Chapter 310

Her body is her own, and she naturally knows how to handle it. If she really can't, she won't carry it.

There will never be Mencius Heng said, dehydration to death.

But this kind of speech sounds more like arrogance and sophistry to the other party. Meng Ziheng didn't know what he was angry about. He shook his sleeve and snorted coldly: "whatever you want." After that, he did not look at Song ye and strode away.

Song Ye has no choice but to know where Meng Ziheng's temper is more changeable than that of a woman. She simply lies on the hospital bed, blowing the fan, gently spits out her breath and closes her eyes. The five kilometers are really exhausting for her.

The wind gently rolled the curtain, casting shadows in the air, and the jasmine fragrance on the windowsill was sent into the room.

When Qin Zhan came over, the doctor had gone to take care of the other students. The room was quiet. Half a delicate face appeared behind the white curtain. At this time, the boy in bed had fallen into a deep sleep.

Close to the past, you can see the two blushes produced by the excessive movement on the small face. The red color completely subverts the cool breath of the youth, which makes it look more soft and beautiful.

Qin Zhan stretched out her fingertips and lifted the wet hair between her forehead. The soft hair ran through the belly of her fingers. The boy still didn't wake up. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her face and slept soundly.

Thinking of that day on the plane, the boy's face was red and his ears were red and he tried to endure. Qin Zhan couldn't help but draw the radian of his mouth. His eyes softened in an instant. He leaned down and leaned gently against him. His upright body arched into 90 degrees, and he approached his sleeping face a little bit.

The hair tip of the teenager still has the smell of sweat. The thin body floats up and down gently between the breath, and the trace of fatigue is revealed between the eyebrows. Looking at it from a close distance, one can appreciate the beauty of her delicate and flawless facial features. The whole face is like a work of art carved by God. It is tender and astringent, full of sweet taste of youth.

At the moment of sticking that thin lip, Qin Zhan couldn't help but send out a long sigh in his heart. After confirming his own intention, every time he met, every time he missed, and every time he recalled, he was secretly reflecting on the tender pink lips under the pool. He was regretting that he did not remember her taste more clearly and that he did not extend the kiss for a longer time.

The young man's lips are very beautiful. The thin two pieces are with light fans. They are often sharp because of their cool looks. But now, when you kiss them, the touch is surprisingly soft and clean. It seems that there is still a faint fragrance lingering in the nose.

Qin Zhan originally just wanted to see her body, but he made a nerve. His body moved ahead of his brain and kissed him.

After kissing, he found that he still wanted more and wanted to get more teenagers.

Ming knows that song Ye is an extremely alert person, and sticking to his lips is dangerous enough. However, Qin Zhan is still possessed by a devil and opens her teeth with his tongue. He drives straight in, tasting all her details gently and carefully.

Bang bang, his heart as if by the current impact, began to beat wildly, deafening sound of the sound of cicadas on the trees outside.

He closed his eyes gently, felt his cheek hot, his hands pressed on both sides of the bed, and his hands were clenched with blue veins. The late first kiss of 26 years old was obviously too strong.

In his sleep, song Ye is aware of the breath approaching, and his body instinctively wants to respond. However, his dehydrated and fatigued body is just like pouring lead. He even feels difficult to move his fingers. He can't bear the heavy eyelids.

All of a sudden, she heard a familiar faint smell of tobacco on her arrival. The familiar smell made her stiff and defensive limbs relax again. There seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her that this person would not hurt her.

The soft touch came from the lips, and the warm breath stirred her eyelids, itching to make people want to avoid it. But the next second, the lips were separated. The soft touch in silence pressed down a little heavy, with a trace of domineering intrusion into her mouth, wantonly invaded her peace.

When the mouth is filled with a familiar smell, slightly bitter, but not bad smell of tobacco, is a safe taste.

The owner of this flavor will not hurt herself, so she doesn't have to resist, so she gives up the resistance, passively and peacefully accepts the other party's gentle care and wanton occupation.

Just, the owner of this flavor Who is it?

Tired mind over and over, but how can not find the results, until the tongue was a bit numb kiss, she wanted to protest.

"Well..." The protest was a slight groan, so faint that it was almost negligible, but after the sound, she felt the touch on her lips disappear.

The faint smell of tobacco lingering in his nose was replaced by another breath. A cool hand touched his forehead. Song Ye's heart suddenly started to meditate. He suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep. His hand was as fast as lightning, and one clasped the other's wrist. His eyes, which were not yet focused, were staring at the passer-by in a gloomy and cold way.

"Hiss, what are you crazy about?" The visitor took a cold breath and scolded in pain.In a twinkling of an eye, song Ye is already sober, see clearly the face of the comer, is Mencius Heng.

Realizing that the other party was just going to probe his body temperature, song Ye quietly let go of his hand. His dry voice was a little hoarse and asked, "who was here just now?"

Smell speech, Mencius Heng a Leng, shook his head, "don't know, I just saw the school doctor didn't, before and after did not see what person."

Nobody? Song Ye frowned slightly, always feeling what happened when he was asleep Hiss, just remember, Meng Ziheng put out his hand, but he forgot all about it.

She coughed twice and sat up straight.

Meng Ziheng turned to pour water. "Don't move. The doctor said you need to rest." Although the mouth is hostile, but in the end looking at Song Ye's weak face is still a little gentlemanly demeanor, take the initiative to take care of people.

Just after pouring the water, he was stunned. When he went out just now, there was no kettle on the table, and the water was still warm. He raised his eyes to scan around, but did not find half of the figure, his heart flashed a little doubt, but did not care much.

Looking at the people on the hospital bed sipping water, the red lips were like a little girl. Meng Ziheng didn't expect that the man was so stubborn in his bones, and still had a bull's temper.

"I have something else to do later. Do you have any friends to look at you?" Mencius asked.

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