When Zhao Zhao turned around, she saw the lively expression on Aiwen's face. Her eyes were full of love. She stood on tiptoe and patted his head, "Little boy."
Ivan found this unbelievable. He quickly reached out to pick at his ears and raised his voice a notch, saying, "You actually called me a kid?!"
Then, he compared his height with Zhao Zhao and carefully examined her from head to toe. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled with narrowed eyes, "Forget it, call me whatever you like~ My dear little baby~"
Hearing this, Zhao Zhao and He Qinglin couldn't help but tremble at the same time, and goose bumps appeared all over their bodies.
Ivan seems to be seriously ill...
When the four returned to the dormitory, they unexpectedly saw Song Zhixu, who was typing on the computer with a serious look on his face.
Aiwen raised his eyebrows and spoke first, asking in confusion, "Why are you still in our dormitory?"
"From now on, this is my dorm." Song Zhixu sat at the table with his computer in his arms, looking at the empty bed. His blanket and daily necessities were already on the bed.
Zhao Zhao smiled knowingly upon seeing this, suddenly realizing, "This is unbelievable! The president of the student union actually dared to abuse his authority and privately change dormitories."
A senior high school student actually moved into a sophomore dormitory. No matter how you think about it, it seems extremely unusual.
Song Zhixu paused, stopped typing, and looked at Zhao Zhao tenderly, "Because I want to live with you."
"Ahem." Ivan interrupted to spoil the fun, "Come on, stop being so corny, just stay here."
He Qinglin ignored them the entire time. He poured Zhao Zhao a glass of warm water, picked up his pills, and urged him, "Take it."
Zhao Zhao had just opened a game when he saw this. He vaguely took medicine from his hand. Then he realized that the dormitory was a little quiet. He looked up and saw that the other three were staring at him.
Without thinking too much, he lowered his head again and asked curiously while playing the game, "Why are you all staring at me? Don't you have anything to do?"
Ivan sat down next to him and said, "It's really nothing. What are you playing?" He asked about the game, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Zhao's fair and delicate face.
Zhao Zhao casually mentioned the name of a game and asked, "Do you play it?"
"Play."
"What about you guys?" Zhao Zhao asked the others without any hesitation.
"No, I have something to do." Song Zhixu refused softly and pointed at the computer.
"I'm going to take a shower." He Qinglin didn't play either, and went straight to the bathroom with his clothes.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhao remembered that he had indeed been sweating today. He lifted his collar and sniffed it. Before he could say anything, Aiwen came over and said, "It doesn't stink."
His cold face was pressed against Zhao Zhao's warm neck affectionately, and his breath made her feel a little itchy. Zhao Zhao slapped him on the head without hesitation, "Do you want to play games or not?"
"Play, play, play."
Life in the dormitory on the first day was simple and ordinary. Zhao Zhao played games until he forgot himself and was the last one to take a bath.
When he came out in his pajamas, he looked up and met the gazes of the other three people. He scratched his head, looking a little confused, "Why are you looking at me?"
Ivan's eyes darkened and he glanced at Zhao Zhao inadvertently. Hot steam was still coming out of his body and his skin turned slightly red from soaking in the hot water. Water droplets slid down his hair into his blue pajamas, and his clean and confused expression made him look particularly innocent.
He smiled, half joking and half serious, "Zhao Zhao is so beautiful~"
Zhao Zhao was wiping his head. Upon hearing this, he threw the towel over and cursed, "You are sick."
The towel just covered his face. Ivan took it off patiently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a coquettish smile, "Zhao Zhao smells so good~"
"He Qinglin, go and take care of him!" Zhao Zhao couldn't stand it any longer and immediately called on He Qinglin to teach him a lesson.
"Okay." He Qinglin took off his glasses, put down the book in his hand, and walked towards Aiwen without saying a word. He had long been unable to tolerate Aiwen's recent crazy state.
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