sweet joy

Chapter 22 I'm so capable, I dare to tell a man that I'm a hooligan

Tang Zhihuan came down from the dormitory with his schoolbag on his back, and the access control time had passed.

The dormitory aunt just closed the door, yawned and said, "Student, you can't go out after the restricted time."

An anxious look flashed across Tang Zhihuan's black eyes, her thin lips were pursed, Song Xixi sent him a location address and never replied to his message: "Auntie, I'm going out to see a doctor."

"Classmate, you don't look like you are in poor health?"

The auntie in charge looked Tang Zhihuan up and down, her shrewd eyes swept up and down: "Recently, the school is strictly controlled, and students are not allowed to stay up late to go to the Internet cafe, especially boys. I can't let you go out. Hurry up, I'm going to close the door and go to sleep!"

"Auntie!" Tang Zhihuan blocked the door, frowning tightly.

"That classmate, tell aunt what's wrong?"

Tang Zhihuan was taken aback for a moment, and slowly placed his hand on the left atrium. His thick brows were tightly knit on Qingjun's face, and his voice trembled slightly:
"Auntie, I feel sorry for you, please let me go out."

The boys' dormitory building is some distance away from Song Xixi's rented house in the back street. There was no one on the road, and the wind in his ears was like the roar of the sea. Tang Zhihuan ran downstairs, his back was completely wet with sweat, and the summer night wind brought The residual heat could not blow away the layer of sweat on his forehead.

After taking a few breaths and pushing open the glass door, the proprietress behind the counter was watching a drama when she heard a voice and raised her head, it was not a tenant: "Student accommodation?"

Tang Zhihuan wiped the sweat off his head and took a deep breath: "My girlfriend rented 310."

The proprietress smiled and pointed to the elevator.

When Song Xixi heard the knock on the door, she stuck out her tongue guiltily, brushed her hair that was not yet dry, and carefully opened the door: "Honey, you're here."

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Tang Zhihuan's extremely gloomy handsome face.

"Song Xixi, are you kidding me?"

Where are some bad guys breaking the door? There are people living on both sides of her next door, and the sound insulation is not good, and some faint sounds that make people blush and heartbeat can be heard.

Tang Zhihuan's face turned even darker.

Song Xixi twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, wrapping her white lotus arms around his neck coquettishly:

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Who knows if there will be bad guys coming in the middle of the night..."

"Believe in you!"

Tang Zhihuan glanced at her, lowered his black eyes and remained silent, he was really angry.

Song Xixi smiled nonchalantly, hooked Tang Zhihuan's neck and turned his weight back, brought Tang Zhihuan into the room, and pushed the door shut with his feet.

Tang Zhihuan was forced to the door by her, and there was no way out.

Baoliang's eyes looked at her quietly, and finally couldn't help taking her cold arm off her neck, showing a bit of impatience: "Song Xixi, what are you going to do?"

Song Xixi grinned, played with the strap of his backpack, and leaned forward.

A pleasant smell of shampoo hit his face, Tang Zhihuan's heart jumped twice, and he quickly lowered his eyelids to hide the light in his black eyes.

I only heard Song Xixi teasing lightly: "I want to be a hooligan!"

"..."

Tang Zhihuan pushed her away, and said in a cold tone, "Song Xixi, you have this ability, why did you ask me to come here?"

She is so capable that she dares to tell a man that she is a hooligan.

Putting down his eagerness, Tang Zhihuan was able to look at Song Xixi's rented room. There was a spacious desk by the window, an LCD screen hung on the wall, the air conditioner was turned on to [-] degrees, and there was only a spacious double bed.

Immediately, his face turned green again.

He thought that Song Xixi would trick him to come here, but at least there should be two beds!
And the culprit was still sticking to it with a smile, wearing only a loose and cool suspender nightgown on his sexy body, and his cold little hands pulled his big palm flatteringly.

"How about it, are you satisfied?"

(End of this chapter)