After a few hours, Xia Xin couldn't line up.

This is normal, and he has long been used to it.

At the evening dining table, Xia Xin, Xia Ye, Leng Xuetong and Yisha sat in turn.

During the meal, there were only a few occasional communications. Xia Xin rarely spoke, and Leng Xuetong also spoke less.

Only Xia Ye and Yisha were the sound of bickering.

If it was normal, Xia Xin should have been trying hard to enlighten the atmosphere. Although no one answered, he still tried to open up the chat topic. Otherwise, wouldn’t the yi table be too boring?

Xia Ye was not interested in the other two. Yisha would make some jokes, but every time she said a few words, she would be stared at by Xia Ye. Leng Xuetong rarely responded, but she was not without it.

Today is obviously much deserted compared to usual.

After dinner, Xia Xin was responsible for cleaning the table, Leng Xuetong was responsible for washing dishes, and Yisha was responsible for lying on the sand to watch Korean dramas.

Seeing that Xia Xin had finished packing and was about to go back to the room, Yisha quickly waved and signaled him to come over.

Yisha's lazy body was lying softly on Changsha in the middle. Her black silk nightgown wrapped her sexy body, her slender waist was as thin as willows, and under her slender and white legs, her white and tender feet were shaking.

"What are you doing?" Xia Xin walked over in confusion.

Yisha was still lying on her face, yi pillowed her hands on half of her cheek, pointed to her little feet, and laughed and said, "Cut my toenails."

Xia Xinyi replied expressionlessly, "Can your hands come in handy in other places besides eating?"

Yisha replied without blushing, "You can still eat snacks and wear clothes by yourself."

"Awesome, amazing, I'm almost catching up with the elementary school students."

"Thank you, my mental age is always so young."

That being said, Xia Xinyi looked disgusted, so she asked Yisha to lean into Sha, sat down at Yisha's feet, and took the nail clippers.

Yisha's little feet are pink and delicate, white and red, and their round and tender little fingers are particularly cute.

But, it's also very naughty.

"Don't sway around, I don't care if I cut the meat."

"Ha, don't scratch my soles, I'm tickling."

"I didn't scratch."

"You touch me with your hands and itchs itchs and you want to laugh."

“There are so many requirements.”

Xia Xin replied angrily and changed his place to catch him.

At this time, the recently popular Korean drama, "Descendants of the Sun", is being broadcast on TV.

Yisha looked at the male lead, Xia Xin, and then looked at the male lead, and then despised Xia Xin, "Look at her, she is so respectful and considerate about her girlfriend, handsome, handsome, gentle and considerate, look at you, letting you cut your toenails and be reluctant to have your face."

Xia Xinyi replied helplessly, "Yes, Lord Lao Fu, I was wrong. I will try my best to show my happy expression in the future, and I am happy as if I was hit by 50,000 yuan. I will cut your nails for you."

"Hmph, look at your tone, this is the gap, otherwise why can someone be descended from the sun, but you can only be an ordinary person?"

"I am also the descendant of the dragon and the descendants of Yanhuang. Am I as arrogant as him?"

Yisha laughed out loud, shook Xia Xin's eyes, "Don't be poor with me."

He paused and asked again, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Xia Xin was puzzled.

"Yin Fenghua looked for you later?"

"No, I haven't seen him again."

"Yes, he has been very busy recently. What's that? You are worried about like a 60-year-old elderly person, and your eyebrows are about to frown."

"It's okay, what can I do."

"It's related to Xiaotong."

Xia Xin's heart was beating and denied, "Where is it."

Yisha glanced at Leng Xuetong, who was still busy in the kitchen, covered her small mouth with slender fingers, and made a strange laugh, "Haha, isn't it? You both have a look in the same way as you eat, and don't look at each other's eyes. Why, you're having a quarrel again? It's so rare."

"There is no trouble, just"

Xia Xin hesitated before answering, "But I don't really understand what she thinks."

Yisha narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked, "Why do you need to understand her thoughts, or, in other words, who can you understand?"

Xia Xin was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Indeed, it seems that no one understands."

Yisha pointed to Leng Xuetong in the kitchen, lowered her voice, and whispered, "If you don't understand, ask, are you a pig? Is your mouth long enough to be used for food only?"

"You don't have the right to talk to me."

Indeed, it was simple to say, and if you don’t understand, Leng Xuetong is not a good person to talk about panic, but

"Does she hate me?" Xia Xin asked uncertainly.

"Yes?" Yisha blinked, dragged the tone on the word "Yes", paused, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her elegant lips, "She hates you all the time, do you know?"

"Ah? Is that true?" Xia Xin was very surprised.

"That's right, I just took care of your self-esteem and didn't tell you."

"That's really thank you."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you feel that you're just hated like this, and of course I don't care, but if you want to improve your relationship, your mouth should come in handy."

""

Xia Xinyi couldn't line up all night.

After checking the results, the opponent was unable to line up.

I don't know how the system is allocated.

Recently, the number of games has become increasingly difficult to play. The game is full of turnovers. The duration has ranged from forty minutes, and the road has been extended to more than 50 minutes, as if it was deliberately not allowing itself to win. Maybe there are potential rules in it.

Of course, the opponent didn't seem to be relaxed. Xia Xin checked the record and most of them were in a comeback.

Lying on the bed in a quiet night.

Xia Xin showed himself, not the game, but Leng Xuetong.

Don’t get me wrong. He is not lovesick, he just feels that Leng Xuetong’s incident makes him toss and turns and unable to sleep.

I also care more.

Care about the degree, and even passed the bet of dropping out of school?

Why did she say that at that time? Did she just want to show her fairness and justice, cold-blooded and ruthless face?

Nothing to say at night

The red sun in the morning shines through the floor-to-ceiling curtains, sprinkling mottled light and shadows in the living room.

On the sand, Leng Xue Tong's cold figure was as cold as usual, with a beautiful half of the side face reflected the fiery red sun, and a beautiful and charming brilliance in the cold and crystal eyes as snow.

A familiar scene.

Familiar voice.

The TV was still playing news from an unknown TV station that was so irrelevant that almost no one cared about.

Xia Xinyi didn’t know what was the driving force behind the broadcast of this news station. Is it the audience’s complaint letter?

The two seemed to be having a quarrel. Leng Xuetong didn't look at Xia Xin, and Xia Xin immediately looked away.

Xia Xin soaked two cups of hot milk in the kitchen and brought it to Leng Xuetong.

Leng Xuetong opened her red lips lightly and said the words "Thank you".

It was as if they had made an agreement, and the two of them had a very tacit understanding and stopped talking.

Xia Xin felt that her pink and small lips were more affectionate than usual.

In the living room, there is only the standard Mandarin voice of the female anchor in the TV, and the heat of the rising milk.

Until Leng Xuetong felt the milk cool down, she put her pink and red lips over the edge of the cup and took a sip. She couldn't help but frown, revealing her bitter expression on her face, "So salty."

Xia Xin was stunned for a moment and tasted it himself, it was indeed very salty.

Then, he replied expressionlessly, "I put salt."

Leng Xuetong responded faintly, "Oh."

I didn't ask why, and I continued to stop talking.

The two of them sat quietly like this, drinking milk with salt.

Because Leng Xuetong has a sweet taste, Xia Xin usually adds some original honey to her, and adds more sugar. Now the sugar has been replaced with salt, and the taste can be imagined.

That's called a sour and refreshing person.

Xia Xin opened his mouth, but couldn't ask about the student union meeting.
To be continued...