Xing Huo sat up from the bed and put his hands on his waist, "Qiaoqiao, it's already been three times. Wasn't it more than three times last night?"
Qiao Zhishu kicked him on the arm, dropped the quilt and stood up.
While eating breakfast, Qiao Zhishu was a little absent-minded.
Although he was chewing in his mouth, his mind was thinking about other things.
Xing Huo knew that she liked sweet things, so he took a piece of freshly baked toast and spread the freshly brewed strawberry jam on it.
When he did these things, he was so meticulous that he didn't even notice the strawberry jam got on his fingers.
Qiao Zhishu had just finished drinking half a glass of milk when she saw the piece of toast being brought to her mouth, "Here, open your mouth."
Qiao Zhishu pursed her lips tightly. Looking at her look, she hesitated to speak.
"Have you... washed your hands?"
Xing Huo looked at his fingers and said, "I've washed them."
"You can eat it yourself." Qiao Zhishu felt a little sick and touched his belly, "I feel so full. I'm full."
Xing Huo glanced at her and saw that the roots of her ears were red again.
He didn't think much about it at first, but after being reminded by Qiao Zhishu, he recalled what happened last night.
Xing Huo couldn't help but laugh and shook his head, "Qiaoqiao, you are actually more imaginative than me. I can understand it. After all, some things are addictive."
"Can you please stop talking nonsense?"
Qiao Zhishu glared at him bitterly. Even if he really thought so, there were some things he could keep in his heart, so why did he have to say them out.
"Okay, I listen to you. If you don't say anything, my Qiaoqiao will be embarrassed."
Xing Huo bit into the toast and touched one of his fingers. The tip of his finger was dipped in strawberry jam. He naturally put it into his mouth and sucked it clean.
To put it simply, I don’t know if he did it on purpose, but in short, it was very similar to last night.
Qiao Zhishu hurriedly turned her face away and crossed her legs involuntarily. She couldn't sleep in class today for fear of having the same dream as yesterday again.
The cell phone on the table rang. Qiao Zhishu looked at the caller ID and saw that it was a call from a friend.
She put down her chopsticks and quickly brought them over to connect, "Hello."
"Qiaoqiao, are you up?"
"Well, it's getting late. I'm going to school soon."
My friend had a loud voice and a blustering temperament, which he couldn't hide at all.
"You still have to get up to go to class? You are such a bad person. If I had a boyfriend like that, I would sink every day. If I didn't come ten or eight times a night, I would still be sorry for your man's face.
"
Qiao Zhishu wanted to cover the phone with her hand, but it seemed useless. This was not a landline at home.
She looked at Xing Huo next to her. He probably...didn't hear it?
But the man was smiling at her, and he obviously not only heard her, but also didn't forget every word.
"Shut your mouth quickly and tell me what you have to say, otherwise I will die."
The friend suddenly realized over there, "Are you so anxious to hang up? Oh - I understand, is it on you?"
"What?"
"Let me guess, is this going to be a hearty battle? Is it hanging on your boyfriend?"
When Qiao Zhishu thought about his actions last night, he felt extremely guilty for some reason.
She kicked her legs, wanting to make a hole in the ground, "I'm dead!"
"No, I'm here to beg for food."
The friend immediately revealed the real purpose, "Your boyfriend owes us a meal. It's better to choose a different day, just tonight."
Qiao Zhishu couldn't make the decision for Xing Huo. He was a busy man and might have some entertainment in the evening.
"I have to ask him first..."
Unexpectedly, Qiao Zhishu's wrist was grabbed, and Xing Huo's face was pressed against the phone.
"Then tonight, Qiaoqiao's matter is the most important."