i was my mistake

At this moment, the three of them were lying on the bed again.

The time is still there, and the topic of horror stories can continue.

Perhaps, a thunderstorm night is really suitable for telling horror stories...

After all, it comes with the kind of atmosphere that makes people subconsciously substitute into it.

The time of night talk always seems to pass quickly.

Wan Qing finished the whole story vividly, but she didn't seem to hear Zhao Jinyu's response.

Turning her head to look again, she found that she had fallen asleep hugging her big pillow, breathing evenly, and sleeping peacefully.

"Morning?"

"what?"

"You're not asleep."

"what?"

"I'm asleep today."

"Oh..." Ye Chen nodded, turned his back to Wan Qing, "I'm sleepy too... why don't I go to sleep."

"Sleep." Wan Qing shrank a little under the quilt, and placed her thighs on Ye Chen's hip bones.

——She always likes to hang something like this when she sleeps at night.

She is obviously smaller, but she just likes to occupy other people's space.

"...What are you doing?" But today seemed a bit different, Ye Chen felt a cold, slightly fleshy little hand gently placed on his lower abdomen.

"Hey."

"...Hey, you're big... You, don't touch me..." Ye Chen yelled in a low voice, afraid that Zhao Jinyu would hear him, and the last few words were almost inaudible.

"Why, I can't sleep with you in my arms."

"...I'm not a plush toy... Wait... Hey! What are you doing!"

"Touch my plush toy."

"You, you... why..." Ye Chen's whole body became hot, "Jinyu is still sleeping next to him..."

Wan Qing slyly blew at her: "That's why it's interesting?"

"What kind of bad taste are you..."

"Usually it's boring just the two of us."

"Why, are you in love with me?"

"No, don't get me wrong, this is just an adult's desire for a beautiful girl's body."

"Why do your words sound so scumbag..."

"This is an adult." Wan Qing became serious again.

——Of course, if she could move her hands to other places, Ye Chen might be able to resonate with her emotions more...

At this moment, Zhao Jinyu suddenly turned around again, from facing the two of them with his back to the two.

Ye Chen didn't see it, but just hearing the rustling sound, his heart skipped half a beat.

——Wan Qing's hands are not separated by clothes at the moment!

But her hands are small, probably caused by the height difference.

It's just that Ye Chen doesn't feel much at ordinary times, but now such an intimate contact gave her a clear sense of touch.

"...Your hands are so small."

"Huh? Are you not shy?"

"If you have the ability, play harder. I'll just lie still and not resist..." Ye Chen muttered in a low voice, her tone sounded fine, but her little face was already so red that it was dripping water Even the roots of the ears are a little red. If the weather is not warm, I'm afraid you can see the heat coming out.

"Cut...boring." But Wan Qing lost interest.

"Tsk, you really..."

"Do you know that in that kind of book, it's only interesting for the protagonist to resist. If it's completely at the mercy of others, it won't look good, do you understand?"

"...Then why, I still shout out, struggling hard?"

"It's the feeling of wanting to struggle but not daring to struggle."

"...Are you a pervert?"

"Yes." Wan Qing said calmly.

Ye Chen decided to change the subject: "Compare your hand with mine?"

"What?"

"Look at how much older I am than you."

"Why do you compare this to that?" Wan Qing's tone was slightly teasing.

Ye Chen immediately rolled his eyes: "Can you be more serious?"

"Why?" Wan Qing raised her hand, "Here, let's compare."

So Ye Chen stretched out his hand, and pressed it tightly against her chubby little hand.

Ye Chen's palms are more slender, but in fact they are considered petite.

But compared to Wan Qing's, it's obviously much bigger.

——Her hands are completely childlike.

She is obviously smaller than her everywhere, but she has such a strong aura, and she still takes the initiative every time...

Ye Chen pouted, somewhat unconvinced.

She turned over suddenly, hugged the girl who was much smaller than herself with her backhand, then lowered her head, and pressed it hard on her lips.

