cat writing love poems

The palm of his hand was on Lu Ziyan's face.

He looked defenseless as he leaned against her palm with his eyelashes downcast.

The cleaning aunt is not far away, and you can see it as soon as you look up.

But Luo Jia was obsessed with ghosts at this moment, and he was not willing to pull his hand out.

She kept her voice very low, for fear that the cleaning aunt not far away would hear her and ask him, "What should I do if I'm seen..."

The words say so.

But the palm of his hand was pressed against his face, and his fingers couldn't help touching the skin under the corner of his eyes.

As soon as she moved her fingers, Lu Ziyan raised her eyelashes, her eyes were dark, and she suddenly dared not move again honestly.

His eyes were quiet, but he felt guilty for no reason, and felt his fingertips were burning.

Especially... There are people around who will see it at any time.

Luo Jia moved and pulled her hand back.

This time, he withdrew his hand easily.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Lu Ziyan's figure changing. She turned her head slightly to look over. He leaned back and leaned on the sofa.

He didn't look at her, but there was an unexplained smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, like the quiet pleasure after stealing candy.

"..."

Luo Jia quickly glanced at the cleaning lady who was cleaning the hall.

Taking advantage of the busy time of Aunt Cleaning.

She turned around quickly and pinched Lu Ziyan's face.

When he looked over, he didn't seem surprised, but his smile was obvious.

Seeing that he was still smiling, Luo Jia reached out to take the hand on his lap, and was about to return all the teasing just now.

At this moment, footsteps were heard on the stairs.

The door was pushed open.

Reflexively, Luo Jia quickly let go of Lu Ziyan's hand, and sat upright obediently.

As soon as the door opened, the person who came out was indeed the manager.

It was almost seen.

But fortunately the manager didn't seem to notice it at all. Amidst Luo Jia's palpitations, he came over with a smile on his face: "Sorry, this kid usually sleeps like a dead in the morning, I just called him for a long time and didn't wake him up."

"It's okay, I put the things here, and you can hand them over to him for me."

Luo Jia stood up from the sofa.

"Okay, I'll leave it to him." The manager looked at Lu Ziyan who was sitting next to him, and his smile turned into a moment of surprise, "Lu Ziyan? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

That jittery feeling started to appear again.

Luo Jia didn't even dare to look sideways from the corner of her eye, for fear of revealing any clues.

Lu Ziyan was calm as usual, and also got up from the sofa, "Wake up, can't sleep, get up and drink a glass of water."

The manager wondered, "Don't you have a water dispenser in your room?"

"It's not burning, I don't want to wait."

He glanced at Luo Jia beside him, and said softly, "I just want to go out for a walk, I'll take her out."

"Oh, that's fine." The manager didn't think much about it.

In the end, he said a few words to Luo Jia and asked Lu Ziyan to take her downstairs, then went upstairs with the box in his arms.

The back of the manager disappeared at the entrance of the corridor, and Luo Jia's heartbeat that was beating high like a drum gradually subsided.

When she looked up, she met Lu Ziyan's dark eyes.

"..." she said slowly, "You send me out?"

"Ah."

He directly reached out to hold her hand and walked towards the door.

Luo Jia was burned by this action, her heartbeat that had not yet calmed down became frightened again, she hurriedly turned her head to look at the hall.

Lu Ziyan turned his head, took her hand and pulled her to his side, side by side with him.

He lowered his head, leaned closer, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Luo Jia felt that the hand held by him was extraordinarily nervous in the silent hall, she was in a state of panic, turning her head from time to time to see if there was anyone else.

Having already left the small living room, turned around the corridor, and temporarily lost sight of others, Luo Jia was relieved.

"You're not afraid of being seen by your manager..."

She muttered under her breath.

Lu Ziyan laughed, but didn't answer.

She noticed, "What are you laughing at?"

He stopped.

Luo Jia looked at him puzzled, "...why?"

Lu Ziyan leaned against the wall next to him, took her by the hand and pulled her towards him, Luo Jia was caught off guard and jumped in front of him.

Her instinctive reaction was timely, and she put her hands on his chest, so that she didn't fall on him recklessly.

Haven't reacted to what's going on.

Lu Ziyan lowered his head and whispered into her ear with a smile: "You act like we are having an affair."

"........."

His breath was very close, his low voice was right next to his ear, and his breath was hot.

In sight is his neckline, neck, Adam's apple.

He continued, with a smile: "are you really going to bread me outside?"

"..."

As soon as the little cousin's nonsense was mentioned, Luo Jia retorted instinctively: "Of course not."

"Then what am I?"

"..."

He asked suddenly, Luo Jia's eyes would involuntarily flick to his Adam's apple in front of him, a little absent-minded, and slowly replied: "Boyfriend."

Fearing that he would tease her again with the jokes made by her little cousin, she consciously added: "There is no one else outside, just you."

"Jiajia."

"Um……"

The hand holding her brought her into his arms, and the movement of leaning against her ear fell on her shoulders.

His embrace was very light, but it was completely enveloped in his breath, and he could feel the vibration of his chest when he laughed.

"Why are you so shy?"

His breath was full of his smell, and the movement of him hugging her into his arms was also very light. Compared with intimacy, it was more like a kind of exposed and soft dependence.

Suddenly, he thought of what he said a few days ago when he was talking to her in the corridor.

She sniffed, "Is your cold really better?"

"Actually not."

"?"

"I still have a little throat discomfort, but it's not serious. It should be better in two days."

"It's easy to catch a cold in spring, so be careful yourself."

He smiled, "OK."

"stop laughing."

