank it, "it's not serious."

"Legs." Fang Zilu pulled out the cushion from under his buttocks, placed it on his lap, "show me."

"It's nothing to look at." Jian Liangyi looked at the fat floating on the soup surface, feeling a little embarrassed.

There was a palm-length scar on his calf, which could not be seen under the dressing.

Even if you see it, it's pretty ugly.

"Quick." Fang Zilu patted the cushion, and simply bent down to grab Jian Liangyi's legs.

"It's almost ready," Jian Liangyi struggled for the last time, "Don't you untie my shoelaces?"

Fang Zilu not only wanted to untie his shoelaces, he also wanted to untie his belt.

But in broad daylight, Jian Liang felt that it was outrageous, so she didn't let him mess around.

"I don't want to do anything," Fang Zilu put his hand on Jian Liangyi's calf, "I just want to see if Yan is serious."

"You don't understand," Jian Liang said, "I told you it's not serious."

The trousers were carefully rolled up, Fang Zilu's fingers touched the white dressing, and he took it away with a light touch.

He didn't speak any more, just looked down at where his fingers went, with a slight itch.

A little distressed.

"Does the operation hurt?" Fang Zilu asked.

Jane shook her head coolly: "There is anesthesia."

"That's right." Fang Zilu held his ankle, stuck his fingers between the sock and the bottom of his trousers, and rubbed his skin against the skin. "No wonder he fell asleep."

Thinking of how lost he was amidst the cheers of the crowd that night, Fang Zilu's eyes sank slightly, as if soaked in water.

Jian Liangyi would be wrong, thinking that Fang Zilu still cared about the phone call: "I really don't know..."

"Well, I understand," Fang Zilu interrupted him, "I don't blame you."

"I've already changed the password of my mobile phone," Jian Liang said again, "this won't happen again in the future."

"I really don't blame you," Fang Zilu laughed, "I was just wondering why I wasn't there when you were miserable."

He smiled a little forcedly, his eyes filled with joy.

Jian Liangyi was at a loss for words for a moment, and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Why is that person surnamed Feng always there? It's because of jealousy." Fang Zilu lowered his head, grasped Jian Liangyi's half of the sole of his foot, and muttered, "It's like I was a bad guy destroying you?"

Jian Liang curled up her toes: "Don't think too much."

"I don't think about it too much," Fang Zilu said, "Then can you tell me first what happens to you in the future?"

Jane nodded coolly: "Yes."

"By the way, can you let Feng stay away from you?" Fang Zilu asked again.

Jian Liangyi put down the half-drinked bone broth, lowered her eyes to think for a while, and then looked at Fang Zilu again: "Can we discuss something?"

Fang Zilu patted the back of his feet: "Tell me what it is first."

Jian Liang thought for a moment, then said, "I promise I won't do anything to Feng Min, and you don't want to do anything to him either."

Fang Zilu sneered: "You should make sure that he doesn't do anything to you. If that lunatic breaks the pot and hits hard, I can't fight back?"

"Fang Zilu, I'm a man," Jian Liang looked at her fingers resting on her lap, "If I don't want to, no one can do anything to me."

Fang Zilu paused, and slowly heard a little sweetness from this sentence.

"Oh, I thought about you before, but you also thought about it."

Jian Liang's brows instantly frowned on Lao Gao: "I'm telling you something serious."

"What kind of business is this?" Fang Zilu moved closer, and rubbed Jian Liangyi's brows away with his thumb, "You told me that there is nothing wrong with it, why don't you just admit that I am your boyfriend?"

Jian Liang blinked her eyes, watching the hand that was still messing with her face just now returned to his feet.

"..."

"Don't just touch my feet and then touch my face."

"Don't change the subject." Fang Zilu stretched out his hand to Jian Liangyi's face again, "What's wrong? What are you worried about?"

Jian Liang leaned back to hide from him: "Actually, you know it in your heart."

"What do I know?" Fang Zilu asked.

"The two of us, what I mean," Jian Liangyi pushed Fang Zilu's hand away, "Actually, we both know."

So many hugs, so many kisses.

I have seen the smile in each other's eyes, and I know each other's current mood.

If you don't have an idea, you won't even approach the other party again and again.

"I don't know," Fang Zilu replied very simply, "If you don't tell me, those will always be my guesses."

"You guessed right." Jian Liangyi said quickly.

"What am I guessing?" Fang Zilu grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward.

Some words are ready to come out, but it is difficult to speak.

Jian Liangyi heard her warm heartbeat, but tried her best to suppress it to calm him down.

Fang Zilu waited for his answer patiently and gently.

"I'm a man," he finally couldn't help but say, "Have you figured it out yet?"

Fang Zilu seems to have found the crux of the problem.

He rolled his eyes and pursed his smile: "You're just asking me this question now?"

After Jian Liangyi finished speaking, she felt that she was being hypocritical, and turned her head to stagger his gaze.

"Jian Liangyi?" Fang Zilu pulled his fingertips, bowed his head and kissed him, "I've made up my mind."

Hearing these short words, Jian Liang's heart ached.

He turned to look at Fang Zilu, his fingers trembling with nervousness.

"You didn't even think about it."

Fang Zilu laughed: "Why do you think about it?"

Jian Liang couldn't explain why, so she simply put her legs back and went to sleep.

"No shoes?" Fang Zilu stood up and hugged Jian Liangyi, "Have you lost weight?"

"Put me down," Jian Liangyi frowned, "Don't keep hugging me."

"There's no one in the dormitory." Fang Zilu even swayed an inch, "I didn't hug him outside."

That's the reason, but Jian Liangyi always feels that she can't adapt to the feeling of being hugged by others.

Fang Zilu put the man on the bed and sat down: "I won't hug you when your legs are better."

Jane coolly said that she believed your evil.

"Are you still sleeping at noon?" Fang Zilu sat by the bed, "Less at four o'clock in the afternoon."

Jian Liang lowered her eyelashes: "Yes."

Fang Zilu gritted his canine teeth, and his eyes curled up when he smiled: "Do you want me to take off your pants?"

Jian Liang felt the black line on her forehead: "Get lost."

It was indeed difficult for him to take off his trousers, but it was not too difficult to ask Fang Zilu to help.

"How do you usually take a shower?" Fang Zilu asked again, "Do you want me to help you?"

Jian Liang felt that Fang Zilu was really putting his nose on the face now: "Aren't you living outside?"

"Did you use paper in your previous life? You can hold grudges without a notebook," Fang Zilu held Jian Liangyi's side face with one hand, unwilling to let it go, "I didn't take anything with me, so why?"

Rubbing the end of her eyes with her fingertips, Jian Liang's eyelashes drooped, covering those beautiful eyes.

The hair is scattered in front of the eyebrows, and the smooth forehead can be seen with a flick of the index finger.

Fang Zilu couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed him: "Don't worry about what you're worried about, I've thought about what you've thought about."

Jian Liangyi grabbed a piece of bed sheet with her fingers, and pursed her lips until she was bloodless.

"It's okay," Fang Zilu said, "I'm here."

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The author has something to say:

The comments in the last chapter seemed to bring me back to when I wrote my first Danmei book, and there were so many cuties arguing for the injustice.

Sure enough, an author's xp is hard to change, so I'm just like this...