Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

In the huge bedroom, only the rapid breathing of the two could be heard.

The temperature in the air is getting higher and higher, as if there is a cluster of flames burning in it, more and more prosperous.

In the warm yellow light, Jing Ji's whole body was reddened by Ying Jiao, and the most vulnerable place was in his hands.

He was soft all over, his eyes were blurred, and he was almost fascinated. He could only grit his teeth to keep himself from making a sound.

Yingjiao's slender fingers stroked his lips back and forth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Baby, it's called Langdian, I want to hear it."

Jing Ji tilted his head, grabbed the bed sheet under him, and said nothing.

"Don't listen to me?" Yingjiao's speed increased slightly: "Why did you promise me just now?"

Jing Ji snorted uncontrollably, his eyes lowered, his long and dense eyelashes trembling. After a long while, he let go of his teeth in disgust.

"Good." Ying Jiao was satisfied, bowed his head and kissed his ear rewardingly.

Jing Ji's ears were originally sensitive, and when he touched him at this time, he couldn't control it.

Winning arrogantly.

Ying Jiao looked down at his hand and joked: "Jingshen, you can't do this, what about the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical beauty and labor?"

Jing Ji was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to get into the quilt.

Ying Jiao smirked, stared into his eyes, lowered his head and slowly licked his palm.

Jing Ji's eyes suddenly widened: "You..."

"It's very sweet." Yingjiao smiled angrily: "It seems that it's a little good not to let you drink Coke."

Jing Ji was so ashamed that he almost burned, he couldn't take it anymore, he raised an arm to cover his face.

"What are you covering? I haven't seen you anywhere." Yingjiao pulled his arm off and panted, "Did you say I'll let you go? Baby, today's business isn't over."

Jing Ji was really afraid of his tricks, and looked at him begging for mercy: "Brother..."

Jing Ji just finished getting comfortable, and the slightly long and narrow eyes were wet and watery, making people unable to help but want to bully fiercely.

"It's useless to call him brother." Ying Jiao felt a pain, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from his forehead. His dark eyes fell on Jing Ji's lips, and he said solemnly: "Come here, where you make a mistake, you will be punished."

With four eyes facing each other, Jing Ji instantly understood.

His cheeks were hot and he swallowed dryly. For a long time, he fell down obediently.

Halfway through, Yingjiao looked down at him and suddenly asked, "Baby, is it delicious?"

Jing Ji took a breath, and even his eyelids flushed red.

"Why don't you talk?" Ying Jiao gently stroked his hair, tried his best to restrain the fire in his heart, stepped back slightly, and asked again, "Is it delicious?"

The corners of Jing Ji's bullied eyes were wet, and even the eyelashes were filled with mist. He was breathing heavily, and he didn't open his mouth no matter what.

However, how could he resist Ying Jiao, and he was finally forced to say those two words.

After the two people finished messing around and packed everything up, it was already the second half of the night. Jing Ci shrank in the quilt and wrapped himself into a silkworm cocoon.

Yingjiao was helpless, and took the man out of the quilt and took it into his arms: "Don't you just talk to each other, what about you?"

"Don't, don't say it..." Jing Ji stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and collapsed: "Brother, don't say it..."

"Okay, don't talk." Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed him on the palm, changing the subject: "Who did you meet when you went out today?"

"No one." Jing Ji lowered his eyes and allowed Ying Jiao to slowly rub his waist: "I just... suddenly got convulsions."

Yingjiao laughed, knowing that he didn't tell the truth. But it doesn't matter, he can roughly guess it.

"Baby," Ying Jiao raised his chin and said earnestly, "Don't say things like that to poke my heart, okay?"

"I'm sorry." Jing Ci apologized with guilt, wishing to kill himself at that time, and promised: "I will never do it again."

"Don't worry about anything," Ying Jiao gently stroked his hair and the back of his neck, and said softly, "I'm here."

