Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail?

Chapter 24: The Little Mermaid’s Beautiful Tail

 

[Part (3/4)]

 

After reading the script from the drama club in the afternoon, it was long past school time, and there were not many students left in the school.

After Song Huai and Li Ziqing separated, he sneaked up to the corner of the street and quickly got into a black car.

“Madam.” The secretary greeted him.

Song Huai blushed a little when he heard this word.

He quietly looked at Lu Mian, and he was relieved when he saw that the other party didn’t seem to show any obvious unpleasant colors. After being relieved, he felt a little happy again.

Lu Mian didn’t refute it, did he agree?

Ah ah ah, no! Song Huai pouted, he had to control his expression.

Song Huai hadn’t spoken to Lu Mian since he got in the car.

The admiral, who was processing the mailbox information, sometimes shifted his sight to the face of the child with colorful expressions on his face beside him.

In Song Huai’s little head, he didn’t know what weird things were thinking about again.

Song Huai wanted to talk to Lu Mian, but was afraid to disturb his work.

When Song Huai’s small, pitch-black eyes rolled around to look at Lu Mian secretly, his gaze collided  with the Admiral who also glanced at Song Huai.

The air became anxious for a moment, and Song Huai suddenly said, “Well, that, do you know what the secret magic weapon that Senior Sister Xu Tong said?”

Lu Mian is now the acting head of the drama club, he should know it.

Lu Mian looked at his cramped appearance, his eyes became soft, but when the other talked about the drama club, he remembered the scene when he just went to the drama club and ran into Lu Chengze and Song Huai together.

Lu Mian’s actions on the virtual keyboard in response to emails became heavier.

“Yeah.” Lu Mian returned only one syllable.

Song Huai thought he was in a bad mood, so he pulled the corner of his clothes and stopped asking.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became quiet.

Song Huai glanced out of the window, trying to control himself not to look at Lu Mian.

Lu Mian saw that the child kept looking outside without giving him a look, and his mood sank inexplicably.

Irritable.

·

After dinner.

Lu Mian returned to the room. After a while, the door was knocked.

Lu Mian looked down at the time, it was only seven o’clock now.

Even if Song Huai came to ask for a goodnight kiss, it would be too early to go to bed now.

Lu Mian opened the door, and Song Huai, who had put on his pajamas, stood obediently outside. Unlike usual, Song Huai did not hold the little rabbit in his arms today.

Holding a few books in his arms, he stood in front of Lu Mian, and said embarrassedly, “I have a problem, do you have time?”

Lu Mian remembered the time yesterday when he said he wanted to help Song Huai make up lessons.

He stepped back and let Song Huai enter.

Song Huai’s little head came in first and looked around.

The last time he came to Lu Mian’s room, it was because Lu Mian was sick.

At that time, the room seemed to have been swept by a gust of wind, except for the basic style, nothing else could be seen.

Now the things in the room have been reorganized and placed neatly.

Song Huai cautiously stepped on the carpet and scanned around.

The area of ​​Lu Mian’s room is a bit larger than his. The bed is by the window, and the bookcase is very conspicuous. There are various classics on the bookcase, and there are many alien characters. Song Huai can only understand one or two foreign languages. But, he couldn’t understand the remote languages.

The desk in front of the bookcase is very large, more than enough for two people. Carved pear wood table with graphite and inkstone on the table, as well as a brush holder.

Song Huai had seen these in his grandfather’s room. He curiously asked, “Do you know calligraphy?”

Lu Mian replied, “I have practiced some.”

“It’s amazing.” Song Huai admired, and he was not very happy, “My handwriting is not very good.”

Song Huai sat down at the desk, Lu Mian pulled a stool and sat down beside him.

The closed room, the warm orange light, obviously was not the time of summer, but the two people in the room felt that the air was a little impetuous.

“Which one do you not understand.” Lu Mian’s voice is very magnetic, the vocabulary and words are not enough to describe the low-pitched cello’s attraction.

Song Huai felt a little like floating when he heard this voice.

“This, here.” Song Huai poked his little finger on the paper.