"Hmm..." Zhao Jinyu babbled vaguely in his sleep.

Wan Qing was startled by Ye Chen's sudden toughness.

The two looked at each other, feeling as if the air in their lungs was being sucked away by each other.

Lying on Zhao Jinyu's bed and sleeping with her, neither of them dared to make too much noise.

Wan Qing could only suffer from this boring loss.

Of course she was not willing to let it go.

then……

She bites back.

"hiss--"

"Little brat, you're quite courageous. Grandpa Tai Sui is breaking ground, right?"

"Hmph!" Ye Chen covered his mouth, "You were the one who did it first!"

"Don't admit defeat, you?"

"I just don't agree with you."

"...can you have some ambition?"

"what."

"At least compare with others." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, "What's the point of comparing you with an uncle who acts like a dog."

Ye Chen is very sure that what the two of them said just now is definitely not such a big event in life.

But... something more specific.

But unexpectedly, Wan Qing changed the topic in a serious manner, making the bad thing just now extremely serious and serious.

It was like a fire that had just ignited and was instantly extinguished by a bucket of water.

Ye Chen suddenly felt a little dull.

Wan Qing secretly showed a smug smile and turned over: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, then we'll sleep back to back."

"No."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm facing you now."

"so what?"

"So you face her, you, you won't kiss her forcefully, will you?"

"... Grass, am I that kind of person?"

"It's not that you haven't done it before..." Ye Chen puffed up in a low voice.

"It's not the same as teasing you."

"Really, after all, in your heart, Jinyu is the real girl, don't you want to kiss?"

"Ouch, ouch, are you jealous?"

"Pooh."

"Didn't we break up?"

"You... don't talk about it!" Ye Chen blushed a little. To be honest, she was a little shy when she thought about the childish things she did before, "You, you...so, not... I mean uh..."

However, Wan Qing did not respond.

Ye Chen was startled, then became quiet, only hearing her slow and even breathing.

This guy really fell asleep when he fell asleep.

……

21. You can knock it too

Monday, August 1997, 3.

Wan Qing stepped on her own shadow, hummed a slightly out-of-key tune, and walked towards the classroom of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High.

"Then Jinyu, goodbye, see you after school!"

"Eh?" Zhao Jinyu blinked, but didn't react for a while.

"What are you doing?" Ye Chen was puzzled.

"What for?" Wan Qing had already seen the signboard of Class [-], touched her pocket, and wanted to take out the key to open the door and go in.

Then she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have already handed in the key to Class Five, and she...was no longer in Class Five.

In the morning, the golden sunlight shone on her face, and she could see the soft down on her cheeks, and those emerald green eyes rippled like a lake.

"Oh...!" For Ye Chen, it was only half a year in Class [-], but for Wan Qing, it was a year and a half of memories in Class [-]. In this school, she is more familiar with this classroom, and also I am more used to walking here after going upstairs...

So now there is actually no need to say goodbye to Zhao Jinyu, because the three of them are actually in the same class.

And she was sitting right in front of Wan Qing.

"Have you forgotten Qing'er?"

"I've only been in class for a few days, and I have a holiday on weekends, so it's normal to forget about it." Wan Qing coughed dryly, and put her hands back into her pockets as if nothing happened, "Let's go!"

One classroom is empty here, the other classes have moved away, leaving only one class here.

The desks and chairs in the classroom are neatly arranged, as if waiting for new students to enter the classroom.

However... no more.

The classroom of Class [-] of Senior Three is at the end of the corridor. Because it is far away from the road, it is so quiet that only the chirping of insects and birds can be heard. Especially in such an early morning, when walking here, I feel that my whole heart is quiet.

The door of the classroom was already opened, and it was Zhao Jinyu's short-haired deskmate who opened the door.

She is not the monitor of class one, but because she lives in the village next to the school, the distance is very short, and she comes early every day, so she is left to keep it.