you have the ability to wear a skirt

Jian Liangyi habitually pretends to be dumb when she wears skirts. After so many years, no one thinks of him as hearing-impaired.

He was surprised by Fang Zilu's brain circuit, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Fang Zilu's gesticulating hand.

However, Fang Zilu didn't explain at the same time this time, and Jian Liangyi looked at it for a long time without understanding anything.

"Hey?"

Suddenly, Fang Zilu stopped, poked his head forward, and met Jian Liangyi's eyes: "You..."

The street lamps were dim, and the lighting was not good at all. In addition, most of the light was half covered by the brim of the hat, and the outline of the face could not be seen clearly.

But even so, at the moment when the eyes of the two met, Fang Zilu felt a "thump" in his heart.

Where had he seen these eyes before?

There was a night wind blowing, and the eyelashes trembled heavily.

Not knowing where the light reflected from, Fang Zilu saw sporadic dark blue flashes in his dark pupils.

He suddenly remembered the owner of those eyes.

"Jane coolness!"

The moment she heard her name, Jian Liangyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and the star spots at the bottom of her eyes were covered by thick black, hiding in the shadows.

No, how did he get recognized? !

"Brother Lu—" Someone shouted loudly in front of the barbecue stall not far away, "He hasn't come yet?"

The "person" the other party was waiting for was standing in front of him, Fang Zilu reflexively turned his head to answer.

It's just that a monosyllable just popped out of his throat, and before he had time to say anything else, someone grabbed his collar and pressed heavily on the wall at the entrance of the alley.

His back hit the brick wall, and a layer of white wall dust rustled down.

Fang Zilu said "Hey?!" in horror, and was about to say something, but quickly fell silent.

"To shut up."

A slightly suppressed hoarse male voice rang from his ears, and goose bumps immediately appeared on his arms.

It's outrageous, this person is really cool.

On the side of the road, they don't know which dormitory's spirited guy shouted happily "Lu Ge Lu Ge" and ran to the entrance of the alley.

Fang Zilu was picked up by the collar again by Jian Liangyi, and he stood firmly in front of the other party.

The spirited boy at the entrance of the alley poked his head in. The boy's broad shoulders covered it, and there seemed to be other people in front of him.

Looking down, even in a dark alley, it is not difficult to see the other party's long white and straight legs.

skirt!female!

"Mom!" He immediately turned around, running back as he came here.

Fang Zilu raised his chin, the front of his T-shirt was held by Jian Liangyi in his hands, as if he was ready to throw him over his shoulder at any moment.

He also really wanted to lie, but the atmosphere was a bit awkward right now, Fang Zilu held his surprise in his throat, trying to make himself look calmer for the time being.

"Don't get excited, I don't plan to say anything."

Jian Liang was silent for a moment, then loosened Fang Zilu's clothes.

"Uh..." Fang Zilu coughed lightly, and took a step back tentatively, "The man just now, Liao Ming, is in the dormitory next door."

Jian Liang raised her hand and pressed the brim of her hat. He didn't know this person.

The pretty brows are frowned, as if they don't know how to deal with the current situation.

"You are free to dress," Fang Zilu said casually, loosening his collar, "I have no problem, as long as you don't mind."

Jian Liang paused, and couldn't help but look up at the other party again.

He never thought that Fang Zilu would react like this.

After all, boys wear skirts, and he himself is somewhat incapable of accepting them.

But Fang Zilu had only known him for a few days, so he accepted it so calmly?

Seeing that Jian Liang didn't move, Fang Zilu, who was talking to himself, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.The moment her arm was raised, Jian Liangyi subconsciously retreated a little.

"Are you still going to eat barbecue?" Fang Zilu scratched his head, as if stretching his arms again, "If you don't go, you won't have anything to eat."

When Fang Zilu returned to the barbecue stand, a group of bastards yelled like he just came back from the wedding.

"Brother Lu!" Liao Ming who went to call him just now was extremely excited, "Where are people!"

"Let's go." Fang Zilu's interest faded.

Jian Liangyi came back after washing her hands, and sat on the empty seat beside Fang Zilu.

"Hey! Jane Liangyi," Liao Ming went to greet him again, "Did you see it?!"

Jian Liangyi poured herself a cup of coconut milk: "No."

The two had a tacit understanding, and they both acquiesced that there was a third party besides them.

