Yellow plums are sweeter than green plums

The next morning, Duan Qingtian, who unknowingly clings to Duan Qiuming's body again, feels comfortable and wakes up earlier than the other party.The first moment he opened his eyes, he subconsciously licked his lips, not because he was obsessed with Duan Qiuming's beauty, but because it was physically unbearable to not replenish water for a long time.He passed Duan Qiuming lightly and got out of bed, and ran to the cold water on the table.

Holding the cup in both hands, he gulped down a few sips, glanced at the bottom of the cup, but the feeling of thirst still could not be relieved, so he could only frown in distress, and poured himself another cup, obviously in his mouth There is still half a mouthful of Liang Baikai that I haven't swallowed, but it still doesn't help.Recalling the Luluo she saw yesterday, Duan Qingtian held the cup and climbed to the window with anticipation.

Duan Qingtian's most wanted dew hangs on the plants reflected in the morning light. It's a little cold to step on the tiles of the balcony with bare feet, but she still stretches her body on tiptoe.The hand holding the glass was about to go numb, only to see the crystal liquid drop down with a ticking sound.

When Duan Qiuming was blown by the wind through the window, his ears were a little cold, and he raised his head from the pillow in doubt, the dew that Duan Qingtian picked up could barely cover the bottom of the cup, it looked crystal clear, shining so that Duan Qingtian Sweet irresistible gloss.

Only when the leaves of the green radish were warmed by the faint light, and no more drops of nectar could flow, Duan Qingtian stretched out the half of her arm that had been blown through so coldly. She didn't notice that Duan Qiuming was taking a nap, and ran back to sit down in a hurry. On the edge of the bed, her cold feet curled up on the carpet as if afraid of the cold.Only then was he contentedly sipping the fruits of his hard work little by little.

"What, is it so delicious?"

Hearing that Duan Qiuming woke up, he didn't look flustered, but stretched the cup forward with some flamboyance, and handed it to the man who sat up: "Do you want to try it? There is nothing better than this Here's something, here, I'll give you some."

Suddenly, a sentence that I did not know on which official account of Poison Chicken Soup appeared in my mind,

【Our little fairies all grew up drinking dew. 】

My brain twitched, there was indeed a dew drinker in front of me, but it was not a little fairy, little fairy.

Duan Qiuming knew how much he treasured the dew, besides, he could just drink the water himself, and his tongue probably couldn't taste the difference between the two.Rejecting Duan Qingtian's kindness, he leaned forward, frowning and looking at the other's neck.

Compared to this, the scent of shower gel that was scattered everywhere yesterday is still very strong this morning...

When Duan Qiuming walked into the office as usual, this refreshing and long-lasting fragrance dominated the sense of smell of all the teachers around.Because it is hidden in his pocket, this indescribable smell seems to be overflowing from Duan Qiuming. If it is someone else, those female teachers may still think he is a girl, but if it is Duan Qiuming, even the smell is like a smell. Yes there are filters.

Today's teacher Duan, after using the perfume, seems to be more sexy than before, but it's a pity that he wears a little too much.

And Duan Qiuming's thinking is obviously not in the same dimension as them.

I was worried that putting him in the drawer would suffocate him, and the smell would be too strong on the table, and it would be even more dangerous to attract the teacher.

During the class, the students sitting in the big classroom stared straight at the plum that Teacher Duan put on the corner of the desk as soon as he entered the door, and the two leaves that focused on Duan Qingtian were trembling hopelessly .His youthful appearance is very reminiscent of the unique sour taste of unripe fruit, a male student in the first row stared at his throat and moved, Duan Qingmei nervously stared at his Adam's apple moving up and down, tense Then there were more slight swallowing sounds, which made Duan Qingtian want to roll off the table.

Silently looking at the man who was lecturing on the stage, his eyes were bright and radiant, and he seemed to be a little different from what Duan Qingtian had seen before. It was really not easy just to see such a man who was immersed in his work and exuded charm because of his meticulousness. up.

He didn't realize that his pet had been gnawed hundreds of times in the minds of his students. In fact, today, because he didn't have the leisurely mind to talk about the boy like yesterday, the spirit and efficiency of lectures All good.Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Duan Qiuming shifted his attention to Qingtian who had already suffered from heavy rape when he was sorting out the textbooks.

Lifting the corner of her mouth easily, her slender fingers touched it for a few seconds, and Duan Qingtian fell back into her pocket intact.

When there were few people in the office, Teacher Duan, who has always been reticent, took out the small watering can in her bag, and hydrated Duan Qingtian until the two leaves were full of water and regained their fresh luster.Thinking of Duan Qingtian receiving dew in the morning, Duan Qiuming began to consider whether to bring a few pots of foliage plants home to satisfy Duan Qingtian's desire to replenish dew at any time.

In the afternoon, there was plenty of sunshine. When Duan Qiuming led the students to train, he didn't throw it in the lounge, but put his jacket and Duan Qingtian on the nearby table tennis table.Watching him run from one side of the track to the other, the muscles in his arms and calves looking great in the sun, the way he frowns and blows the whistle, and standing there talking to the players.

There was a faint low-pitched laughter in the ear, mixed with Duan Qiuming's name, and when I looked around, I saw groups of girls watching between classes, and I could see a few girls standing behind the window watching when I looked up. From time to time, it seems to be discussing something.

Although she didn't know what they were talking about, Duan Qingtian realized that she seemed to be more sour than before.