"Let's get things sorted out first; Qianxia is waiting."
"Just for a little while."
"no."
"Just for a little while."
Yang Qinglan chuckled softly, covering her lips with a book, her rain-soaked eyes looking at Li Changzhou, and said, "...in a more feminine voice."
Li Changzhou glanced into the courtyard and saw no one except for the apricot tree standing openly and the potted plant peeking out the window.
He leaned closer and whispered, "It'll be just a little while, okay?"
Yang Qinglan smiled, her body trembling, her warm, soft, delicate, and firm breasts pressing lightly and heavily against Li Changzhou's chest.
Li Changzhou was having difficulty breathing; he slightly opened his mouth, his hot breath blowing onto Yang Qinglan.
"Is it good?" he asked in a hoarse, soft voice.
Yang Qinglan pushed the book that was covering her lips onto his face.
Li Changzhou's vision was completely dark, but he heard her shy voice: ".....Put the book in first."
My breathing suddenly became heavy, and my heart was pounding like a drum.
Just as Li Changzhou put the book away in his honey pot world, Yang Qinglan took the initiative to hook her arms around his neck and kiss him.
Yang Qinglan's room had so many books that she didn't finish tidying them up until almost 8 p.m.
They didn't eat dinner at Honey Pot World. Although no matter how much ordinary food they ate, it wouldn't replenish their body's needs, they chose to eat out, whether out of nostalgia, craving, or convenience.
At the second canteen of Mingcheng University, there was a large serving of crucible, three bowls of rice, milk, and Sprite.
After ordering, while waiting for her meal, Li Qianxia looked around curiously at the university she hadn't been to in a long time.
There weren't many students on Saturday night; they were all out having fun.
"I wonder if I'll run into anyone I know." She was somewhat hopeful.
Suddenly, she turned her head to look at Li Changzhou sitting next to her.
"What are you looking at?" Li Changzhou asked, looking at her curiously.
Li Qianxia, with her thick eyebrows, suddenly pounced on him like a puppy, pressing her face against his chest and sniffing him intensely.
"What are you doing?!" Li Changzhou pressed down on his sister's head and pushed her away.
Li Qianxia stood up, walked to Yang Qinglan who was sitting opposite her, bent down, hugged her, and began sniffing her indiscriminately—her hair, face, neck, chest...
"You two," she said, still standing, hugging Yang Qinglan from behind, looking them up and down, "what have you done? Confess!"
"What could we have done if we didn't do anything?"
"Look at that silly grin on your face? You're so stupid." Li Qianxia said with obvious disdain.
Yang Qinglan grasped Li Qianxia's hand that was on her body, and looked with a smile at Li Changzhou, who was trying to argue, saying "Where are you grinning like an idiot?" while laughing.
"Hot pot number 11!" the cafeteria lady called out.
"Go get it!" Li Qianxia said fiercely to Li Changzhou.
"Number 11, whoever is single can go get it." Li Changzhou started showing off, that's all the ambition he has.
"Qinglan, look!"
"I'm not single," Yang Qinglan said to her sister, tilting her head back seriously.
“Neither do I,” Li Changzhou echoed with a smug smile.
Li Qianxia released Yang Qinglan's hands and, gritting her teeth, twisted her fingers into a pretzel shape at the two of them.
"Number 11, where is number 11!" The auntie was getting a little annoyed.
"Coming, coming!" Li Qianxia quickly ran over.
Li Changzhou smiled as he watched his sister run off, then turned around and saw Yang Qinglan, and smiled again.
"What are you laughing at!" Yang Qinglan laughed and scolded him lightly, then kicked him with her white sneakers under the table.
Li Changzhou glanced back at his younger sister who was carrying a plate and quickly took her seat, sitting opposite Yang Qinglan.
"You?!" Li Qianxia hesitated whether to kick her older brother from the second floor of the second canteen to the fourth floor of the third canteen.
Yang Qinglan turned her head away, her ears turned red, and then she got up and changed seats.
"See? Qinglan still likes me." Li Qianxia sat down in the seat that Li Changzhou had been in, still facing Yang Qinglan.
During this long-awaited university cafeteria dinner, Li Changzhou held his small rice bowl in the tiger's mouth of his left hand, which had previously held the crown of the gods, and looked pitifully at Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan felt embarrassed by his gaze, and her face turned red when she spoke to Li Qianxia.
"Eat!" She placed a floret of broccoli on Li Changzhou's plate.
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