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Cong Shan was stunned, and he seemed to be able to feel the water vapor on Tang Shi's body when he got close.

The man looked at him through a burst of heat, and suddenly his throat tightened.

He took out the textbook in his hand to Tang Shi, "Tang Wei said he wants you to sign it."

"Oh." Tang Shi was unconscious, rubbing his hair while taking the book, "You put it here, I'll wait. Just sign it for him."

Cong Shan felt that he couldn't stay in this place for long, the whole room smelled of showering on her.

The man's eyes darkened, and Tang Shi shouted, "Have you two finished your homework?"

The voice was quite like the head teacher.

Cong Shan couldn't help but laugh, "I want me to help with the manual puzzle, it will be solved soon."

Well, this kind of thing can't trouble the game engineer.

Tang Shi said thank you. Cong Shan left the bathroom without answering. The sound of a hair dryer came from inside. Cong Shan fled back to his room like an escape for the first time and closed the door.

He noticed his breathing speeding up, especially the moment he walked into the bathroom and saw Tang poetry.

The heartbeat speeded up, and the whole body was numb like blood.

This is not a good sign.

Cong Shan turned over on the bed, then put his hands under his head and looked up at the ceiling blankly.

He was thinking, across the wall next to him, Tang Shi and Tang Wei slept next to him, what was it like when they got together?

Does Tang Shi also want to face Tang Wei and put down his guard to face him?

Cong Shan understood that Tang Shi would occasionally look at him with that kind of dependent gaze, but that gaze passed through him, but it was another man.

Another, a man with a similar face to him.

Cong Shan closed his eyes, but Tang Shi's eyes were always in his mind.

Why, she always looked at him with this kind of eyes, but he was not someone's stand-in at all!

Many times, Cong Shan would feel irritable, and Tang Shi trusted him, just because he had a face similar to her dead brother.

This is a ridiculous fact. Every time Cong Shan feels that Tang poetry's eyes are deep, he wakes up suddenly.

He seemed to have a dream. After waking up from the dream, Tang Shi ran against him and left.

He is not her brother after all, and she, just a passerby in her life, will only end up leaving in the end.

Cong Shan understood that this ending would come soon, but he didn't know why, he actually didn't want it to happen.

If one day, Tang Shi looked at him with such strange and indifferent eyes, what would he do at that time?

Cong Shan felt that his heart became more and more frustrated, so he simply put on the quilt and smothered him.

****** When I

woke up the next day, Cong Shan woke up directly at six o'clock in the morning.

His biological clock has never been so punctual. He used to sleep until the afternoon, but now he wakes up at six in the morning.

He stared at the ceiling blankly for a long time, suddenly as if he had realized something, he sighed and gasped.

When I closed my eyes, I recalled his absurd dream, the heroine turned out to be Tang poetry.

by!

The face of the indifferent and ruthless man showed a child-like panic. He covered his face with a quilt, but he couldn't control his brain. Those white thighs and breasts appeared frame by frame like a movie replay. He replayed the loop in his brain.

He, do, spring, dream, too.

The heroine of the dream is still a fucking Tang poetry.

Cong Shan slammed the sheets under him, but the punch was as soft as it hit cotton.

He turned over, and it was too early to go to work, and he felt that he couldn't sleep for the first time.

It must be the scene that saw Tang Shi in the bathroom before going to bed last night. Now it has become a nightmare and has been haunting him. Cong Shan took a few deep breaths before he suppressed his emotions.

too frightening.

In Cong Shan's twenty-seven years of cognition, he used terrible to call the influence brought by a woman.

The man simply got up and grabbed a handful of hair indiscriminately. The messy black hair looked very cold. He arched his back and stared at the sun outside the window for a long time.