Jing Ji made a "hmm".

"So..." Yingjiao looked down at his hair and smiled wickedly: "Go out with me tomorrow to buy a set? What flavor do you like?"

Jing Ji was stunned and didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed to the restricted level.

"I heard that there are various styles, what kind of threads, particles, icy... Which one do you like?"

Jing Ji buried his head in his chest and said nothing.

"As for you," Yingjiao continued to forcefully ask, "or do you want to choose in the supermarket?"

"All, all..." Jing Ji clenched his fingers tightly, closed his eyes, and went out: "You can..."

Ying Jiao chuckled, knowing that he was almost at the limit, he lowered his head and kissed his hair, then turned off the bedside lamp: "Go to sleep."

Jing Ji was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

In the darkness, Ying Jiao listened to his even breathing, took him to his arms, and sighed softly.

In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve.

Ying Jiao and Jing Ji had long agreed with He Conge to celebrate New Year's Eve together. In the evening, they ate coconut chicken together and set off for the fireworks square.

"I heard that the fireworks this time are the most grand in the past ten years," Zheng Que was so excited that he could hardly sit still, not because he liked fireworks, but was infected by the cheerful New Year's Eve atmosphere around him: "It lasted for ten minutes. Woolen cloth."

"Old Zheng, calm down." He Porridge held a coconut and said while drinking, "Your sister didn't make an appointment, what's there to be happy about."

Zheng Que wilted instantly. He glanced enviously at Ying Jiao and Jing Ji next to him, and said sourly, "I just asked casually at the time."

Ying Jiao re-wrapped the loose scarf for Jing Ji, and gave him a pitying look: "Your tough mouth is really pitiful and distressing."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was so angry that his nose was crooked, he ignored him, and asked He Conge: "Old He, do you want me to learn some musical instruments? The man who played guitar on stage last school celebration, I heard that later Received a lot of love letters."

He pondered: "What musical instrument can both show my masculinity and attract the attention of girls?"

He Congee: "Go to learn guitar too?"

Zheng Que shook his head: "There are too many people in this meeting, so it's not uncommon."

Jing Ji thought about it and said seriously, "Piano?"

Zheng Que denied it again: "That's too difficult, it has to be done quickly."

Win arrogant sneered.

Zheng Que looked at him vigilantly.

"Quick to get started, eye-catching, and manly..." Yingjiao counted his requests one by one.

"Yes!" Zheng Que was very satisfied with his concluding remarks: "Brother Jiao, do you have any good suggestions?"

Win arrogant: "Suona."

There were several uncontrollable laughter around, and He Congee fell directly on Peng Chengcheng, almost not suffocating Peng Chengcheng.

Even Jing Ji couldn't hold back and laughed.

Zheng Que rushed over and wanted to win the arrogance, but in the end, he couldn't hold back his joy anymore.

Several people laughed and laughed all the way to the square.

There were a lot of people in the square, and the crowd was crowded, all for the title of "the biggest fireworks in ten years", and they would get scattered if they were not careful.

Yingjiao turned his head to look at Jingci and instructed, "Follow me."

Jing Ji nodded, indicating that he knew.

Ying Jiao felt itchy when he saw how well-behaved he looked, and tugged at the tip of his coat hat.

Jing Ji was not angry either, so he straightened his hat with a good temper.

They came a little late, and the place was full of people, and there was no gap. He Conge's invincible physique failed for the first time, and a few people could only stand at the subway entrance on the side.

Eleven fifty-nine.

On the iconic building of the square, a colorful countdown number appeared.

Someone uncontrollably began to recite: "Forty-one...forty...thirty-nine..."

As the numbers got smaller, so did the voices of the crowd counting down the countdown.

Finally, when the number on the building turned to zero, the first row of fireworks streaked across the night sky with pale golden tails, blasting overhead, bursting with brilliant colors.

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers one after another.

