Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ci is a person who walks the talk. It was too late to write notes that day, but some content in the language did not require notes.

During recess, he opened the Chinese book and said to Yingjiao, "In the next few days, I will list the ancient texts that you need to memorize this semester. It is the easiest to memorize."

He pointed to the page: "Let's start with "Pipa Xing". Can you understand the meaning? I can explain it to you if you don't understand it. It's easier to recite it after you understand the meaning."

Yingjiao turned to look at him.

When it comes to studying, the expression on Jing Ji's face is serious and serious, like a little teacher, which is inexplicably cute.

Yingjiao smirked, turned his body slightly, and shamelessly pretended to be deaf: "Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly."

The two were at the same table, and Jing Ji felt that his volume was loud enough. But the classrooms in Class 7 were really noisy, and it was possible that they couldn't hear them clearly. He raised his volume and said it again.

"What?" Ying Jiao frowned: "I still can't hear clearly."

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and turned his ears: "Come over and talk."

Jing Ji didn't move, feeling that Ying Jiao did it on purpose. With such a close distance and such a loud voice, he was not deaf, so how could he not hear clearly.

Ying arrogantly smiled and gave him a knee: "Little classmate, you just said you want to repay, but now you regret it?"

Jing Ji hesitated for a while, but still leaned over according to the words. To his ear, he repeated the words just now.

The boy's voice was a little softer, but the tone was very nice. While speaking, his breathing rate sprayed on Yingjiao's ears.

Hot and itchy.

Ying Jiao squinted slightly, watching his long and thick eyelashes blink gently.

The classmates around were laughing and playing, and excited screams could be heard from time to time.

There was a strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the air, but Yingjiao's nose smelled a faint, indistinct aroma.

It was the scent of shampoo on Jing Ji's body, the refreshing lemon scent.

Yingjiao subconsciously lowered his head and took a deep sniff.

After Jing Ji said a paragraph, he didn't get a response, he raised his head: "You..."

Coincidentally, Yingjiao bowed his head.

The next second, the tip of Jing Ji's nose hit Ying Jiao's lips straight.

Both were stunned.

A very light, light kiss, not even a kiss.

Ying Jiao slowly touched his lips and looked at Jing Ji.

Jing Ji bounced off his body instantly and blushed.

"Wow, little classmate," Ying Jiao pursed his lips and whistled, "Is it such a wave?"

Jing Ji blushed and moved his body, trying to make himself win arrogant a little further, and apologized awkwardly: "I'm sorry."

Yingjiao leaned over shamelessly, leaned on his chin with one hand, and looked at Jing Ji lazily: "If you say sorry, I will accept it?"

Jing Ji pursed his lower lips: "Then what do you want?"

After a pause, he said, "Otherwise I'll organize your notes for you now, I..."

"I've always liked tit-for-tat," Ying Jiao interrupted him with a chuckle: "You kissed me once, and it's not too much for me to come back?"

Jing Ji's face turned even redder, he grasped the language book in his hand and tried to explain to Ying Jiao: "I didn't kiss you forcefully, it was just an accident."

Yingjiao played with the lighter in his hand and couldn't help laughing: "Who knows if it was an accident?"

He paused and licked his lips: "When was the last time? You even threw yourself in my arms."

"There are so many surprises."

Jing Ji's blushing was about to smoke, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly: "You...you change it."

Yingjiao closed it when he saw it, for fear of making him anxious: "It's okay to change another one..."

Jing Ji instantly raised his eyes to look at him.

"You shouted brother, let me pinch my face and this matter will be over."

Jing Ji opened his mouth, but some couldn't come out.

Yingjiao didn't rush him, just raised his eyebrows and said, "It's going to be the breakout exercise later, you can call it on the playground in front of the whole school."

He raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock: "There is still one minute for class."

"Brother." Jing Ji endured the heat and called out.

Rather than calling him in front of the whole school and asking him to come back in person, Jing Ji would rather choose to call him now.

Ying Jiao chuckled, stretched out his hand and pinched Jing Ji's face: "It's so good."

Jing Ci's facial features are three-dimensional, and there is not much flesh on the face, but the skin is tender and firm, and the hand feels very good. Until the end of the second get out of class, Yingjiao was still grinding his fingers to reminisce.

After He Porridge put the water on and put on his pants, he turned his head and saw that Ying Jiao was in a trance. He leaned over shyly: "What are you doing, arrogant brother, you just had circumcision surgery, don't you dare to take off your pants?"

Ying Jiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, smiling sarcastically: "I'm afraid that taking off your pants will hurt your self-esteem."

He Congee Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."

He Conge looked at him with inexhaustible words: "It's not arrogant brother, why have you been so mad recently? Did something happen that we don't know about?"

Ying Jiao pursed his lower lip lightly and chuckled: "Guess."