Hara Ze appeared in the class group, and the boys were silent. After lifting the ban, they did not dare to say anything again. It is unknown whether there was a new group chat in private.

Jiang Tianya covered her face, her eyes were round and bright, and she blinked at Zhu Yao twice, and said with certainty: "Yaoyao, I think the squad leader is probably angry. Seeing you so beautiful, I must want to hide it so that I won't show it to other boys."

Maybe she has read a lot of romance novels. Although she has no practical experience, she has extensive quotations and analyses.

"...This kind of boy who looks cold and abstinent actually has a strong possessive desire in his bones."

High school girls like to read the most romance novels like domineering presidents, iceberg school grass, and demon young masters. It is best to have many plots of forced kissing every time.

If you read a lot of novels and have divergent thinking, you like to draw the plot into real life. Of course, the premise is to have enough appearance. Not all possessive boys are male protagonists. Those who are good-looking are called male protagonists, which are called deep affection. Those who are ugly are ordinary personality flaws.

Zhu Yao didn't listen to Jiang Tianya's nonsense, but she couldn't help thinking about it. She felt sweet in her heart.

Before leaving, my cousin specially stuffed a business card to Zhu Yao. She obviously liked her appearance in a ru skirt. The business card design was simple and simple. Zhu Yao reached out to take it with it, and it said "Haitangwu Original Hanfu Studio". My cousin's name is Shu Tang, and her contact information is below.

Shu Tang said: "When you are interested in the future, you can come to me and welcome you at any time."

Zhu Yao smiled and nodded, and said politely: "Okay."

Shu Tang borrowed her a complete set of chest-length skirts, including embroidered shoes and hair accessories, and stuffed them into a pink paper bag.

The private car was waiting outside. Jiang Tianya and Zhao Qianting walked along the way and rode their bicycles home. Zhu Yao got on the car with a paper bag, put down her schoolbag, took out her cell phone, opened the class group and took a look.

Unlike the lively moment, it is very quiet. No one chats.

After Zhu Yao withdrew, he subconsciously clicked on WeChat. He stared at the avatar of Yuanze for a long time and wanted to talk to him. However, at this time, he should be riding his bicycle home. After thinking for a while, he decided not to disturb him and stuffed his phone back into his schoolbag.

That night, Zhu Yao wrote the paper until midnight and did not chat with Hara Ze on WeChat.

...

The next day, I went into the classroom with my schoolbag in my arms. The classmate in Class 9 was halfway through. Seeing Zhu Yao, I remembered the photos in the class group yesterday. Qian Wei came up and said to her: "Zhu Yao, you are finally here. I was so envious of you and Jiang Tianya wearing skirts yesterday. I had known that I should have gone with you."

Zhao Qianting was packing the podium, raised her head and said to Qian Wei: "Anyway, we are close, why don't you take you there today to enjoy it."

Qian Wei looked at Zhu Yao with her eyes and said in a squinted tone: "Forget it... My figure is too bad." It's not that anyone wearing ancient costumes is a little fairy. The photos posted by Zhao Qianting yesterday were obviously not added with filters or p-pictures, so it is natural and real. The Zhu Yao inside is so white that she is shiny and graceful, and the girls are envious of it.

Zhu Yao said a few words to them before returning to the seat. He glanced at the seat next to him. Haraza's black schoolbag was hung on the back of the chair, and the bear pendant was quietly hanging. The tabletop was neat and clean.

Thinking of something, Zhu Yao's eyes lit up and he quickly put his schoolbag on the table.

Then he picked up the water cup on the table and ran to the toilet.

At the turn, you hear the sound of water.

There was a tall and straight figure standing next to the mop pool to wash the mop. There were few people at this toilet, and only one girl from another class had just finished using the toilet and came out to wash her hands. Seeing the boy beside the mop pool, she paused slightly, and then stood in front of the faucet and washed her hands while washing.

Zhu Yao passed by and stood quietly beside the girl. He stood still, tilted his head, and whispered: "It's very clean."

Ah? Hearing the sound, the girl turned her head and her eyes just hit Zhu Yao beside her.

Zhu Yao smiled on her face, and gestured to her hands with a thoughtful tone: "I said... your hands are washed very clean."

The girl's face suddenly turned red, she quickly turned off the faucet and left in a hurry.

Zhu Yao smiled, his eyes were bright. He raised his head at some point and was looking at her. Zhu Yao's ears were slightly red, he lowered his head, unscrewed the cup in his hand, turned on the faucet to rinse.

The tap water in winter is very cold and icy. Zhu Yao is so cold that he wants to scream, but because Yuan Ze is by his side, he maintains a ladylike manner and washes the cup without changing his face. Then he slowly speaks: "I heard Zhao Qianting say yesterday...a junior high school girl has given you milk."

I wanted to talk to him, but somehow, I started talking about this as soon as I opened my mouth. Zhu Yao's hand shrank and felt that when he was washing the cup... it seemed a little sour when he said this. Besides, he was so popular, it was normal for a girl to give him milk. Zhu Yao pinched the cup and subconsciously bit her lip.

