The skin that has been covered under clothes for many years is fairer than the skin that is always exposed. The color of the veins that curve and spread all over the body is particularly obvious...
Tight, as if there is no fat when you pull it off, only a layer of skin is left...
I don’t know if I have abdominal muscles….
What will it feel like...
Tao You thought of the soft ring of flesh on his stomach that could not be reduced no matter how hard it was.
In my mind, for some reason, there was a squeaky Xiao Kangyi whistling, repeating the phrase "This waist... looks quite strong."
That said - it doesn't seem entirely unreasonable.
Without realizing it, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, then swallowed her saliva.
Even she herself didn't know why she acted like this, like a pervert.
Suddenly, a familiar hand with distinct joints grabbed the hem of the clothes and pulled it down ruthlessly, covering the white strip, "Cough."
A slight cough awakened Tao You's consciousness, and his quickly shifting eyes showed a guilty conscience after being caught.
She shook her body slightly, pursed her lips, pulled her sleeves with her hands, smoothed them, and then pulled them up again. She looked very busy, but she didn't know what she was busy with.
"..."
"..."
The atmosphere was a bit strange, and the tacit silence between the two made the two people who were also sitting on the bench to rest and chat look sideways.
No one spoke first.
Song Yimian's hand was still on the hem of his clothes, and his fingers were bent to hold the clothes tightly, as if this would bring him more security.
"Hmm." Tao You pursed his lips and coughed. He couldn't help but glance at the hem of clothes being grabbed by his hand from the corner of his eye. Finally, he quickly glanced at Song Yimian with his red ears, "Well, You, if you, if you have anything else to do, you, you should go first."
My tongue felt like it was knotted as I finished this sentence.
"Okay, then, I, I'll go first." Song Yimian responded with a warm face, and stood up smoothly, "Sister Xie Yu, who just happened to let me pass, said... the chair is broken. , I’ll take a look.”
"Yeah, let's go." As Song Yimian stood up, Tao You quickly looked at him twice, lowered his eyes, covered his face and nodded.
She was too embarrassed to see Song Yimian again!
She tried to take a deep breath to calm her racing heartbeat, and clasped her trembling hands tightly in front of her. Those who didn't know thought she was so nervous because of the upcoming game.
"Beep————"
"The end of the third game, two to two!"
"Intermission."
Song Yimian walked around twice, as if he had lost his memory and couldn't find his way back.
He first strode a short distance to the right, then stopped abruptly, turned around, walked back, and stood still in front of Tao You.
"What, what's wrong, what else is going on?" Tao You looked at Song Yimian who was walking back in front of him, took a breath, and felt relieved again in his throat.
She spoke in a flurry, as if she could cover up what had just happened, "You didn't leave your phone, and your jacket..."
"Little hooligan." Song Yimian opened his mouth, his face suddenly turned red, and he was so coquettish that he dropped the three words lightly and walked away, almost tripping over after taking a few steps.
Tao You was left alone with his mouth wide open, blinking his eyes mechanically, and was in a mess on the spot.
It's over, everything is over!
Her image has been imprinted in Song Yimian's heart indefinitely with the word "little hooligan".
You shouldn't be quick and quick. .
This made it difficult for her to pretend to be a serious person in front of Song Yimian in the future.
Tao You closed his mouth, there was no exaggerated movement on his face, but he looked surprisingly calm.
As the tennis balls continued to fall to the ground, a silent explosion was going on in my mind. Every nerve was exploding. Finally, the biggest and most brilliant thing came in the center of my brain. .....a fatal blow.
The explosion made her head buzz and stars appeared in front of her eyes.
After sitting stiffly for a long time, he slowly came back to his senses and felt a little relief from his sore back.
Tao You raised his hand and wiped his face carelessly, leaning back desperately.
"Creak--" the bench made an unbearable roar in protest.
She jumped up instantly.
The two team members who were talking over there exclaimed in unison, subconsciously clinging to each other, holding on to the back of the bench, and looking at Tao You while chanting Chinese quintessence.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tao You apologized timidly and leaned back in his chair gently.
This time no sound was made.
She just sat there staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, but her mind had already gone over what had just happened no less than ten times.
In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore, and she said to herself, "No, I'm sick..." Why did she stare at this time? Tao's father taught her that girls should be reserved since she was a child. , reserved, she didn’t listen at all.
The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to go back in time. Back to seven minutes ago, she must remember to peek secretly. If it was fair, something would happen.
The more Tao You reviewed it, the more frustrated she felt, and the more she felt that she had not performed well. She scratched her head and messed up her hair, then untied it and combed it again angrily.
"What's going on with this guy?"
"Have you lost your mind when playing basketball?" The two players on the other end of the bench gestured in a low voice, looked at each other in understanding, got up and went to another chair.
"..." Tao You came out of his own little world. He calmly and figuratively brushed his hair, straightened his clothes, got up and walked away.
When she turned around, she looked embarrassed and wanted to slap herself in the head. Those two people might not know what kind of mental illness they had in mind for her.
