It seemed that many fast hotels were opened near Q University overnight. Jiang Zizhuo called to book a room while walking. He would rather take Ling Xiaoxiao to Grandpa Jiang's place than find a room outside the school because he was afraid that meeting classmates would have an impact on Ling Xiaoxiao's reputation.??                       w?w?w?

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Men and women have been clamoring for many years, but in the eyes of the world, they still have too many harsh criticisms on girls. He is a boy and is naturally not afraid of being criticized. However, Ling Xiaoxiao is a woman, but it is not possible. The two of them walked out of the hotel at the same time. People will only slander women but not be careful enough.

There are other universities near QU University. No matter what type of university, as long as it is a place where you can stay, it will be full at night. Jiang Zizhuo took the room card and led Ling Xiaoxiao, who was like a wandering soul, all the way upstairs and into the room.

The room was full of heating. He helped Ling Xiaoxiao take off her coat and then let her sit on the chair aside. However, after taking off her coat, he realized how much weight Ling Xiaoxiao had lost.

The originally plump cheeks had sunken, and the slender fingers were as thin as skinny as bones. The sweater that Ling Xiaoxiao would complain about getting smaller when she acted coquettishly was covering her body loosely.

Jiang Zizhuo's frowns never let go. Although Ling Xiaoxiao's distrust of him made him feel frustrated, he felt so distressed when he saw her torture herself like this.

After all, it was his fault. If he had not left for two years for his dream, made more preparations for the time being, and ignored her for a month, and had not ignored Xia Ziqian when he called him, he would not have become what he is now.

He looked at Ling Xiaoxiao with empty eyes and wanted her to look up at him, but he didn't know what to say or do.

Just when Jiang Zizhuo was struggling with what to do, Ling Xiaoxiao, who should go out to wash according to her daily habits, suddenly stood up and turned around for a long time without looking for a basin rack. She searched for a long time in panic, but was pulled by Jiang Zizhuo.

"Wake up." The three words "Jiang Zizhuo" are definitely angry, but I don't know if he is the target of his anger or Ling Xiaoxiao.

As soon as you wake up? You have been awake all the time. Ling Xiaoxiao subconsciously thought. She looked at the person who was talking and felt that this face was very familiar. It seemed that she had been appearing in her mind for a while, but the figure in her mind always had a strong alienation and indifference, which was different from the person in front of her who looked caring.

She raised her hand and touched the little boy's face, a real and perfect touch! Isn't this a dream? Ling Xiaoxiao frowned. Her palm slowly slid, brushed her chin, and landed on the Adam's apple between her neck. Further down was the collarbone blocked by the sweater, and her wide and warm chest.

What a familiar touch! It seems that I have touched it countless times. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the little boy, and the doubts in her eyes became more and more obvious. She stood on tiptoe and kissed her on the little boy's lips.

The soft touch was familiar, and she put her hands on the boy's neck. She leaned over to deepen the kiss. The friction between her lips brought trembling. She always felt that this was not enough, so she stretched out the little snake and slid into the boy's mouth and invited him to play with her.

The little boy let her take her as close as usual. The sweater she was on her body was taken off at some point. The cool air made the two subconsciously hug them tighter to keep warm.

Ling Xiaoxiao raised her hand and brushed her back, put her hands on his waist. What should she do next? She pushed the little boy on the bed, raised her head slightly and looked at her still confused.

But if this is a dream, is it too real and beautiful? The perfect touch of fingertips and the flowing light in the eyes of the little boy beneath her make her feel that even the dream is too unreal.

She was cruel and ruthless, raised her hand and pinched the little boy's arm.

"It doesn't hurt! It's really a dream." Ling Xiaoxiao murmured, making the little boy with a flushed cheeks angry and happy.

"You pinched me. Of course it doesn't hurt." The little boy hugged her and turned over, pressing her under him: "Dream? Have you ever dreamed of us like this?"

He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead: "Is that true?"

He kissed her earlobe again, which made Ling Xiaoxiao tremble sensitively: "Or it?"

"Or, that's it?" He lowered his head and kissed him. Ling Xiaoxiao was so stupid just now. After so many years, his technology has not improved at all...

A familiar restlessness surged in her body again, and Ling Xiaoxiao twisted her body uncomfortable. If she thought it was a dream before, then she must have woken up with such a spring|meng.

Looking at Junyan, who was so close to the little boy, she hugged his face and kissed him fiercely: "Why are you here?"

This is what I asked!

The little boy smiled badly, and said, raising his hand and gently pinched Ling Xiaoxiao's sensitive part: "I'm not here, who do you want to be here with?"

Ling Xiaoxiao gasped and quickly grabbed his hand that was causing trouble: "Why are we here?"

"Don't you know?" Jiang Zizhuo stood up and stared at her seriously.

Yes, why didn't she know? Ling Xiaoxiao thought about it carefully and felt that this period of time was very chaotic. What have you done these days? I can't think of it...

"Why are you so thin?" Jiang Zizhuo looked at her lying on the bed, her clavicle becoming more prominent, and he stretched out his fingers back and forth with distress.

Have you lost weight? Ling Xiaoxiao touched her cheeks, and it seemed like she was a little bit!

but!

"Who is the girl who just got with you in the computer room?" I forgot everything else, but Ling Xiaoxiao remembers this very clearly. Girls always have natural keenness and intuition towards their rivals.

"Who do you think it is?" Jiang Zizhuo's hand slid down and pinched it with a punitive and gentle pinched it somewhere.

This man even bit back! Ling Xiaoxiao's face turned red, thinking that this method was a little too embarrassing. She pushed Jiang Zizhuo, but she didn't push it as expected.

"I don't know who it is." She curled her lips depressedly, turned her head to look at him. She knew that this was wrong, but when she thought of the scene she had seen before, she couldn't help but feel sore.

"Are you jealous?" Jiang Zizhuo leaned down again and turned Ling Xiaoxiao's head over. The two of them rubbed their noses gently, with indescribable intimacy.

"What's wrong with being jealous? I'm your girlfriend, I just don't like to watch you walk with other girls, can't you?" Ling Xiaoxiao was very tough now, forgetting who was like a wandering soul in the previous month.

Seeing that Ling Xiaoxiao's spirit had completely improved, Jiang Zizhuo began to feel that it was time to settle the score.

"Then let's talk about how you spent this month first?" He turned over and lay beside Ling Xiaoxiao, supported his head with one hand, pulled the quilt beside him, covering each other's bodies.

"Tell me, how did you mess with yourself like this."
Chapter completed!