Warmth and coolness both originate from this.
Lin Li: o.o.
Lin Li: O.O?
Lin Li: OvO!
Oh my gosh, Lin Li felt like he was the happiest person in the world waking up from a sleep.
—As for the world’s unluckiest person waking up, it’s undoubtedly Captain Arica.
The New York Brooklyn Old Zhengbai Banner slept for seventy years, woke up to find a farm tool giving him orders for work, calling him so director, and that’s truly AUV capping the hat, for Captain Arica the sky has fallen.
Just imagine, you wake up, and the dishwasher pokes your butt with an electric plug while ordering you to wash the dishes, isn’t that horrifying?
The joys and sorrows of people are not interconnected, what happens to the Captain doesn’t matter, anyway Lin Li is finished being happy.
Well done, right hand!
Well done, body!
The tangible hand seems to have fully exerted its subjective initiative, maybe I’ve been parasitized by a parasite.
Lin Li, originally with wide eyes open, chose to half-close them afterward.
In ancient tis, the wolf feigned sleep to lure the enemy; now Lin Li feigns sleep to probe affection.
Chen Yu Ying was playing with her phone with a faint smile, her fingertip movents looked like she was scrolling through TikTok, not noticing Lin Li.
It’s truly a great opportunity.
Lin Li licked the corner of his mouth, then began adjusting his right hand, which in its natural state only had the base of the palm and so fingertips touching the thigh, but slowly, over ti, the fingertips gradually matched more closely.
So the girl turned her head.
Lin Li imdiately closed his eyes, his hand also stopped moving.
Chen Yu Ying tilted her head, first noticing the hand was completely different now, totally unnatural, then shifted her gaze to Lin Li’s face.
The side of his cheek pressed out a faint red sleep mark, grass fragnts stuck to his jawline, and his Adam’s apple moved with his breathing, not only his Adam’s apple leaped with breathing.
Lin Li is really getting better looking all the ti.
He’s the beauty in my eyes.
But the corner of his mouth and the slightly different smile just validated Chen Yu Ying’s guess.
Humph, pretending to sleep.
But Chen Yu Ying didn’t bother to expose him, whatever, she turned back to her phone.
But ten seconds later, Chen Yu Ying felt a salty pig hand sliding a bit on her right leg.
At this mont, Chen Yu Ying didn’t feel ashad or annoyed, rather she wanted to laugh, almost burst out laughing.
Not even pretending now?
The movent was big, he couldn’t possibly not know she’d find out.
Can’t let it slide now, he’s soone who takes an inch and tries to make a mile out of it, if she lets him go now, who knows what he’ll secretly touch next.
"Slap." So, extending her index and middle fingers, Chen Yu Ying lightly smacked the back of Lin Li’s hand.
Lin Li said nothing, just continued playing dead, the hand remained still.
Chen Yu Ying stared at this pretending-to-sleep guy for more than ten seconds, bit her lower lip gently, and resud her attention on her phone.
This ti it only lasted five seconds.
Slide.
Lin Li thought he discovered room-temperature superconductors because this leg felt smooth with no resistance.
The dark clouds looming over the grand edifice of materials physics were parted a bit by Lin Li, hats off.
Of course, ignoring materials physics, it also superconducts.
"Slap."
Second round, Chen Yu Ying chuckled: "If you’re awake, move your hand, if not, I’ll wake you up again, pig trotter."
Got it, got it, while awake, move the hand away, what does it have to do with sleeping Lin Li?
This jade-like smooth texture isn’t often felt, it seems more addictive than pinching cheeks.
Of course, Lin Li needs to emphasize, he’s not a leg fanatic.
Really not, leg fetish refers to a strong interest or sexual preference toward legs, but Lin Li appreciates everything equally, like foot, hand, or hip, so it doesn’t define his preferences.
Strictly speaking, it’s simply being lecherous, so please respect, Lin Li isn’t a leg fanatic.
The current tactic is when the enemy moves, I remain still; when the enemy remains still, then I move.
—Unless Chen Yu Ying uses a cigarette butt to burn his butt, then he has to move.
The gaze is often unfelt, unseen, but many tis, people do sense it.
Fairly certain Chen Yu Ying’s still watching him, Lin Li only continued to feign sleep.
"Really asleep?" Chen Yu Ying’s amused voice softly sounded.
It’s a petty trick, Lin Li certainly won’t fall for such childish antics, imdiately ceasing the brain signal wanting to nod.
Chen Yu Ying pressed her lips, then laughed once herself, gently spoke again:
"Then sleepyhead, raise your hand, let’s see who’s sleeping fastest, best, and awesost~"
Lin Li’s left hand, pinned under him, seed to receive an order, uncontrollably reached forward, and once free, wildly grew upward like a vine.
Holy, couldn’t resist.
Ying Bao, my bank card’s password is 129836.
The forty million in gold is in the box on the bedroom’s left side.
The half-pack of tissues Bai Bufan lost last ti is actually in my classroom locker.
Seeing Lin Li raise his hand perfectly, though one had eyes open and the other closed, they both simultaneously laughed.
After laughing, Chen Yu Ying this ti patted Lin Li’s forearm from below, issuing a final ultimatum: "Move it."
No choice now, he sneakily touched again, Lin Li reluctantly moved his hand, officially opened his eyes, sat up: "Good morning capo, you just woke up too, what a coincidence."
The leaves piled on his waist as he moved, rustled down.
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