Reborn In the 1990s

"Do you have to play this game?" She looked up at Cheng Yu and said helplessly.

"Hmmm." Cheng Yu snorted and looked at her with a smile in his eyes, but did not speak.

Fang Ruixue picked a finger, simply scalp should, eyes closed: "just too fast, in fact, no feeling."

She did not dare to look at Cheng Yu's eyes. Her lashes trembled slightly, but her red ears betrayed her heart.

"Well. One more time? " Cheng Yu patted a lower part of Ruixue's back waist and leaned over her ear and said.

Obviously, he is in a bad mood, but he shows the appearance of a clear wind and the moon. As if there is no purer person in the world.

Fang Ruixue secretly opened an eye, stretched out her tongue nervously and licked her dry lips.

This action is like a signal to tell Cheng Yu that the game begins.

Cicadas in the trees began to sing, and the air conditioner in the ward began to cool. Cheng Yu's body gradually approaches, Fang Ruixue's limbs are stiff.

She heard her own clear heartbeat, like the second hand walking on Cheng Yu's wrist.

Thump. Da. Thump. Da.

Suddenly the world is quiet.

The lips are held by people. At first, they are only gently rubbed, and then they develop into continuous licking and sucking. Fang Ruixue feels that her lips are on fire. She will ignite herself in this constant friction and exploration, and then burn out.

She couldn't help but utter a light chant, and a little gap was revealed between her lips, which just facilitated Cheng Yu to take advantage of the situation and occupy all the space in her mouth with that soft tongue.

Her body is bound by Cheng Yu's powerful arms. In her cold tongue sliding entrance, she grabs her breath greedily and explores every corner of her mouth.

This moment of palpitation made them forget everything around each other.

Fang Ruixue felt that her body suddenly floated in the air, and would slowly shake with the breeze. Occasionally, a strong wind would blow, and she would be carried around. She did not know where she was floating.

When Fang Ruixue finally understood how kissing is. She has been pressed in the arms of Cheng Yu, and her face is so red that she can only breathe. When Cheng Yu released her, the four lips finally separated and pulled out a thin silver thread between the two.

"Any more?" Cheng Yu hoarse voice, take his nose gently rub against the tip of Fang Ruixue's nose.

Fang Ruixue shakes her head and buries her face on Cheng Yu's shoulder, just like an ostrich escaping from reality. She buries her head in the sand and refuses to come out.

"Do you know now?" Cheng Yu hooked the hair on her cheek and rubbed the small piece of skin with her fingers. Until seeing the floating red above, gradually reduced, "want to accumulate love experience, put off the ready-made boyfriend, what's the use of reading novels?"

The achievement of Cheng Yu's teaching is obviously remarkable.

That night, Fang Ruixue lay in bed and had countless dreams.

Every dream is that Cheng Yu holds her in his arms, presses her on the bed, or nests in the sofa, on the grass full of flowers. In a car with a small space, or under a starry night sky.

In short, it is in any scene that may have appeared in the novel. Cheng Yu kisses and kisses her in those places. All the things that happened to the protagonists and heroines in those novels, she and Cheng Yu all experienced once in a dream.

This led her to wake up the next morning and, with a red monkey's buttocks on her face, packed all the novels recommended by Lu Xiaojiang to the bottom of the box. And vowed never to look at it again in my life.

Cheng Sheng was sent back to Huainan for the summer vacation. Cheng Yu lived in the hospital. He lived in his family's home of unit 32, unit 1, building 8, building 8. At one time, there were only Cheng Zhaosong and Jiang Qingyue. Even the dinner table was quite cold.

The weather is too hot, it will always spoil the appetite of bad people, not to mention Jiang Qingyue, who is used to eating rice with Fang Ruixue at noon. In the face of the meal from the canteen, Jiang Qingyue was so picky that she didn't really eat a few mouthfuls. The opposite Cheng Zhaosong looked at her several times.

Jiang Qingyue's bitter summer is an old problem, which is probably the only minor problem that she can hook up with the "official lady".

Cheng Zhaosong knows her problem and looks at her way of picking and picking the food. I know she really has no appetite. So he turned around and took out two glass bottles from the cupboard and put them in front of the anorexic Jiang Qingyue.

"Take two bites of your favorite pickle. I'll bring you roast chicken from Deyun house tomorrow

The palm sized glass bottle was covered with light green paper, and the gilded cloud logo flashed brilliantly under the light. Jiang Qingyue is so familiar with the package that she can guess what is contained inside.

Caiyun brand pickles, a bottle is sour cucumber, a bottle is sour beans. These two bottles are Jiang Qingyue's favorite. They are the great meritorious officials who can make her fall in love with eating in the summer.

But now, these two "great meritorious officials" are out of favor.

Looking at two bottles of newly bought pickles that have not been opened yet, Jiang Qingyue has no appetite any more. She simply puts the chopsticks aside, and even doesn't want to put them down."What's the matter?" Cheng Zhaosong raised his head and looked at her suspiciously, "don't you like it?"

He seldom goes home today. To be able to sit at the table with Jiang Qingyue and enjoy a rare dinner time for two. But Jiang Qingyue has always been very depressed, her eyes from time to time glanced at various places in the house, as if looking for something.

"These are the last two bottles in the supermarket." Cheng Zhaosong also put down his chopsticks and helped Jiang Qingyue unscramble two bottles of pickles. I don't like these two. I'll try another one next time. Don't they have a lot of varieties? "

Cheng Zhaosong pushes the bottle in front of Jiang Qingyue.

"Forget it." Jiang Qingyue sighed.

What needs to be changed is the variety. What needs to be changed is clearly this brand. Once Jiang Qingyue liked it so much, but now she is so bored with it.

As Jiang Jinyue said, there are many things about Fang Ruixue in their home.

For example, during the Spring Festival, Cheng Yu brought back a good taste, but the alcohol was not heavy on fruit wine. For example, Cheng Sheng had to have a bag of buffalo milk every morning, half a frame of native eggs in the kitchen, a large watermelon with green skin and red soil and seedless watermelon, and the "Caiyun card" that the cabinet full of Jiang Qingyue could not do without. From soy sauce to pickles and pickles, their family will buy almost everything, which really meets everyone's appetite.

Not to mention the clothes hanging in the wardrobe, the leftover stewed flavor in the refrigerator, the new year's goods that have never been broken every year, and even the dumplings on the eve of the new year's Eve.

I don't know if it's because the family is a restaurant. Before Jiang Qingyue didn't know about this, most of Fang Ruixue's contacts with their family were on food.