"Very few people say this to me, especially when I hear Jia Jia say that."

"Then I tell you every day."

"Ah."

"And...don't be too tired."

After a while, she asked anxiously, "Why didn't you answer?"

Lu Ziyan leaned gently on her shoulder, whispering like a dream, "Okay."

She couldn't see his expression.

He could only hear his hoarse voice, and there was a moment of sadness.

She raised her hand and hugged his waist back, "Actually, if you have something unhappy, you can tell me. It's okay if you don't tell me what it is. It's okay if you don't even talk about the voice. I can stay with you."

"Lu Ziyan... I miss you too."

The chin resting on her shoulder was slowly raised, Lu Ziyan looked down at her, his eyes were quiet, like an endless night.

The corridor was so quiet that only the barely audible sound of breathing remained.

He bowed his head.

The forehead was pressed against her, and the bridge of the nose touched intimately.

Then, he turned slightly sideways and touched her lips lightly.

He didn't speak any more, just held her hand again after a long silence, "Let's go, I'll take you back to school."

After going back to school.

It was already noon when I received the message from my little cousin.

He wailed on WeChat, and slept soundly. The few times the manager called him, he thought he was dreaming.

Luo Jia asked him if he had received all the things.

The little cousin has already opened the box to eat, and has no time to type, and the voice is slurred while eating: "I received it, I received it. Sister, I will play in a few days, it is my first show, do you want it?" Come to watch the game? It’s in our big stadium in Jiangcheng, so you don’t need to go out of the city.”

Luo Jia's heart fluttered for a moment, "Which day?"

"Seven o'clock on Thursday night."

"Uh... I might not be able to go."

"why?"

"Friday afternoon is the school's election competition, and I need to make some preparations on Thursday night." Luo Jia said while flipping through the thick stack of materials in front of her, "And this week should be quite busy. .”

"That's really a pity!!"

"Well, it's really a pity, after all, it's your first show." Luo Jia put away the materials and turned off the computer. She clicked on the calendar on the computer and looked at the date on it. It's over, even if you are shortlisted, the national competition will go to summer. You should have competitions in summer, right?"

"Yes, there is, but spring may not be there."

Luo Jia was at a loss, "Is the spring season coming to an end?"

"The spring split is not over, but the first team's spring split will be on Friday. If they lose, the first team's spring will come to an end."

"..."

"Sister! Are you listening to me!"

"Hey???"

"Listening." Luo Jia held the phone and asked slowly: "Then will they win?"

"This... I can't say it. After all, the current situation of the first team is very difficult. Every win is regarded as an extra life. Even the fans don't expect them to go to the end. It is true that they can win a game." The mentality of one game cheers them on."

"..."

"Sister, why don't you speak again!"

"I'm listening." Luo Jia said in a nonchalant tone, "You train hard and work hard for your first show."

Every day is a busy one with the election on the horizon.

Luo Jia's group had high hopes from the teachers in the department. They carefully controlled everything from topic selection to material collection. In the last week, they took up all their spare time and made final supplements.

Often after the evening self-study and the communication with the teacher, it is already past ten o'clock when I return to the dormitory.

After a quick shower, I lay back on the bed and it was almost time to turn off the lights.

Although Lu Ziyan said that she didn't need it, she still bought a rechargeable night light and put it by the bed.

In this way, even if the power is cut off after the lights are turned off, the lights can still be turned on, and her face can be seen in the video.

Afraid of affecting Xu Wei, Luo Jia even bought a blackout curtain with better light-blocking properties and hung it by the bedside.

But the opportunities for video this week are almost nonexistent.

She was busy until ten o'clock when she returned to the dormitory, and he was basically playing the training game, and even replied to the message after the training game was over, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Her mobile phone was not turned off, it was set to vibrate, and it was placed next to the pillow.

Whenever Lu Ziyan texts back, she will basically wake up.

Vaguely seeing what he said just finished the training match, she rubbed her eyes to wake up, and replied to him: "Good night."

Lu Ziyan: "Haven't slept yet?"

"Slept, and woke up when I heard the message."

The other party is typing.

stopped again.

Probably Lu Ziyan also guessed that she was waiting for his message on purpose, and re-entered and said: "It's been late these days, don't wait for me."

She didn't want to agree, but she was afraid that it would distract him.

So she didn't say anything, neither denied nor agreed.

Lu Ziyan seemed to understand her silence, and sent a video call.

Luo Jia was taken aback, surprised.

After connecting, seeing the face I hadn't seen for many days, my nose was inexplicably sour.

He was walking, and the background didn't look like a room. He should have just come out of the training room and sent her a message as soon as the training match was over.

He looked down at the screen and said gently, "You see me."

She typed quietly in the dark, "Yeah."

"Then can you sleep well?"

"In no mood……"

He laughed, not surprised.

On the way back to the room, I looked down at the video camera from time to time, "I'll sleep with you before hanging up."

"Ah."

The light turned from bright to dark, and he should have gone up the stairs.

Someone next to him opened the door and talked to him, "Lu Ziyan, lend me the shampoo after you wash, I've run out of it."

Luo Jia was very familiar with this voice, it was the moon.

He took off a headset and replied, "You can use it first, and I'll wash it later."

Moon: "Huh?"

Immediately moved: "Damn, you actually let me use it first, brother, you are really my brother."

Lu Ziyan didn't explain to him, took the shampoo from the bathroom and handed it to him, closed the door, and there was only silence in the room.

He sat down, the light was soft and blurry, his eyebrows and eyes looked a little tired.

When I looked down, I saw the video camera and smiled again.

Said very lightly in advance: "Go to sleep, good night."