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He heard, the smile on his face immediately closed, deep blue eyes as if can not see light, "this is not your business, don't ask so much."

She couldn't say what it was like in her heart. She just felt inexplicably uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you about personal matters. I'll go back to my room first."

She put the medicine on the tea table and turned to leave when he suddenly said, "wait a minute."

She turned to him and asked, "what's the matter?"

He said, "you sit down first."

"Why?"

"I told you to sit down and sit down. How come there are so many and why?" He seemed to be a little impatient and waved, "you girls are trouble."

"I think you guys are in trouble."

She took a deep breath. Although she said so, she sat down on the sofa again.

He found the band aid on the coffee table, tore it open, and raised his hand to approach her.

She was startled and asked, "what are you doing?"

He glanced at her. "You hurt your neck, didn't you see it?"

She was a little speechless, "but it's just a little broken skin. If you don't look at it carefully, you can't see it. You don't need a band aid."

"Can't, the girl's skin is delicate, even if just hurt a little bit, do not protect good also easy to leave scar, know?"

It's too close. He's too close to her.

Her whole respiratory system is the breath from him, which makes her feel uncomfortable all over the body. Her hands and feet don't know where to put them. "No, really not!"

She subconsciously wanted to reach out to push him away, but he quickly clasped her wrist, "don't move!"

Maybe his voice was loud enough to frighten her. She was really useless.

Then, her black pupil reflected his deep eyes, three-dimensional facial features, closer and closer.

His breath sprayed on her face, so that she from the face to the root of her ears, are red through.

The fragrance of the shower gel, mixed with the smell of male hormones, lingered in her breath. She was sweating nervously, wet the broken hair on her forehead, and swallowed saliva involuntarily in her throat.

"I'm going to give you a band aid. What saliva do you swallow?"

“……”

His words made her face redder and her heart beat faster than ever. She bit her lip and said, "you Don't be so close to me... "

She felt that she was going to be very nervous because of his approach.

What's more, she wanted to swallow her saliva, not because she had any improper thoughts on him. She didn't know why. Anyway, this feeling was embarrassing.

"It's not so close. It's still eight feet away."

The voice just fell, she felt a cold neck, is the band aid has been attached to the feeling.

He smoothed the bandage with his fingers, then raised his head and said, "OK..."

The next second, can't help but stupefied, "your face is also too red some, can drip blood to come?"

That's not because he's too close to her, and besides, he's not wearing any clothes on his upper body. She's not red. OK?

But can she say that? No!

Otherwise, he either laughs to death, or teases her, which is not what she wants.

"Where is it?"

She did not dare to look at him, and she denied it.

"No? Shall I bring you a mirror? "

He did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose, "I'm too lazy to tell you, you go away, I'm going to go back to my room and go to bed."

"You're shy, aren't you?"

However, he did not intend to let her go. His voice contained a low smile, "student sister, how many times have you blushed today? Tell me, have you never had such close contact with a man?"

Her neck is red to the core

"Never with a boy?"

“……”

He laughed, laughing very happily, "I really guessed it!"

This kind of thing is put on the table, she wants to die heart.

But his voice, still continued, "is your first kiss still there?"

"Go away, go away." She flustered to push and hustle him, and there was no place in her body that was not burning, "I want to go back to my room and sleep!"

He easily got the answer from her flustered look and movement, "I'll go. Do you want to be so pure?"

She couldn't get rid of it. She could only tilt her head and look at him angrily, "I'm only 16 years old. What's wrong with the first kiss? Isn't it normal?"

"Normal?" He also looked at her, blue eyes with a star like smile, odd little bit, appears to be very playful, "other girls are 16 years old, had already opened a room with people, the belly is much bigger to go, you are pure, even the first kiss still."

The tone of ridicule, dyed with small pieces of fun, let her a sudden really angry, uncontrollable burst of rude, "you roll away, my first kiss is not in, do your shit ah.""The sofa is my place. Where do you want me to go?"

"Well, I'll get out of here, you let go!"

He did not loose, she kicked him on the body, while he was painful to release his hand, with the fastest speed to run back to the room.

"Well, you're a little bit angry, aren't you?"

Behind him came his voice, she did not pay attention to it, "bang" a sound fell on the door, jumped to the bed, holding a pillow depressed.

She has never felt that her temper has been so bad, and she has never felt that her mood can rise and fall so big, but he can always easily drive her mood.

It's so easy to be nervous, happy, even angry and angry.

She really lost to him, her first kiss is still wrong? Is it wrong that she wants to leave her first kiss to someone she likes? Ah ah?

What a beautiful and pure thing. How could he say it from his mouth and change its taste? He even laughed at her and laughed at her?

A feeling that her first kiss is still there, is no one to look up to?

Go to your sister's, the people who chase her are all in line, she has always looked down on.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong!"

The knock on the door accompanied by a man's pleasant voice sounded in her ear, "Hello, student sister."

She asked, "why?"

He leaned half against the door and said with a smile, "don't be angry. I just feel rare. I don't mean to beat you."

Deceiving, he is to hit her, she hugs the pillow to sulk, does not speak.

His voice continued, "otherwise, let's make an appointment..."

She took the ashtray from the bedside table.

"If you don't really want your first kiss..."

She had raised the ashtray and aimed it at the door.

"When you're eighteen, when you're an adult, I'll take it, OK?"

She listened to the action in her hands, and her heart was like a flower in a flash. The joy was indescribable. Her eyes narrowed into crescent and her lips could not help but curl up

"Just save people to the end. Anyway, you are so pathetic. I don't dislike you..."

"Go away!"

The ashtray slammed on the door.

He heard the footsteps of his fleeing, mixed with his own voice, "it's settled, ah, to keep the promise, you know?"

She didn't know whether to be happy or happy or angry or depressed. She just sat with her pillow in her arms for half a sound before she got into the quilt and buried her head deep in the bed.

Until to suffocate just leaning over the head, big mouth breathing.

That night, her mind was full of strange ideas, and those ideas, without exception, were all because of him, and she knew that she was interested.

When he knocked down the hooligans and looked at her in the moonlight, she was interested.

That kind of feeling, is she has never had, but she knows better.

Because this is the feeling that she has been missing for years.

And he's the one she's been waiting for, her hero.

Finally, she did not know how long she had gone to sleep.

In the dream, he fell on her and pulled her clothes.

Her consciousness is like boiling in a pot, while the chaotic sink, while awake struggle, she held his hand, said again and again, no, she is not adult, can't.

But he ignored her struggle, pulled off her bathrobe, and chuckled, "Oh, there's another layer."

No, it's not a dream. The sound and the feeling are too real.

She opened her eyes in the dark.

In the moonlight, he looked at her eyes, blue like the deepest sea bottom, not a ray of light.

She said, "you won't cry out of my hands when I'm in a panic."

He stares at her and stares at her fiercely. His eyes are so complicated that it is difficult to distinguish his real emotions, such as scorn, disdain, hatred, but no feelings.

She didn't know how long he had been looking at her. She only knew that he was staring at her in such a quiet way that she felt very angry.

She just wanted to speak, but saw his lips pulled out the cold radian, smile, voice Yin measure to the bone, "you all sent to the door, do not want me to want it?"

"No!"

"Yes, I'm going to fix you."

Say, big hand a pull.

She pulled off her bath towel with a hand.