• 
• Song Congee buried his head in the quilt and smelled the vodka-flavored pheromones around him. He was secretly thankful that he had posted the restraining sticker given by Liu Yaowen, otherwise he would have been forcibly aphrodisiac here.
• The thunderstorm outside the window showed a slight sign of convergence, and Song porridge stuck its head out of the quilt. There was only a layer of frosted glass between the bathroom and the bedroom in Zhang Zhenyuan's dormitory, and she could vaguely see Zhang Zhenyuan's shower with the sound of water.
• Song porridge's little face turned red, and she hurriedly stuffed herself into the quilt again, wrapping herself up.
• She covered one side of her face with one hand and found that the temperature of her skin was slowly rising. She hurriedly took a few breaths to calm herself down.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Whoosh... porridge, Brother Zhang treats you so well, but you're still so rude.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Calm down... hurry up and calm down...
• At this moment, the sound of water suddenly stopped, and she immediately stopped thinking. Zhang Zhenyuan could see the Song porridge wrapped in a quilt into a cicada chrysalis from the other end of the frosted glass in the bathroom. Thinking that the little girl was afraid again, she hurriedly came out after washing.
• Song porridge quietly revealed an eye to observe whether Zhang Zhenyuan was looking at her, but was caught by Zhang Zhenyuan, who had excellent eyes, and he looked at the deer's eyes nervously closed.
• He had just come out of the bathroom with a hint of fog, with only a bath towel around his sturdy waist, his perfect inverted triangle figure at a glance, and water droplets dripped from his hair roots on the floor.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  Congee porridge likes to peek at my brother so much, do you like my brother?
• Song porridge was stunned for a moment, and then wrapped herself tighter with the quilt.
• Like?
• This question really made Song Porridge hesitate. She did have the same attitude towards the people around her, but now she suddenly felt that the way she treated He Junlin and others was similar, except for the captain and Liu Yaowen.
• If she likes He Junlin, it should be the same for others... especially Zhang Zhenyuan and Ma Jiaqi.
• But... she doesn't seem to have the right to like so many people.
• Zhang Zhenyuan went back and put on his pajamas, reached out and fished the Song porridge out of the bed, lifted the quilt, lay beside the Song porridge, and then covered her with the quilt again.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  Don't pull your mouth, are you sleeping or suffocating yourself?
• Song porridge curled her lips and obediently stopped moving.
• Zhang Zhenyuan, who had just finished taking a shower, picked up a book on the bedside table next to him and read it quietly. Maybe it was because of the sleepiness that Song Porridge stopped talking, and just lay beside him and watched Zhang Zhenyuan read a book.
• Zhang Zhenyuan usually doesn't talk much, but his eyes on Rui Feng are always soft waves, and when he reads a book, he seems to be admiring his lover.
• He doesn't look at people very well, but his eyes make it hard to look away, maybe that's the charm, and that's why you can see him at a glance in a crowd.
• Song porridge was just lying beside him, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in some warm power.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  I like this sentence very much.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Yeah?
• Song porridge opened her eyes, which were already sleepy, but found that she couldn't see the content of Zhang Zhenyuan's book at all from this angle.
• 
• She turned to Zhang Zhenyuan, but accidentally pulled the loose neckline again.
• Zhang Zhenyuan looked at the petite girl lying beside him, gently scratched her chin with his hand, smiled, and helped her tidy up her collar.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  Wait for me to read it to you.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  The night was damp, the ground was damp, the air was still, and the woods were silent...
• He stopped.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Is it gone?
• Zhang Zhenyuan nodded, as if he still had no idea.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  Gone.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  It's beautiful.
• 

  songzhouzhou

  Good night Brother Zhang.
• As if she didn't have the strength to say more, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Soon Zhang Zhenyuan heard the girl's steady breathing.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  I'm so sleepy, do you want to listen to me?
• He said softly.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  Good night porridge.
• 

  zhangzhenyuan

  Fortunately, you haven't read "Seeing You Carry Plants In", otherwise... you should be afraid of me.
• He closed the book, put it back on the bedside table, turned off the light, and rested his head on the pillow.
• The thunderstorm stopped, but the girl's breathing seemed to be more inspiring than a thunderstorm.
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