The boiler room in the courtyard records all the memories of Chu Jin from the age of seven to nineteen.
The chest of drawers at the door was always filled with snacks and toys by friends, and later became the base of Ding Yi, Wang Jun Yangzang Xiaopian, and Xiao Huangman.
The yellowed wall, the old wood-colored furniture, the creaky single beds, and the blue and white sheets that have remained unchanged forever.
Chu Jin's consciousness gradually became clear, and the girl in his arms was a little trembling.
In the dimly lit room, only an old-fashioned head shaking fan made a "crack" sound.
"Sorry..." Chu Jin gasped and said in Song Qiaoxi's ear, stroking her long curly hair scattered between the pillows with pity.
Song Qiaoxi's eyes widened, her eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room.
Chu Jin's eyebrows were drooping, and his thin, pale lips turned bright red because of the kiss, as if bloodshot.
Having not yet adapted to the unfamiliar feeling of lust, Song Qiaoxi tried her best to hold her breath, raised her hand in confusion, and tapped Chu Jin's discolored lips with her index finger.
Moist, warm touch.
At this moment, she woke up completely, my God...
The brain went through a series of brainstorms in an instant. Could it be that the wonderful feeling that Ding Miao said was difficult to hold on to himself?
etc......
No, Chu Jin seemed to apologize to himself just now?
"Hey..." Song Qiaoxi hooked Chu Jin's neck with both hands, touched her forehead and his forehead, and asked solemnly, "You just apologized to me, why?"
Chu Jin was amused by her eight hundred serious questions. The little girl is sometimes dull and cute.
"Apologize..." Chu Jin paused, curling the corners of his lips, smiling more like an evildoer, "I shouldn't drink, and I won't touch alcohol in the future."
Drinking is really a mistake...
"If you want to drink, you can drink a little bit, but you can't drink too much, I'm your leader, and I will take care of you." Song Qiaoxi raised her head and pecked Chu Jinyan's red lips, feeling not very enjoyable, and then gently Bitten and licked with his little tongue.
She likes the warm and soft touch of his lips, and she also likes him to smile like a fairy, like it to death.
"Hiss..." Chu Jin took a breath, and his arm supporting the bed shook slightly. When the little girl suddenly took the initiative, he became hot all over.
Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door outside, breaking the charming atmosphere in the room.
"Xixi, are you here in Chu Jin?" Ding Yi's voice was outside the door.
"..." Chu Jin frowned, his eyes gleaming in pitch black, he blinked two times in disappointment, and he sighed with relief.
"Xi Xi? Chu Jin? What are you two doing?" Ding Yi continued to knock on the door, "Du Du Du Du" kept knocking, "My sister is home, I'm going to your house, you can only be in Chu Jin. Here it is! Open the door, I forgot to get your Olympic ticket yesterday, and I promised Liang Shanshan to bring it to her this afternoon."
If only with Chu Jin, Song Qiaoxi would not feel ashamed no matter how close they were.
But the door of the boiler room is very thin, and the soundproofing is very poor. The movement in the house can definitely be heard from outside.
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Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓
RomanceNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE: 九零大院糯团子 AUTHOR: 柚子水豚 Song Qiaoxi, an orphan, transmigrated in a book. She became a little child in the 90s, and was spoiled by the whole family. However, this child was filled with black thoughts, white on the outside and bl...