He was nervous and couldn’t speak clearly.

To see the above exercises clearly, Lu Mian had to get closer to Song Huai.

As soon as Lu Mian approached, the smell of camphor after the rain came over.

No. Song Huai grabbed the pen in his hand and hurriedly covered his nose. He was afraid of having another nosebleed and embarrassing himself.

He didn’t pay attention to the direction of his pen, and drew two lines on his face. Like a little tabby cat.

Ah ah ah ah ah …Song Huai put down the pen and wiped his face . But the more he wiped it, the darker it became.

Lu Mian squeezed his wrist. He saw that the skin was rubbed till it turned red by Song Huai’s indifferent movements, and raised his brow slightly.

When Song Huai saw him curl his eyebrows, he was so frightened that he dared not move.

Lu Mian found a wet wipe from the drawer and wiped his face. Lu Mian frowned, looking a bit fierce, but the movements on his hands were gentle.

Song Huai felt sweet in his heart.

He thought without any guilt: If I knew earlier, I would make two more strokes.

The marks on their faces were wiped away, and the two started the lecture.

Song Huai’s thoughts would still float when he looked at that face at first. Lu Mian’s overly beautiful eyes swept over, and Song Huai quickly put away that charming thought.

Lu Mian is very serious about giving lectures, perhaps because of being a professional soldier, he is also very patient. Every time when answering a question, he will expand to talk about the basic theory with Song Huai.

After two hours, Song Huai not only figured out the topic, but also mastered many basic theoretical knowledge that he didn’t understand before.

“Did you understand?”

“Understood.”

Lu Mian took away the notes he had just taught, “Now you do it again by yourself.”

“Yeah.” Song Huai began to practice seriously on the paper.

“I did it!” Song Huai looked at the filled paper, feeling very satisfied.

Lu Mian checked it, and suddenly, he surrounded Song Huai from behind.

Almost at the moment when Lu Mian came over, Song Huai stiffened and became a robot.

Lu Mian originally wanted to use a pen, but the pen was in Song Huai’s hand. But Song Huai was startled and refused to let it go.

Lu Mian simply held Song Huai’s hand, just to help him fix a small mistake.

“You have a typo here.” The man’s warm and slightly coarse palm covered Song Huai’s tender little hand, his face was instantly red as if it could drip blood in the next moment.

Song Huai’s brain was blank, just letting his hands move with Lu Mian.

What Lu Mian takes him to write, he writes.

At that moment, he even felt that the other person’s breathing was very close to him.

If he turns around now, is it possible for the two to kiss each other like in the idol drama at 7 o’clock in the evening?

Song Huai just thought about it, before he had time to act.

Lu Mian noticed the child’s absent-mindedness. He looked down and saw Song Huai’s pink ears. Lu Mian suddenly realized something and immediately let go of Song Huai’s hand.

·

Before going to bed, Lu Mian looked at the place where Song Huai had just sat, and stood quietly in front of the desk for a while.

Just when Lu Mian was about to turn off the lights and rest, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Lu Mian walked over and opened the door.

Outside the door, Song Huai was also wearing a little rabbit suit, holding a snow-white rabbit in his arms, looking up at him.

The child’s mouth was tight, but he could still see a blushing color.

Seeing that Lu Mian hadn’t moved, Song Huai raised his face completely.

Lu Mian let go of his hand against the door, and the door made a sound.

A light kiss fell on Song Huai’s forehead.

Lu Mian, who had finished his business, discovered that Song Huai had not left tonight.

The child pouted and said unhappily, “You should kiss my face today.” The shadow falling on Lu Mian’s face was deep, and the long, blade-like eyelashes covered the color in Lu Mian’s pupils. No one knew what he was thinking about.

When Song Huai said this, he was actually very nervous.

After all, Lu Mian gave him a goodnight kiss on the forehead, it was already very good.

But he didn’t want Lu Mian to kiss his forehead all the time, like coaxing a child.

Song Huai had already planned it. He started with his forehead first, and then would ask Lu Mian to kiss his cheek, nose, and mouth.