To Burn On Touch

Remember for a second

When the waist picks up soap, the butt will face others, and then people will take advantage of it!

His expression and final words were quite intriguing, Yu Ran thought about it twice, and then asked Fang Zhao, How did you 'enter'?

Fang Zhao smiled mysteriously: This can only be understood and cannot be described in words.

Really? Yu Ran raised his hand and knocked Fang Zhao's soap box on the ground neatly, Let me teach you by words and deeds.

Fang Zhao: cao!

A piece of ru-white Shufujia floated on the slippery floor, and moved slowly to Fang Zhao's feet along the water flow.

Yu Ran laughed: Fuck you, hurry up and demonstrate.

You, do you think this will stum me? Fang Zhao was not to be outdone, he first looked around to make sure there was no suspicious person around him, then straightened his back, sank his anger into his dantian, and then bent his knees forward, Plop ' He knelt down on the ground, his face neither humble nor arrogant.

He laughed loudly: Haha! I didn't expect it, Yu Ran! How could I really bend over to show you!

However, when his fingertips were about to reach the soap in front of him, Yu Ran raised his leg and kicked it away. With the help of the accumulated water on the floor, the white soap bar rushed directly into the center of the crowd and stopped in front of the hustling second class monitor.

Yu Ran, you fucking— Fang Zhao paled in shock.

Yu Ran laughed until his shoulders were shaking, and he had to stand against the wall. He watched Fang Zhao get up and walk over as if he was dead. He split a fork in the crowd in order to pick up soap, and finally slipped back to him as if he was running away, swearing several swear words in a row.

Wait, Yu Ran, I'll call someone to tree you! Fang Zhao said angrily, Tree trash! Tree tractor! Tree light bulb!

After taking a bath, it doesn't mean that he is on fire. He hurriedly packed his toiletries, grabbed the towel, and walked away.

Before you know it, there are fewer and fewer people in the bathroom. Yu Ran was soaked all over, he didn't rush to use the shower gel, but first enjoyed the touch of warm water running across his skin, which was crisp and numb. He was in a daze while flushing, his thoughts flutteringly entangled with the air.

The pain on his cheek had long since disappeared, Yu Ran raised his hand unconsciously and pinched it at the spot where Chu Mian had just pinched.

Then he laughed lightly, feeling that Chu Mian was really a strange boy, different from all the classmates he had met before. When you pinch someone's face, it's ridiculously childish. But he is sometimes domineering, and he speaks the truth, telling others what to do and what not to do, like a majestic adult.

Yu Ran couldn't help recalling Chu Mian's usual actions, and when he regained his senses with a smirk, he was the only one left in the bathroom.

It was already dark, and the temperature dropped a lot on the autumn night. It was a bit cold for Yu Ran to walk outside wearing a black vest. It was better to return to the dormitory.

He looked up and saw Chu Mian sitting on the bed in pajamas and playing with his mobile phone, his hair was fluffy, and it looked like he had just taken a shower from the teacher's dormitory.

Hey. Yu Ran raised his arms and stretched out to Chu Mian, motioning him to twist himself.

Chu Mian frowned, let go of the phone, and held Yu Ran's forearm as if he was completing a daily task, while warning him: Be quiet, don't make a sound.

Yu Ran felt that the feeling of tightening his forearm was more comfortable than a massage. He asked many boys in the class to cooperate with him. Only Chu Mian's hand strength was just right every time, which made him feel satisfied.

After his arm was opened up, Yu Ran vigorously moved to the side to look through his luggage, and then climbed onto the bed with a pen and paper.

Chu Mian thought he was making up for his homework during the National Day holiday, but after a while, he took a closer look and found that Yu Ran was drawing on the bed, holding a 2b pencil in his hand, and lowered his head to trace the lines without any distractions.

Yu Ran's nose was red after taking a bath, and the hair on his forehead was all pulled up, looking very capable. Chu Mian usually sees more of his condescending virtue, but now that he has such a serious expression, he can't help but be surprised.

However, Chu Mian didn't make a sound to disturb him, and just quietly looked at Ran's concentration, watching him keep drawing and rubbing rubber to make corrections. Then, Yu Ran lowered his head and blew the paper, and the rubber shavings rolled towards Chu Mian's bed.

Chu Mian immediately called out Yu Ran in disgust, rushed over to pick up her pillow, and patted the sheets with her palms.

Yu Ran laughed wildly, threw the pen on the bed, and stretched hard.

Chu Mian glared at him and looked down at the paper, What are you drawing?

Yu Ran said, Just paint blindly.

Chu Mian recognized that the paper was a sketch of plaster geometry, and he had read a lot in Chu Heng's picture albums since he was a child. Although I am an artist

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