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On the other side, Song Yimian was panting and easily found Xie Yu and the others. He didn't know that he would be so tired just a few steps away, and he was so bored that he took in less air than out.
"Xiao Song..." Xie Yu was afraid that Song Yimian wouldn't be able to see them, so he waved to him. From a distance, he could see something was wrong with him, "What's wrong?"
She took the mobile phone from Luo Xiaowei's hand, switched it to camera mode, zoomed in and zoomed in, then frowned and stepped on Luo Xiaowei's foot, "Hey, there is nothing wrong with Xiao Song's heart, right? It can't be hereditary. Something like that? Why are you so tired after walking a few steps?"
"..." Luo Xiaowei lowered his head and stared at the extra half of a black footprint on his newly bought white shoes for several seconds before silently taking out a wet piece of paper from Xie Yu's small shoulder bag. paper towel and wipe clean carefully.
He crossed his legs and shrank back under the chair, silently saying, "No. His lack of physical strength has nothing to do with genetics."
"Xiao Song..." When Song Yimian approached, Xie Yu greeted him with a smile, "The milk tea has been ordered. It will be here when Xiao You finishes playing the game. Who is she playing with?"
"..."
Song Yimian always lowered his head, his face showing an abnormal blush from the inside out.
He was immersed in his own world and turned a deaf ear to Xie Yu's words.
"Little..." Xie Yu just wanted to ask him if something happened, but when he saw that he wasn't even sitting down, he turned around and walked out again.
Followed like a demon.
Luo Xiaowei took Xie Yu's arm and asked her to sit down, "This kid deserves a beating. Don't pay attention to him. Just pay attention to me."
"Don't disgust me." Xie Yu pushed Luo Xiaowei's head away with disgust on his face, and quietly touched the surroundings to see if anyone noticed them.
I don't know where he learned it from, but one day he suddenly started to have seizures from time to time.
In the beginning, he had to make faces, and only went crazy when the two of them were alone. Seeing her doing this, she has evolved directly to what she is now - no matter what
No matter the location or situation, you can go crazy anytime you want.
Now that he is so shameless, he has dropped it to the ground countless times and rolled a lot of ashes on it. After going crazy, he can still pick it up without changing his expression, pat the ashes and continue to wear it on his face.
Xie Yu admitted that sometimes she really liked this, but definitely not when there were so many people around and it was so lively.
Luo Xiaowei can be shameless, but she still needs this face.
But every time she saw Luo Xiaowei's handsome face, she was so full that she couldn't speak.
What can I do with the person I've been looking for since I was a child? I'll just pamper him.
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Song Yimian returned the same way, his dark eyes were bright, and one hand was still holding on to the hem of his clothes tightly, as if there was something particularly precious hidden there.
The small piece of skin that Tao You's eyes had contacted was constantly being heated, warm and numb... I scratched it several times through my clothes, but it didn't make the feeling go away.
He felt that he urgently needed to breathe fresh air and find a place where he could calmly think, otherwise he would really pass away in the field due to his rapid heartbeat.
Pushing open the glass door, the cold air rushing in from the outside instantly suppressed some of the heat on his body, but it failed to dissipate the heat on his face.
"Roasted sweet potatoes, freshly baked sweet potatoes, big and sweet roasted sweet potatoes, one for five pieces, two for eight pieces; roasted sweet potatoes..." Not far away, people gathered next to a small electric tricycle. , the car was occupied by a cylindrical oven and raw sweet potatoes. The old man wearing a green military coat and a black felt hat was holding sweet potatoes, putting sweet potatoes, and collecting money. He could hardly rotate through the three actions, and the smile on his face never let go.
Song Yimian patted his face, took a deep breath of the sweet potato fragrance that filled the air, and walked quickly to the uncle, "I want two sweet potatoes."
The uncle leaned over and flipped it around in the oven, stood up and put a few more sweet potatoes in it. He said apologetically, "Young man, it will take a while for the sweet potatoes to be ready. Why don't you wait? Ten minutes."
Song Yimian looked at the time and stood aside, "No hurry, I'll wait nearby."
He can stand anywhere now, but he can't go in anyway.
It was approaching dinner time, and there were many take-out electric carts parked outside the restaurant. Many people were preparing to go home, and some talents came to join in the fun.
Most of the people gathered around the roasted sweet potatoes were students. A girl saw Song Yimian standing in the cold wind, her hair messy but still elegant. She tried her best to use her elbow to hit the arm of the little sister next to her, causing the little girl to Three times, the sisters shoved the freshly peeled sweet potatoes under their noses, leaving a handful of honey-yellow sweet potato flesh on their faces.
Song Yimian's eyes were looking into the distance without focus. Every time he thought of Tao You's fiery gaze, a strange shyness surged into his heart. The blush on his face never dissipated, and even tended to get higher.
Fortunately, he has been exercising recently and has no fat on his belly...
Just when his mind was wandering, a familiar figure appeared within sight.
