The host always wants to flirt with the villain after being bad

After Luoshu stabilized his mood, he sat down at the desk, took out his homework and started doing the questions...

Jiang Ting heard that it was after dinner that he climbed along the windowsill to Luoshu's room.

"Good evening~ my little bamboo horse~"

Hearing this, Jiang jumped out of the window with his homework book in his hand.

Hearing the words "my little bamboo horse", the young man's eyes fell firmly on the girl's face, as if glued and unable to move away, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke slowly, softly:

"Good evening, my..." After a moment of dullness, the roots of her ears turned red, and she said, "Xiaoqingmei."

Jiang Tingting sat down next to the boy.

The light citrus fragrance on the boy's body is really nice, and it also smells like this in his room.

Jiang Tingting sniffed.

"Do you like citrus scents?"

Luo Shu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Well, I really like it, but recently I found that I like another flavor..."

"Ok?"

Luo Shu stopped talking and coughed and looked at the girl.

"Which questions you don't know, show me."

Jiang Tingting handed it over.

Luoshu opened the math homework, didn't do a single question and didn't even do the multiple-choice ones, his eyelashes slightly moved and looked sideways at the girl next to him, with a warm voice:
"Not at all?"

Jiang Tingting lay down on the table habitually like a lazy cancer: "No, I didn't open it at all."

Luoshu smiled helplessly, and with a touch of pampering, reached out to rub the girl's soft hair.

"Don't want to do it?"

"I don't want to!" Jiang Tingting was just being lazy, and then she came to Luoshu.

Anyway, listening to his lectures early is the same as listening to him late.

In case of going to school tomorrow, he will be caught giving lectures again during the break.

Luoshu put the homework on the desk, picked up the pen, and spoke softly.

"Then I'll tell you."

"Row!"

Luoshu is really patient and tireless, no matter how simple the topic is, as long as Jiang listens to it and skips it, he will continue to talk.

Time passed bit by bit, Jiang Tingting's eyelids became slightly heavy, and it was the last function question.

In the middle of Luoshu's speech, Jiang Tingting fell asleep on the table.

The boy looked at the sleeping girl beside him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he felt a little happy.

After Jiang Tingting fell asleep, she was quiet and lovely. Her eyelashes were thick and long, trembling slightly with her breathing evenly.

Luoshu stared at her with his face propped up like this, his eyes were full of tenderness, his heart seemed to be scratched by a kitten's paw, a little itchy, he slowly leaned over, approached Jiang to listen, the tip of his nose was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossom...

This is his favorite flavor now.

Luo Shu stared at her for a long time, then slowly moved closer, and gently touched the girl's bright red lips.

After staying for a long time, he backed away. The boy's eyes were gentle and picturesque. He reached out and hugged Jiang Tingting, and then put her on his bed. After covering the quilt, he gently pinched the girl's straight nose, his eyes were gentle It's like pinching out water.

"Good night."

Jiang Tingting didn't wake up, and he didn't know if it was because he was too tired or because of Luoshu's lecture.

Luo Shu lay on the small sofa in the room, then turned on the light, and it was pitch black.

In the dark night, only the sound of steady breathing is heard...

The boy gradually closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly curled up in his sleep.

……

When the alarm clock rang, Jiang Tingting slapped it on the ground and made a crisp sound. Luo Shu got up and picked up the alarm clock. Looking at Jiang Tingting who was still sleeping on the bed, she decided to wake her up after thinking about it...

If Mother Jiang found out that her daughter was not at home all night and was in Luoshu's room, I don't know how she would feel...