"What drink?" Someone directly took the cup in front of Jian Liangyi, "Come, drink."

With a sound of "clang", a bottle of cold beer with dripping drops was placed in front of him.

Jian Liangyi was empty-handed, and put her hand directly on the edge of the table.

He raised his eyes and saw Jiang Sheng, whose face was flushed from drinking.

"When I first came here, I smashed the wine bottle in people's faces." Fang Zilu took the cup of coconut milk back to Jian Liangyi, "Did you fucking drink too much?"

"You can't get me drunk," Jiang Sheng pressed Fang Zilu's back of his hand, and spoke with his tongue out, "You, old Fang, you can't get me drunk even if you come here ten times."

"Yeah," Fang Zilu followed Jiang Sheng's arm and pushed him back to his seat, "You're strong, you're awesome, but while you're playing, no one here will drink with you."

Jiang Sheng is usually quite normal, but he is a bit addicted to alcohol and doesn't have much alcohol.As soon as he drank it, he caught people and poured it down. The last meal almost made Jian Liang feel ashamed.

"Isn't it just for drinking?" Jiang Sheng stared, not very happy, "Why don't you drink?"

Jian Liangyi got up and left.

He shouldn't have come here.

What is "good relationship with new classmates", what a fart, he has never done this in more than ten years of school.

"Drink you ghost!" Fang Zilu threw Jiang Sheng aside, stood up and chased Jian Liangyi.

"Don't follow me." Jian Liangyi left a word and walked away without looking back.

The young man had long arms and legs, and walked out of the stall in a few steps.

"I called you here, so I have to be responsible to the end." Fang Zilu trotted to Jian Liangyi's side, and stuck the coke that came along with him on his arm, "here."

The Coke had just been taken out of the freezer, and a layer of mist had condensed on the body of the bottle, as if it had been frozen on the skin.

"Just take it with you," Fang Zilu smiled a little foolishly, "I see you're thirsty."

Although the dinner at the wine table made people uncomfortable, but I have to admit that his roommate is still very good.

Jian Liang didn't want to take Fang Zilu's face seriously, and when the other party gave him something, he just took it.

"Thank you."

"It's a small matter," Fang Zilu waved his hand, "Jiang Sheng will be on top of him after a drink, so don't argue with him."

Jian Liang unscrewed the Coke and nodded slightly.

With a "chi", the gas overflowed from the bottle cap and sprayed into the palm.

The iced Coca-Cola had a bit of a nose-piercing vigor, and Jian Liangyi breathed a third of his suffocation.

When talking to Feng Min just now, his mouth was a little dry, but now he is really thirsty.

The street lights flickered twice, and Jane coolly tightened the bottle cap.

A burst of earth-shattering laughter erupted from the barbecue stall not far away, and I don't know which table or those people it is.

"What are you looking at me for?" Noticing Fang Zilu's gaze, Jian Liang wiped her mouth uncomfortably.

"Ah..." Fang Zilu hurriedly looked away, "No, just take a look."

He was so guilty that he didn't even have the confidence to speak.

When the other party was drinking coke just now, Fang Zilu's eyes seemed to follow the dark brown liquid in the bottle, along the mouth of the bottle, and then flow through the Adam's apple on the side of his face.

Jian Liangyi has a small chin and a long neck.

When swallowing with the head up, the neckline and jaw are drawn into an arc, which is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

He suddenly remembered that in the dark alley, the other party was grabbing his collar, with his finger bones stuck in his chest.

The hem of the skirt covered her thighs, and was cast a faint shadow by the street lamps, but the voice caught her ears, but it was a lowered male voice.

"To shut up."

With a bang, Fang Zilu slammed into the electric pole beside the sidewalk.

He took half a step back, froze for a moment, then rubbed his head and smirked awkwardly.

Jian Liangyi stood one meter in front of him on the right, looking at Fang Zilu as if he was mentally handicapped.

"Doesn't look at the road?" He asked lightly.

Fang Zilu circled the telegraph pole like a dog, and answered irrelevant questions: "What a special telegraph pole."

Jian Liang frowned lightly: "Huh?"

"No," Fang Zilu tongue-tied, and hurriedly corrected, "I mean, this telegraph pole is so special."

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Fang Zilu: Something strange has awakened.

Jian Liangyi: He can't lift his leg to pee, can he?