Lin Wanxing touched Shen Ji's cuffs for the first time at the age of forty. The blood vessels under the cold white skin made her panic. Shen Ji is the youngest surgeon in charge of cardiac surgery. He is recognized as unattainable by the whole hospital. They embraced each other in the smoke of fireworks, and the tight muscles on his back still carried the residual warmth of youth, but this tenderness did not survive the age of fifty.
After staying with the portrait for five years, I woke up one day and found myself back in the classroom. At the other end of the corridor, Shen Jing was lowering her head to pick up a pen. She had sharp and clean eyebrows. She was the top scholar in her grade.
She choked him with an ice coke and saw the cold white collarbone leaking out of the collar of his white T-shirt. Her fingertips deliberately brushed against his palm: "Shen Anji, are you going to watch a movie?" The girl who used to avoid him now dared to brush his pen with her hair, brushed his chin when passing a towel, and took photos with her hair tied in a ponytail...
Under the camphor tree, Lin Wanxing was joking to the squad leader, revealing her sweet dimples. Shen Ji suddenly rushed over and grabbed her wrist, her knuckles turned white, and her eyes were deep: "You were just teasing me before?" He pulled her closer, his breath brushing across her forehead: "What do you think I am?" Lin Wanxing's face was calm, but the tips of her ears were already red.
Small theater 1
While Shen An was brushing up on questions, his lower back suddenly pressed against a soft face: "Don't sit for too long, your waist will be damaged." He pulled her onto his lap with his backhand, and the smell of cedar hit her face. He pinched her earlobe and smiled: "Are you worried about my waist?" She wanted to run away, but he held her tighter.
Small theater 2
Lin Wanxing sent a message: "I heard that touching a boy's Adam's apple will make him blush?" Shen Ji replied in seconds: "I haven't tried it." The next second she appeared downstairs at his house and touched it with her hand: "I tried it now - it turned red." He grabbed her wrist and led her into the corridor: "Reciprocity must be reciprocated."
Intention: Thinking is a question, doing is an answer!