Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Han Yu and Tang Xia went back to the hotel, went to pack their luggage, and got ready to leave Lumusi at noon tomorrow.

The flight was at one o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that they had to get up early to check out and then rush to the airport.

Although he only took a sip of the wine, maybe the temperature of the wine was too cold, and Tang Xia felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach when he came back. But she didn't mention it to Han Yu, she simply took a hot bath, then shivered into bed, holding the pillow close to her chest with both hands, trying to relieve the discomfort in her stomach.

Han Yu knocked on the door of Tang Xia's room half an hour later.

The girl barely supported herself, opened the door, turned around and trotted back to the bed.

"What's wrong?" The boy was surprised.

Tang Xia covered the quilt tightly, only showing half of her head and a pair of round eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm sleepy."

"Then go to sleep, I'll come over and have a look, lest you leave something behind."

It was indeed very late, so Han Yu didn't worry too much. He checked Tang Xia's suitcase next to the TV cabinet carefully, and finally reminded: "I will wake you up at 7:30 tomorrow?"

"So early?" The girl turned over and raised her neck slightly.

"It's a bit of a distance to the airport, and there will be traffic jams during peak hours," Han Yu patiently explained, "I'll check out first after I'm done tidying up, you can sleep a little longer, and you can wake up after I call, okay?"

"What if I can't hear the phone?" Tang Xia frowned, moaning, "What if I fell asleep—"

"Then I'll keep calling to wake you up."

"What if I can't hear you when you hit me continuously?"

"Then I'll just come over and knock on the door and call for a bed!"

Tang Xia's eyes widened instantly.

"What did you say?"

Han Yu was also taken aback suddenly.

He looks up.

The eyes of the **** the bed were full of complicated emotions, Han Yu's expression froze, and immediately, the roots of his ears turned red.

"I..." The young man opened his mouth, but he, who was always venomous, choked so hard that he couldn't speak. It was only his fault that he slobbered, his tongue didn't straighten before he spoke, and he made such a joke in front of Tang Xia.

Calling... What is calling a bed!

Han Yu's face turned blue and white alternately, but Tang Xia couldn't help laughing after he realized it.

"So you can do this?"

The girl made a joke, with a look of narrowness between her brows, and then teased: "I didn't expect you to be such a Han Yu."

The young man wasn't annoyed, but was stimulated by Tang Xia's tone, deliberately followed her topic, and suddenly started to "counterattack"—

"If you want to hear it, it doesn't hurt to call it tomorrow morning."

This time it was Tang Xia who choked.

Han Yu seized the initiative, sat at the end of her bed, stretched out his hand to hold the girl's slender ankle through the quilt, and asked word by word: "I don't know if you want to hear it or not?"

Tang Xia felt like her whole brain was going to explode!

Beast! rogue! shameless!

She suddenly pulled up the quilt to cover her face, hiding like a turtle in a thick shell, and mumbled, "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it!"

Han Yu smiled, full of joy.

Talking to him about this kind of topic, Tang Xia is still a bit weak. This girl was already shy in her personality, she tried to speak out in a yellow accent, but in the end, she was still the one who was embarrassed.

But Han Yu thought it was quite interesting. Seeing Tang Xia huddled up in the bed, he really wanted to hug her.

"Sleep, take a good rest, I'm exhausted these days."

The boy got up, closed the door for Tang Xia, dimmed the wall lamp, and went back to sleep.

When he slept until two o'clock in the middle of the night, Han Yu was suddenly awakened by a curse.

Opening his eyes, his consciousness was still in a daze. He heard someone yelling from the next door—"It's so late at night that people can't sleep! Drinking and punching every day will affect others, you know!"

Then, there was a crisp sound—"Crack!"

It seemed to be the sound of a wine bottle hitting the ground, and it was a little ear-piercing.

Han Yu woke up instantly.

He sat up, walked barefoot to the window, and slowly opened the curtain.

The night sky is clear, with little stars, and the dim yellow of the street lamps downstairs, reflecting a different kind of halo.

The guests staying at the hotel on the same floor may feel that the night market downstairs is too noisy, so they open the window in the middle of the night and get angry at the group of people.

Han Yu squinted his eyes and saw that there was a lot of people downstairs. Except for the initial provocation when someone threw a bottle of wine violently, no one paid any attention at all. Everyone was still drinking wine and eating food, lively and lively.

Another world completely opposite to daytime.

A world that may belong to Tan Xiao, or a world that will be strengthened by him.

Han Yu leaned lazily on the window sill.

From his perspective, he couldn't see whether Tan Xiao was in the crowd. But at least, Ayang will tell him something, Tan Xiao is not stupid, he should be able to guess that it is himself and Tang Xia.

In fact, we can talk to each other in person, and we can also meet each other, but for some reason, Han Yu felt that it might not be joyful to meet each other.

Everyone has their own direction of life trajectory, and Tan Xiao's trajectory has gradually drifted away from them during last summer vacation.

Some friends are just companions for a short journey.

And some people, it is a lifetime.

the next day.

Han Yu and Tang Xia's plane was delayed for two hours, and it was already dusk when they arrived at Haicheng Airport.

The girl was so tired that she collapsed on the bed.

Yu Man called her immediately, "Tang Xia Tang Xia! You're finally back, I'm bored to death!"

"Didn't you go out during the winter vacation?" Tang Xia lay down, angry like a silk.

"I'm not in the mood," Yu Man pouted, half complaining and half coquettish, "Next week the school will arrange make-up classes for the third graders. Our good days will soon come to an end."

Tang Xia was startled, and popped up instantly, "Next week?"

"Don't you know yet?" Yu Man sat cross-legged on the computer chair and explained while clicking the mouse, "Looking at the class group, Zhao Yang sent a notice, and everyone has been complaining for many days."

Tang Xia closed her eyes in distress, "It's fate."

In fact, it is also expected.

The third year of high school in the student days is similar, and what they can never do without is make-up lessons, homework and exams.

There will be a batch of self-enrollment quotas in early February, and the spring exams in March will follow. Fresh candidates like Tang Xia, after the winter vacation, will all tense up a string in their heads, and they will not be able to relax until June. .

The days are really fast, even faster than the white horse in the gap.

From spring to winter, the cool wind is bitter. On the day when school started early, Tang Xia wore a heavy school uniform and got on the bus. When he arrived at the stop, he waited for the traffic lights at the crossroads, but his memories flooded inexplicably.

It seems to be back to last year, the scene where she is holding the English vocabulary booklet and carefully following behind Han Yu.

You see, life is full of magic.

Perhaps, after the third year of high school, they have a new starting point.

Tang Xia tugged at the straps of her backpack, pulled herself together, and stepped into the school gate. ##### This weekend is quite special, I went to the book fair for two days! Participate in the signing of my favorite author~ meet with a large number of rivals~ the most important thing is to be more sure that the author I love is worthy of my love, worthy of my belief in her, chasing and even getting close to her! Babies, please be considerate of a little girl~ I really love her so much~