Her earlobes gradually turned red, mist spread in her light-colored pupils, and vague water droplets were hung on the ends of her black eye feathers.

...

Lin Er closed his eyes and forced the fragments that kept popping up in his mind.

Xie Yan held her waist with one hand.

Lin Er subconsciously put his hand on his shoulder. This position was not easy to find the center of gravity. She knelt on the sofa with one leg and barely supported her one leg, and most of the weight fell on Xie Yan.

Xie Yan gently kissed the corner of her lips, but refused to let go.

Liner didn't hide.

She looked at him with her eyes open for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and put her palm on the position of his heart without warning.

The rose that was about to wither under her palm was covered with.

Lin Er then noticed Xie Yan's movements and paused slightly.

She raised her head and continued to kiss her.

During his messy breathing, Liner heard him ask quietly: "Will you leave me?"

Liner's movement stopped.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Xie Yan steadily.

Under the dim and soft light, there is a beautiful and pale face.

Between her eyebrows and eyes, she was clearly still as familiar as she was.

The hand that was pressed against his skin was retracted. She pressed down her eyelashes, suddenly lowered her head and kissed him in the heart.

Xie Yan's heart suddenly blew up.

She kissed the scars on his body and the memories buried deep in his heart.

In the silence of only tangled breathing, Xie Yan heard her say, "No, never."

Xie Yan felt the temperature coming from her body.

Warm, and soft.

On this rainy night when the summer is not here, it seems that something hanging over me will settle down in an instant.

...

Due to the final exam, the summer vacation of No. 9 Middle School this year was a few days late, probably until early July.

The days before the holidays always pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it is the end of the month.

Amid the students' sighs, the final exam still came as promised. No. 9 Middle School still adopted the college entrance examination model and took the exam for two consecutive days. The first day took Chinese and mathematics, and the second day took comprehensive and English.

Teachers' corrections speed are always as fast as the school pays wages.

The night after the exam, the test papers were corrected, and the teachers also copied the results overnight.

And, the score sheet was printed out.

Early in the morning, before the students arrived at the classroom, the diligent class teachers of various subjects had already put the printed transcripts on the podium, and there was another news that came with the transcripts.

The final symposium is about to be held.

This is also a traditional habit of No. 9 Middle School. After the final exam every year, a final symposium will be held in which all the liberal arts and science classes will participate.

However, the three grades of the first year of high school, the second year of high school and the third year of high school are separated. The specific process of each grade symposium is arranged by the directors of the grade departments of each grade.

As soon as he got the score sheet, Shi Sang, the squad leader, took the lead and collapsed on his seat, and began to leave his body: "Oh my God, Angel, look at this bad grade, why? Why is it? Why is my chemistry score always below the average?"

Shen Wang: "..."

After each exam, Shisang had to give two authentic London translation accents.

Shen Wang looked at Shi Sang impatiently and indifferently with an expression of mental retardation: "No, what's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!