The ringing of the evening self-study bells filled the teaching building, the window outside the window turned into a thick ink color, the incandescent lights were dazzling, and the sound of turning books and the rubbing of pen tips made it extremely quiet.
Xu Zhiyou moved away the math exercise book and quietly took out the novel wrapped in a Chinese book cover, looking at it fascinatedly. She sat in the back row by the window, and her seatmate was Xie Qingyan, whose coolness always attracted her heart, and her secret feelings were hidden in every casual glance.
Just when I read my heart's content, my fingertips felt slightly cool on the back of my neck, with a gentle tickling feeling. Xu Zhiyou froze, hurriedly stuffing the novel under the exercise book, and looked up into Xie Qingyan's deep eyes - teasing behind the lenses. He suppressed his magnetic voice, his breath brushing against his ears: "What are you looking at? Your face is all red, huh?"
The tail note rises lazily, and the tips of the ears instantly feel hot. Xu Zhiyou clutched the pages of the book and hesitated: "No, it's nothing..."
Xie Qingyan raised his eyebrows, poked the place where the novel was hidden with his fingertips, leaned in very close, and his warm breath filled with the smell of cedar spread into his collar: "Can the analysis of wrong questions make your eyes straighten?"
Her heart beat like a drum against her chest, and she was about to turn her head to dodge when he rubbed the back of her neck with his thumb, and hooked his fingertips around her ears and said, "Next time you want to watch it, let me know in advance, and I will keep an eye on the teacher for you." His voice was as low as a word of love, with a seductive smile, "But -" He pinched her hot earlobe, "You have to let me kiss you after watching it to make up for my fear, okay?"
The evening breeze stirred the exercise book on the corner of the table. Xu Zhiyou froze in place, his fingertips clenched until they turned white, and his cheeks were so hot that they could burn. His breath lingered on the tip of my nose, and my heart felt sweet and panicked.
Intention: growth