Liu Yaowen looked at Song Yaxuan's novel "School Bully's Pure School Grass".
Liu Yaowen hoped that it was a coincidence that the school grass had the same name as him.
He was actually the one below, and the school tyrant Song Yaxuan used his own name. Liu Yaowen couldn't accept this, but he couldn't help but look down.
Song Yaxuan approached Liu Yaowen step by step, until he approached the corner, his face slowly approached Liu Yaowen, pressed together, pushed Liu Yaowen onto the bed, Song Yaxuan pressed Liu Yaowen under him, propped up the bed with both hands, and slowly interlocked his fingers.]
[Liu Yaoxuan's cheeks flushed, and he didn't dare to look directly at Song Yaxuan's eyes. Song Yaxuan suddenly approached Liu Yaoxuan's ears, and his ears gradually warmed up. When Song Yaxuan spoke, a warm breath hit Liu Yaoxuan's face.]
Liu Yaowen, who was behind, didn't want to watch it anymore.
I have to say that Song Yaxuan's writing is good, but this character setting is definitely not good.
It is absolutely impossible for him Liu Yaowen to be the one below, absolutely not.
Liu Yaowen couldn't calm down for a long time. He spread the book on the bed. He knew why Song Yaxuan didn't want him to enter the room.
Liu Yaowen leaned on the bed with his hands crossed, waiting for Song Yaxuan to come out of the bathroom. When Song Yaxuan came out, he was wearing a bathrobe, and his white and tender skin loomed.
Song Yaxuan took a shower, wiped his hair a few times, and caught a glimpse of Liu Yaowen's face turning black.
songyaxuan"What's the matter, Brother Wen?"
Song Yaxuan sat beside Liu Yaowen. Liu Yaowen retracted his gaze and pointed to the book beside him.
Song Yaxuan looked in the direction he pointed, his pupils dilated in an instant, and he closed the book.
He cursed secretly in his heart, pursed his lips, and slowly approached Liu Yaowen.
songyaxuan"I wrote this nonsense... that... I..."
Song Yaxuan didn't know how to explain, and the more he explained, the more chaotic he became.
liuyaowen"Fingers interlocked? Gradually heating up?"
liuyaowen"Song Yaxuan, you are quite good."
Liu Yaowen pulled Song Yaxuan over and let him sit on his lap.
songyaxuan"How dare you?"
liuyaowen"You are also at this level in writing essays, maybe you will pass in Chinese."
Song Yaxuan smiled awkwardly.
This kind of article actually danced in front of the main master, and Song Yaxuan really wanted to cry without tears.
liuyaowen"Song Yaxuan'er, you can't set the character in this article, you should do it the other way around"
liuyaowen"Also, the details are not obvious enough"
Liu Yaowen paused and suddenly approached Song Yaxuan, who subconsciously leaned back.
liuyaowen"Why don't you practice it yourself?"
Liu Yaowen lowered his voice and whispered in Song Yaxuan's ear.
Song Yaxuan immediately bounced up, his face was already red, and he stuttered and couldn't speak. Liu Yaowen smiled.
liuyaowen"I'm teasing you, in the future, if you write like this, your hair will still be wet, Brother Wen will blow it for you."
liuyaowen"I don't care about you if you have a cold."
Song Yaxuan just obediently handed the hair dryer to Liu Yaowen, and took it back the next second.
Liu Yaowen's hand stopped in mid-air and raised his head to meet Song Yaxuan's line of sight.
songyaxuan"You can't bear it."
liuyaowen"Yes, yes, yes, Xuanxuan is Brother Wen's baby, so I can't bear to let you get sick."
Liu Yaowen snatched the hair dryer from Song Yaxuan's hand and patted the bed next to him. Song Yaxuan lifted his chin proudly and sat down.
songyaxuan"That's right."
Liu Yaowen looked at Song Yaxuan's arrogant little expression and liked it more and more.
After plugging in the electricity, the sound of the hair dryer filled the whole room. Song Yaxuan watched Liu Yaowen's mouth move, but because the hair dryer was too loud, he couldn't hear it clearly.
The warm wind blew on Song Yaxuan's hair, and Liu Yaowen fiddled with Song Yaxuan's hair with his big hand, making Song Yaxuan feel sleepy comfortably.
It fell on Liu Yaowen several times, but was pulled away by Liu Yaowen again. Song Yaxuan curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and Liu Yaowen also laughed.
The sound of the hair dryer suddenly stopped. Liu Yaowen put the hair dryer away and looked at Song Yaxuan, who was already drowsy, and smiled helplessly.
Lightly carried him to bed, covered the quilt, turned off the light, and left the room silently.
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