One night during self-study, Jiang Xing was reading a novel when he was suddenly poked in the arm. She looked at her deskmate with some confusion. Before she could ask, the boy's pleasant voice sounded in her ears: "Um... That... I want to see it too." After Zhou Zhun finished speaking, he didn't feel embarrassed, but took the initiative to lean between the two of them. Jiang Xing smelled a faint scent of soap from him, which smelled very good. She was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and silently pushed the book between the two of them.
She looked at his eyelashes that were lowered while reading and couldn't help but be stunned. I don't know what the plot is behind, but his beautiful eyes are curved into crescents. He didn't seem to notice her furtive gaze and asked her with a smile how the book was. Jiang Xing had already withdrawn his gaze. When he heard these words, his eyelashes trembled. His voice was a little softer than usual, and sounded a little muffled: "It's pretty."
Many years later, Zhou Zhun woke up and buried his face in her neck.
Jiang Xing turned over, faced him, and looked into his eyes.
"Do you still remember that night study hall when we read novels together in the second year of high school?" There was a smile hidden in his voice, which was hoarse and pleasant.
"Yeah, remember."
"You peeked at me then."
Turns out he discovered it. She thought.
She pursed her lips and smiled: "Yeah."
Zhou Zhun held her in his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Tell you something."
"Huh?"
"The first time I saw you, I knew you were mine."
A cold and abstinent girl x a sultry middle-aged boy.
Intention: No matter what happens, what should be there will always be there.