put wildness in his heart

Chapter 204

It seems that this year's younger sisters are generally not very good at fighting, Wen Miao thought a little boringly, often when she said a word, the younger sisters died down.

She hasn't said anything yet.

Don't give people a chance to express themselves.

Shen Jiayu, on the other hand, heard the words "sister" on the left and "sister" on the right, and couldn't help but leaned over and pinched her face: "Why didn't I know I had an extra sister?"

"Is your sister still young?" Wen Miao was a little slurred because he was pinching her cheek, afraid that she would accidentally rub the iodophor on her arm against him again, so Wen Miao didn't dare to move, just moved He tilted his head back, "I'm just like the whack-a-mole guy. I worked so hard to plug this hole, but another hole came out."

Shen Jiayu pulled her little face lightly, and said with a low voice, laughing at her: "You are trying to commit a crime, so there is nothing wrong with it."

He was very close to her now, and Wen Miao could smell the cold smell of heavy snow on him again.

There was a momentary trance in my mind.

Shen Jiayu has already lowered his head, the aura that only belongs to heavy snow is gradually approaching, with a bit of damp mist, covering it like covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The cool and soft touch falls on the end of the eyes.

Wen Miao blinked, and before he got up, she suddenly raised her hand to hook his neck, moving towards her, Shen Jiayu followed her strength and lowered her head again.

Eye to eye, nose to nose, is the most intimate position.

The skin on his wrists pressed against his shoulders, and the iodine left obvious marks on his clothes, but no one cared. Wen Miao raised her head, touched it lightly, her breath suddenly dropped, and said vaguely : "It's not Yujia, it's Jiayu, Shen Jiayu's Shen Jiayu."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, touched the collarbone she just touched with her fingertips, and then continued the topic just now and stated: "I don't like others touching my things, even if Xiao thinks about it."

The ending of her articulation is a bit soft, and her voice is not so much a warning as a coquettish voice.

Wen Miao likes to declare sovereignty over her own things.

No exception to their own people.

The background picture of Shen Jiayu's circle of friends is her photo, and she also changed the part of the signature, a total of five characters, two lines above and below.

- private property.

--conscious.

Shen Jiayu also indulged her, and she hasn't moved since she finished changing like this, and even changed her profile picture to a silver gradient kitten that looks a bit like Wen Miao.

Anyone with eyes can tell that this is a declaration of sovereignty.

Although handsome guys are good, it should be a tacit consensus that everyone will not touch anyone who is famous.

However, there are always immoral people who want to poach the wall.

Wen Miao sighed.

Shen Jiayu pulled her up, let her sit on the sofa, looked down at the inside of her wrist, most of the iodine applied to her skin was wiped off, probably all of it was on him.

Shen Jiayu didn't pay much attention, just asked: "Why did you suddenly sigh?"

Wen Miao didn't say anything, just shook her head and continued to sigh.

Life is not easy, Maomao sighed.

Shen Jiayu put away the things on the coffee table, rubbed her head, and smiled because of her appearance: "Why are you sighing?"

"Ah." Wen Miao dragged the trailing sound vaguely, and then suddenly said irrelevantly, "I want to grow up quickly."

Her topic was too jumpy, Shen Jiayu failed to connect the two things of sighing and growing up quickly, so he slightly raised his eyebrows and asked her: "Why do you want to grow up quickly?"

When Wen Miao heard this, she suddenly scanned him twice from head to toe with ambiguous and meticulous eyes, then poked his side waist with her fingertips through the clothes, and said slowly: "Because I want to do something that adults can do."

These words sound very meaningful, coupled with her ambiguous movements, the meaning to be expressed is self-evident.

Shen Jiayu clasped her restless little hand, a little dumbfounded: "What kind of yellow waste is in your head, huh?"

"It must be you who pretended." Wen Miao replied solemnly, then raised her head, looked around, and suddenly asked him, "By the way, where is my schoolbag?"

"I've hung the porch for you." Shen Jiayu raised his chin towards the door.

The schoolbag was placed on the ground at the beginning, probably dropped by Wen Miao. In the evening, when Shen Jiayu came up to change clothes, he was almost tripped by this stumbling block, so he picked it up and hung it on the clothes hook in the entrance on.

Wen Miao glanced in the direction he indicated, and was too lazy to go there, so she took Shen Jiayu's wrist, shook it twice, and said, "Go and get it for me, I have something for you."

Shen Jiayu responded, and went to the entrance to bring the schoolbag.

After Wen Miao took it, she stretched out her hand and opened the zipper of the schoolbag, took out a small lavender box from inside, stuffed it directly into Shen Jiayu's hand, and said very grandly: "It's for you."

"what is this?"

Shen Jiayu measured the weight of the small box, it was not heavy, it didn't weigh much, and it felt light in his hand.

Just from the outer packaging, it is impossible to tell what is inside.

Combined with Wen Miao's habit of giving money directly when giving gifts, Shen Jiayu has reason to have a bank card or a check in his arms.

"New Year's gift." Wen Miao deliberately kept it a secret, and didn't say what was inside, "Take it apart and have a look."

Shen Jiayu very cooperatively gave her an expected response: "Okay."

It's just that after opening it, the expectant expression on his face froze slightly. He looked at the thing in the box carefully for half a minute, then took it out, picked it loosely on his fingertips, and asked Wen Miao suspiciously. : "Are you sure it's for me?"

This thing looks like a dress, but it has no sleeves, like a waistcoat.

Moreover, there is one more major problem:
The size of this dress is really hard to figure out. Shen Jiayu picked it up and looked at it, and he was sure that he should be able to wear it 18 years ago.

Wen Miao straightened up, put one hand on his shoulder, and the other hand reached for the little dress he was picking up on his fingertips, and stretched out, "Of course it's for you—"

There was a big turning point in the conversation, and the second half of the sentence was continued: "——of the cat."

Shen Jiayu: "?"

Who is it for?
Didn't you just say that this was a gift for him? Why did you become a cat in just a few words?
As if seeing the confusion in Shen Jiayu's eyes, Wen Miao explained rationally: "The cat belongs to you, and I gave it to the cat. If you round it up, isn't it equal to what I gave you?"

"..."

After living for 18 years, this is the first time Shen Jiayu has seen this rounding method.

The math teacher was so moved that he cried.

By analogy, a child can be taught, a legendary outstanding student.

(End of this chapter)