Will he feel that she is too stingy, too petty, and too concerned about him?

Haraze turned off the faucet, and the sound of water stopped. His eyes were still on the little princess's white side face. He closed his eyes in annoyance after she finished speaking, his lips pursed, looking regretful and nervous.

His smile was warm and his voice was clear: "I confiscate it."

Zhu Yao's pursed lips immediately raised her mouth and said a small "Oh". She was very happy, but she didn't show it too much. Then she tilted her head to look at him, collided with his gaze, and said tentatively: "Then don't stop it in the future, okay?"

Haraze nodded: "Yes. OK."

He looked very easy to talk, as if he nodded and agreed to whatever she said.

Zhu Yao was secretly happy and twisted the lid of the water cup. Thinking of something, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers that were red from cold moved, and she said, "I was in the class group yesterday..." Her eyes were silent, staring at him directly, and asked word by word, "Haraza, do you... don't like me wearing it like that in front of others?"

Just as Jiang Tianya said, he is not as calm and open-minded as he seems, but he is still possessive of her...

The little princess has a really cute personality. She is obviously thinner and more likely to be shy than ordinary girls, but she always asks what she wants to know.

Haraza's dark eyelashes moved a few lightly, dark waves in his eyes flowed, and the surface was quiet, calm and gentle: "...well."

Then put down the mop, wash your hands and wipe them dry.

Zhu Yao looked at him quietly.

Then, Haraze picked up the water cup from her hand and placed it on the clean tiles beside the sink. Then he held her hands with both hands, held a tissue, and carefully wiped her fingers one by one.

When he saw his tall figure suddenly leaning towards him, Zhu Yao was stunned, his nervous eyes widened, thinking that he wanted... Zhu Yao was tense and hurriedly said, "No, no."

The next moment, her hands were taken by him and placed on his neck.

What her fingers touched was the delicate and scorching skin of the boy. Her frozen hands suddenly felt comfortable, as if a warm current flowed into her fingers. Zhu Yao's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she suddenly leaned down toward his face... In this posture, it seemed that her hands were holding his neck with both hands facing him. They were facing his eyes, and his eyes were unavoidable. But his expression was serious, as if he was doing something very normal.

Only then did I realize that he was warming her hands. Zhu Yao blushed and asked softly: "Don't you... don't you feel cold?"

Since he could hold hands, he has also helped her warm her hands. Now his hand has just touched cold water, and it is very cold. He actually put her hand on his neck to keep her warm. Although it was indeed very warm, and Hara Zawa also looked calm, but she had to shrink her neck just by thinking about it... it was too cold.

She quickly pulled her hands back.

But he was pressed down by his hands. The force was not too heavy, but it just so pressed her hands that she could not pull away.

Hara Ze pressed it tightly, feeling her hands gradually warming, and said, "It's not cold. Princess, don't move around."

Zhu Yao was worried, her eyebrows were frowning, and her voice was low, as if she was whispering: "I will be seen."

She knew what Yuan Ze was like in the eyes of Hengzhong classmate. If someone saw such a bright and bright person, if he was so close to her here, it would probably be spread throughout Hengzhong in less than a while. She had reached the third year of high school, and she didn't want to affect him because of these things.

Haraze pinched the little princess' soft little hand and said, "I'm listening, no one is coming now."

Zhu Yao felt warm and his eyes were bright and he looked at him. His eyes were floating on his lips inadvertently, and his heart felt itchy. But he didn't dare to take any action.

He put her hands warm and let go.

His voice was pleasant, and he watched her pick up the cup again, and then said to her: "I have washed the cup for you."

Zhu Yao bent his lips and nodded, "Yeah", his voice was crisp and lively: "...I know."

Hara Ze came early and would wash her cups almost every day. Most of the time, he would also fill her with hot water.

Haraze stood straight, lowered his head slightly, his eyes dark, and he quietly looked at the little princess's smiling face. She held the cup, raised her head, and said to him: "I know you are washing the mop here, so I want to come and wash it again..."

As she said that, she frowned slightly, and was struggling: "Is this a bit of a waste of water?"

The girl's voice was sweet and sincere. The corners of Haraza's lips raised, and a chuckle came out of her unconsciously, and the look of her eyes became gentler.

Zhu Yao's eyes suddenly opened wide, a little confused. He smiled so beautifully. And when she was in the Great Wei Dynasty, she had almost never seen him smile. This was her countless times of gratitude, she could meet him here. Her fingers holding the water cup gradually closed, and her hands were no longer cold, and the palms seemed to have the warmth of his skin.

He suddenly leaned over just now, and she was startled. She thought he was going to kiss her here.

She lowered her head, felt embarrassed, and said shyly: "Just... I thought you were going to kiss..."

Before he finished speaking, accompanied by a familiar breath, Haraza's face gradually enlarged, and then a softening sound appeared on her lips. A light and simple kiss fell accurately on her lips. He pecked lightly.

His back had not yet been straightened, and he bent his body to the usual way with her lips, and his pursed lips brought a very light curve. His eyes were bright and warm.

He said with a clear voice: "I don't think it."

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