Teacher's office.
It happened that by the time school was over, the other teachers had already left.
Shen Zhiyu is sitting by the window.
Xia Bei tilted a chair and spread the exercise book in front of him.
During this period, he came almost every day, and Shen Zhiyu was willing to believe that he really wanted to study hard.
"Such a simple question can be wrong." Shen Zhiyu knocked Xia Beiqing's head with a pen: "come here and see how I write."
"Oh..." Xia Bei leans over.
The heads of the two were almost close together.
Xia Bei tilts his eyes and stares at the man's face, with aggressive eyes moving down slowly.
Shen Zhiyu is concentrating on the topic, and his mouth is open and closed.
His lips are very thin, very moist, pink, a bit like q-ball jelly, showing an attractive luster.
When it comes to dry mouth, he will stick out the tip of his tongue.
Xia Beiqing narrowed her deep eyes, like a wolf cub, and locked her prey firmly.
At the end of the explanation, Shen Zhi closed the exercise book and said, "OK, that's all for today."
Xia Beiqing supported his head with his hand: "Mr. Shen, I have another question to ask you."
"Well, what?" Shen Zhiyu is picking up the book at hand and preparing for tomorrow's class.
Xia Bei tilted up her lips and showed her two little tiger teeth. Her throat rolled up and down, and her voice was a little hoarse. She asked, "does wearing glasses affect kissing?"
When Shen Zhiyu raised his head, Xia Beiqing suddenly leaned over and pecked at his lip.
Well, it's soft.
Shen Zhiyu's eyes widened. He stood up like an electric shock. The chair behind him fell to the ground with a bang.
He clings to the wall and holds the windowsill with one hand. His pretty face is full of consternation. His glasses are crooked and hang on the bridge of his nose.
The man who has always been calm will show such a panic expression.
Xia Beiqing found it very interesting.
He just wants to tear up his gentleness, his gentleness, his sense of abstinence.
The boy squinted and said, "ah... It doesn't affect me..."
"You..." Shen Zhiyu wrung his eyebrows, and his voice was angry: "what are you doing?"
Xia Bei leaned back on the chair and spread his hand: "I'm just curious. I'll ask Mr. Shen for your practice."
Shen Zhiyu clenched his hand and soon calmed himself down. He bent down to lift the chair on the ground and said coldly, "if you want to practice, you can go to find someone else."
Xia Beiqing stood up, took the exercise book, tilted his head toward Shen Zhiyu, and laughed innocently: "see you tomorrow, Mr. Shen."
Finish saying, bouncing away.
Out of the office, Xia Bei leans out the tip of his tongue and licks the corner of his lip, as if there is still the smell of that man.
It's really like jelly.
Yunci asked for a day off.
The gate of life and death is located in the middle of the mountain, close to the cliff. The car can't drive up, so you need to take a cable car.
Enter the gate, look around, a white, the floor is like a mirror, reflecting her figure, everywhere full of mechanization, mixed with the pungent smell of medicine, even the temperature has dropped a few minutes.
Along the way, a few nurses, their expression pale, like a machine, without a trace of fresh, formulaic Chaoyun nodded Hello, and then quickly left.
There were wards on both sides of the corridor. In a dead silence, there was only the sound of the instrument ticking.
Yunci comes to the top floor and is suddenly stopped by two guards.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Venus. The dean is meeting an important guest."