Secret love becomes a marriage

"Ah!"

"Didn't you say you came to review? The result" Gu Shubai shook his head with a smile and his eyes were meaningful.

"I, I didn't mean it." Ji Zimo blushed and stammered to explain, "I was serious about reading at that time, but later, I was sleepy. I wanted to have a rest on my stomach. I didn't expect it."

"I didn't expect that this moment has passed so long?"

"Professor Gu!" he joked that she was addicted. Ji Zimo glared at Gu Shubai.

"Are your hands still numb?"

"Well?"

"No longer numb." he massaged her for a while. She felt much better. She shook her head.

"HMM." Gu Shubai gave a sound, put one hand back, pushed the chair he had sat back, and then squatted down slowly with a tall body.

"Professor Gu, what are you doing?" Ji Zimo looked at him and couldn't understand.

"Put your legs over here."

He said.

So is he going to massage her legs? The heart is sweet and the face is a little trembling. This is the fourth floor of the library and a public place. Now there is no one, which doesn't mean no one comes up at any time. She needs to be careful.

"Professor Gu, forget it. Let's go home!" Ji Zimo shook his head. "And now I feel that my legs are much better. I don't have to press them anymore."

"Ji Zimo, stretch out your legs." he insisted.

"Professor Gu." Ji Zi murmured, holding the table in his hand, wanted to stand up and leave.

Someone moves faster than him, her hands move, and her feet and ankles are held.

"Hello!"

In summer, he didn't allow her to wear hot pants and short skirts outside. Now she was wearing a pair of trousers, but not jeans. How thick, very thin, very, so the heat in his palm was directly printed on her ankle through that thin layer of cloth. She bowed a little sensitively.

"Don't move."

"Someone will come later."

"It's all right. The female classmate fell down and the teacher helped. This statement can be given to them." Gu Shubai said softly.

Ji Zimo was a little annoyed when he heard this. Fortunately, he thought it out, but he watched him squat in front of her, grab her ankle, put her leg on his thigh, and gently massage her. He felt soft. He felt that in case someone came over, this statement was really available, even if it was too far fetched and unavailable. Now, she was treated like this by him, Can't get away.

The fourth floor of the library is very beautiful.

It's not a scene. It's just a library. What's good to see.

It's the pair on this floor.

The girl with short hair sat on her side with her head down and her eyes fell on the man in front of her, while the man she was looking at squatted down, holding one of the girl's legs in her hands and massaging her gently.

Black hair, side face, all wearing white clothes and trousers, melt into the thin summer light, there is no sound, but the picture is really warm, harmonious and full of beauty.

"Professor Gu, I want to have a look."

Back home in the afternoon, after dinner, Ji Zimo followed Gu Shubai for a walk in the park below the community. After that morning run, she died without illness, but it seems to help her form the habit of taking a walk with him after dinner.

He walked beside him, one hand in his pants pocket, the other hand around her waist, full of greasy crooked overbearing, and many people passing by looked at them.

Much less.

I remember the first time they went out for a walk together. When they came to a place where there were people, everyone's eyes fell on them.

There was curiosity in his eyes. He seemed to say: eh, I've lived here for so long and haven't seen such a pair of men and women. Where did they come from? So beautiful!

Well, it's probably him. In fact, well, it seems that most of their eyes fall on him. It has nothing to do with her. Yes, it's just his light.

At first, she didn't have such "inferiority complex". She felt that the eyes of those people were looking at her more or less. She thought she was cute. When several neighbors came to talk, all the topics were directed at him. Finally, she had to recognize the reality.

Every time I walk downstairs with him like this, I will meet some people, most of whom are women, which makes Ji Zimo a little unhappy. Fortunately, those people are middle-aged women and are not young.

Their eyes are also very kind. Their questions are almost homely. They often use words like their little husband and wife and "your little wife", which makes Ji Zimo happy gradually.

Even sometimes, I prefer to talk to them. I can learn some ways of getting along with husband and wife and see them in the eyes of others.

Of course, most of the time, she wants to walk with him quietly and taste the fine water between them.

After a long time, the neighbors probably lost some interest. It seems that some people also understand that "people, young couples, need to walk alone and cultivate their feelings." gradually, there are not many people to disturb. Only their eyes fall on their side from time to time, and few people meet and make a few words.

"Not now."

Thoughts gathered back and heard his voice answering her questions. Ji Zimo leaned over, looked at him and asked, "why?"

"In the morning, Lao Liu called and told me that he took Yi back to Jinling."

"Eh?"

"Forget? Old six said he would marry her."

"Yes." Ji Zimo nodded. "So did he take her back, and then he wanted to propose marriage at Yi's house?"

"Well, it's probably like this."

"But it's easy. Isn't she unwilling to marry Lao Liu? Lao Liu is so demanding."

"What?" he paused and turned to his side. "Do you want to meddle in other people's business again? Huh?"

"No!" he pointed to her forehead. Ji Zimo raised his hand, grabbed his finger, took it down angrily and stared at him angrily: "I'm just expressing my opinion."

"Well, what's your opinion?"

"Don't you want me to say?"

"Yes, other people's, I'm not interested, but ours, you can talk about it."

"Before long, you will finish the exam. We should go to your house. Well, what can I do for you?"

"No." Ji Zi shook his head without thinking.

"Oh, there are so many statements about others and don't care about yourself?"

"No."

"Still deny?"

"It's true. Don't you solve all our problems? What am I afraid of and what else to say?"

She is wholeheartedly trusting him and delivering to him, thinking that everything can be solved as long as there is him.

Such trust and delivery, apart from liking very much, maybe there are others, from liking to liking, a little more than liking, she thought, she is like this to him.