"It's not in vain this time!" He Conge roared at Zheng Que in a loud voice.

Zheng Que nodded desperately, calmed the exclamation in his heart for a while, looked left and right, and suddenly said, "Where are Brother Jiao and Brother Ci?"

"Huh?" He Congee looked around for a while, but didn't see anyone. He wondered, "Isn't it still here? It's probably because there are too many people and they're crowded to other places."

"should be."

At this moment in the subway entrance, Ying Jiao was pressing Jing Ji against the wall and kissing him hard.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the subway had already stopped operating, and there was no one inside. Everyone was attracted by the fireworks, and there was no need to worry about someone breaking in.

The fireworks are gorgeous and lively outside. Inside, is their own quiet little world.

Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ji's hand and intertwined his fingers, with his forehead pressed against his forehead, and said softly, "Happy New Year."

The two were close to each other, their breaths being each other's breath. Jing Ji raised his head slightly so that he could kiss himself: "Happy New Year."

This is their first new year together, and there will be many more like this in the future.

Jingji thought.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the black bracelet on his wrist. The place, the form, and the surrounding scene would change for New Year's Eve, but the two of them would never change.

"What are you thinking? So inattentive." Ying Jiao rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and smiled: "I didn't work hard enough."

"No……"

Jing Ji wanted to say something, but the end sound disappeared between his lips and tongues.

Yingjiao had a very comfortable New Year's Eve, brushing the questions during the day and teasing Jing Ji by the way. Release your energy in bed at night, the only regret is that you haven't done the last step.

Not wanting, but lacking the necessary tools.

Before, he was afraid that Jing Ji thought that he was with him for such a trivial matter, so he didn't prepare condoms and lubricants.

Who knew that it was only when I wanted to use it that it happened to hit the Spring Festival, and the store did not deliver it.

Yingjiao refused to go to the roadside to buy small brand products, fearing that it would be bad for Jingci, so he could only grit his teeth and wait for the official website to deliver the products. In the end, it was the day when Jing resigned to the training team.

"Concentrate on your business, don't worry about me." In the train station, Ying Jiao stuffed a bottle of mineral water into Jing Ji's hand, reached out and rubbed his head: "I'll wait for you at home."

He paused, then added with a smile: "Don't worry, I will do the questions according to your schedule, and promise not to be lazy."

Before they separated, Jing Ji had already started to think about winning arrogance. He nodded and wanted to say something, but when he came to his mouth, there was only one sentence left: "Then I'll go first, we'll see you at the beginning of school."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned. I always feel that this scene is a bit familiar, but I can't remember when I experienced it for a while.

Just as the wicket started, he was in a hurry to bid farewell to Yingjiao, so he didn't think about it.

With the cover of his sleeve, Yingjiao shook his hand firmly: "See you at school."

After waiting until Jing Ji's figure disappeared from the ticket gate, Ying Jiao turned around and went home.

Even though there was only one person missing, the house became empty. He stared absently at the chair in the study. Usually at this time, Jing Ji was already sitting here quietly reading a book. As long as he turned his eyes a little, he could see him.

Yingjiao sat down on the chair, gently opened the cabinet below, and wanted to take out the exercise book to divert his attention.

Ying Jiao was stunned suddenly.

Packed neatly in the cabinet, there are several boxes of beautifully packaged candy bars. He was short and gently lifted the label attached to the top—

Brother, eat it when you want to smoke.

"What do you want?"

"I want to eat candy, and I quit smoking recently, but I always feel bad in my mouth."

That was made up by him in order to make Jing Ji happy.

He had long forgotten.

Jing Ji always remembered.

The author has something to say: small theater, arrogant brother: I want **** brand lubricant.

Customer service: Dear, I'm sorry, we don't ship during the Spring Festival.

Pride: ? ? ? Then what should I do in a hurry? ?

Customer Service: Dear, I suggest you hold your breath first.

Brother proud: You motherfucker! !