Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

"No... isn't it?"

Tang Xia was quite sure at first, but when Han Yu asked him such a rhetorical question, his voice suddenly became quieter for some reason, and he hesitated for no reason.

"It's okay, just say yes." The boy gently touched her head as usual, and said ambiguously, "Anyway, you will know soon."

"Know what?" Tang Xia frowned.

"It's boring to say it now." Han Yu smiled lightly, deliberately showing off.

The girl looked away angrily, not looking at him.

She found that the boy was becoming more and more provocative.

"Pull it down," Tang Xia muttered, while tidying up the things on the table, she turned her head and stared at him, "You can talk about it later, I don't necessarily want to hear it."

Han Yu raised his eyebrows, "Really?" His tone was slightly raised, and his eyes narrowed.

Tang Xia nodded vigorously, very sure, "Really!"

Originally thought that Han Yu would be surprised, unexpectedly, he smiled slowly, shook his head and said leisurely: "Then don't listen."

As soon as the words fell, the guy put his hands behind his back and planned to leave quickly.

Tang Xia was surprised and angry, "Han Yu!"

The young man gave her a sly look, pinched her nose lightly with his fingertips, and said half seriously and half jokingly: "I'm so overwhelmed, go back to the bathroom."

"..." She caught her breath in her throat.

"It's getting dark," Han Yu looked up, and finally took the girl's wrist and sent her downstairs to the dormitory. "It's time for class again tomorrow, so take a good rest."

Tang Xia hugged the thermos bag, even though she was dissatisfied just now, it disappeared at this moment.

He just has this kind of ability, he can capture the girl's heart in an instant by angering her one second and speaking softly the next second.

"Ah, you too."

Tang Xia nodded resignedly, and couldn't help sighing silently: There is no way, liking someone means that no matter what he says or does, he finds it pleasing to the eye.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes, the bottom of his beautiful pupils shone with a dazzling brilliance, like a glass stone, or like a lake with sunken stars, her face was reflected in the sparkling ripples.

Tang Xia said softly, "Then... good night?"

He can't get tired of her cute appearance.

"Just good night?" Han Yu casually took a step forward, lowered his head, and the shadow fell over Tang Xia.

"Ok?"

The boy met the girl's clear eyes, suddenly tilted his head, and pointed his finger at his side cheek.

His fair skin was as delicate as porcelain jade, and his fingertips were even more radiant, crystal clear and translucent.

"No goodnight kiss?"

One word at a time, extremely long.

Tang Xia stared blankly at Han Yu.

Like a child longing to be pampered, he brought his face close to her, and a happy smile filled his crooked eyes.

"what…"

The girl gasped, her voice trembling slightly.

Han Yu moved his lips and murmured helplessly—

"So, this kind of thing should be done by me, right?"

After he finished speaking, the hand touching his cheek suddenly moved to Tang Xia's chin.

He raised his fingertips vaguely.

She raised her face subconsciously.

A warm breath came over his forehead.

"Good night."

When Han Yu let go, he stubbornly tugged at Tang Xia's earlobe. He couldn't help but smile when he heard the latter's slight cry of pain, and licked his lips eagerly.

She turned around and ran towards the dormitory, her face was blushing, but the corners of her mouth could not be controlled to rise.

As a result, as soon as he entered the door, Pei Xiao, who was rubbing towels by the sink, turned his head, and his shrewd little eyes flicked back and forth on Tang Xia.

"What, why?" Tang Xia was inexplicably nervous being stared at.

Pei Xiao didn't say a word. When Tang Xia sat down in her seat, she was secretly laughing alone, and said out of nowhere—

"I smell the sour smell of love in the air!"

Tang Xia immediately smashed a pillow and said, "Get out of here!"

the next day.

Teacher Luo announced a more important matter during the morning self-study.

Because March will usher in the national spring exam, some students in Class 6 who are not outstanding are ready to take part. This also means that after the exams, this group of students will leave Class Six, leave No. 1 Middle School, and enter the long vacation early.

Therefore, the coming-of-age ceremony for the third grade of senior high school, which was originally scheduled for April, was moved forward to next Tuesday and held in the school auditorium.

The coming-of-age ceremony is a feature that is passed down every year in a middle school.

Senior high school students are all boys and girls aged 17 or 18. When they step out of school, the society defines them as adults. Adulthood is not only a change of identity, but also a symbol of responsibility and obligation.

In the coming-of-age ceremony in previous years, the school would invite some parents to attend, and the other parents who could not be present would also be asked to write a letter to their children.

Letters are the catalyst for sensationalism.

"There are three parents in each class. Please remember to tell your parents this week that if you want to participate, register in advance. If you don't, please submit the letter before next Monday and send it to everyone on Tuesday."

Teacher Luo emphasized it one last time, then opened the lesson plan, and said solemnly: "Okay, let's talk about the question that I didn't finish yesterday."

While yawning, the students in the audience took a pen and began to write down their ideas for solving the problem.

Tang Xia wrote down Teacher Luo's notice in the memo, thinking that she had to remind her father to write a letter when she got home on Sunday.

He is very busy, and there are classes at school on Tuesday, so he must not be able to sign up for his coming-of-age ceremony, so Tang Xia doesn't plan to tell his father about it.

But what she didn't expect was that Tang Zhihai didn't come home this week.

"Xiaoxia, the laboratory's innovative project achieved a critical step yesterday, and my father will not go back tomorrow. You should pay attention to safety at home and call your father if you have something to do."

Tang Xia obediently responded, and asked hesitantly, "Then... Dad, you..."

She wanted to ask if she could go home the day after tomorrow. Or, can you write a letter and send it back.

But after all, he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Dad, don't be too tired."

Tang Xia let out a breath and hung up the phone.

Then she hesitated to dial Tang Xuan.

But soon gave up.

My brother is far away, and the express delivery will not arrive within three days. Besides, it's just a letter, so there's no need to work hard.

Tang Xia comforted herself in this way, and went back to the bedroom to sleep with the blanket in her arms.

In fact, to be honest, I am still a little lost.

Bar mitzvah...

It's only once in a lifetime, how I wish my father and my brother could participate, how I wish... how much I wish I could receive letters from them.

Tang Xia sighed, covering her head in the thin blanket.

On Monday, she took a letter to school.

The letter is glued and sealed. The envelope and letter paper are distributed by the school, handed in on Monday, and returned to the students at the ceremony on Tuesday.

Yizhong promises never to peek at their "family letter".

Tang Xia, she...

She stuffed it with blank letter paper.

When she was in despair, the girl bumped into Han Yu at the school gate.

He also had the envelope in his hand.

"morning."

Tang Xia greeted feebly.

"What? Are you in a bad mood?" Han Yu saw something was wrong at a glance, and asked with concern, frowning.

She shook her head, her eyes rested on the envelope in the boy's hand, and she changed the subject, "Written by your mother?"

Han Yu's expression didn't change, and he replied lightly: "Yes."

Tang Xia sniffed, a little envious. #####A useless fairy who was asked by the boss to write about the planning of the Qixi Festival... You said, the boss who asked the single dog to write this kind of plan is not a beast boss? Anyway, there is no wave in my heart, and I even want to cry a little bit