Jiang Yun's eyes moved slightly, as if there was some kind of strong emotion passing through his eyes, and he blinked lightly,

said in a low voice, "Qiaoqiao, what are you doing...... Flirting with me? ”

Qiao Weitang was suddenly embarrassed, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, "What misunderstanding do you have about comfort and flirtation?" ”

The wrist was grabbed by the young man, and the tender white hand clasped the slender wrist, Qiao Weitang couldn't break free for a while, she frowned.

This little milk dog is skinny, where does he have so much strength.

"Let go, what are you doing with me?" Qiao Weitang said with a little dissatisfaction, "Do you have to charge for touching your head?" ”

You're expensive.

He tilted his head, stared at her with delicate eyes for a few seconds, and said thoughtfully, "Oh, that's comfort." ”

Why do you seem so disappointed?

"Then ......," his strained hand gradually loosened, letting go of her, and whispered, "Do you think I'm sad and need comfort?" ”

Qiao Weitang was a little unsure of what his tone meant.

Thinking about it, this is probably a matter of a boy's dignity.

She went up to comfort him for no reason, and it seemed that he was a little faceless.

Grass, are boys' minds so complicated now?

It's more complicated than a girl's twisting mind.

"I," Qiao Weitang said thoughtfully,

"As a commander and a good teammate in China, I am afraid that the delicate and glassy captain's mentality will collapse, so I will give full play to the traditional cultural virtues of Zhongyang and comfort ......."

"You're so long-winded." Before he could finish speaking, he interrupted, and he said with some disgust, "I don't need comfort just now." ”

really has such a glass-hearted psychological quality, what qualifications do you have to play professionally.

But......

Jiang Tong raised his eyes again, bent the corners of his lips, and the dimples on his cheeks shook so that Qiao Weitang was a little dizzy.

His slender lips furrowed, "I really need comfort, that's it." ”

Qiao Weitang hadn't figured out what he was talking about dog things she didn't understand.

The delicate young man in front of him suddenly rubbed over, and his slender arms passed through his waist, wrapped around her waist and carried him into his arms.

Qiao Weitang was forced forward and fell into his arms, her delicate white collarbone skimming in front of her, and then her cheek pressed against it.

“？？？”

Then the light blonde hair brushed against her cheeks, soft as a feather and tickling to the touch.

He buried himself in her neck and rubbed it, cautiously and childishly.

He lowered his voice, "Sister, I'm not happy......"

“……”

Like a child who has been greatly wronged, eager to seek refuge, with a dependent clinging to her neck, the whispering breath spilled all over her neck, and the crispy numbness spread.

Qiao Weitang froze, stiff and didn't dare to move, she said softly, "Jiang Tong, you ......"

Knowing that he did it on purpose or pretending, she couldn't say anything about him.

In the end, Qiao Weitang felt that her waist was sore, and the young man finally let go of her.

Don't talk about grievances on your face, except for the smug face on your face, the injured little milk dog is gone.

"Sister." He blinked his clear eyes and smiled softly, "Remember, next time this is to be comforting." ”

Qiao Weitang: "......"

The corners of Qiao Weitang's lips twitched, "Get out of my way." ”

After saying that, he blushed and ran quickly.

Jiang Tong looked at her slender and slender back, her long hair hanging down on her shoulders and swaying slightly.

He was half-leaning against the wall, "I was a little unhappy just now." ”

Get up, the corners of your lips hooked,

"Now, it's gone."