My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Sitting on the bedside, Biqigu browsed the web page of his mobile phone under the light of a lamp, and complained absently, "So, are you planning to type until early morning?"

"Papa......"

The girl stopped her fast-dancing hands and sighed: “Inspiration is a thing. It’s not as easy as any pleasure at all. I am stuck with the content of the third volume than Qigu-kun.”

Biqigu nodded lightly: "Oh."

"Let's talk about literature, the literary nature of novels..."

Female literary Qingxia poetry is online.

Biqigu immediately wanted to go offline, quickly turned off the lights, lay down on her side with her back facing her, slept on the edge of the bed, and slowly closed her eyes: "Oh Smith."

"...Hey, it's only ten o'clock! Go to bed so early?"

"I'm sleepy, ma'am."

Xia Zhiqiu smiled angrily: "You said how long you slept today? Get up and help me read the novel!"

"Snoring...snoring..."

In less than a few seconds, Mr. Biqigu has already snored, you really sleep in seconds!

Of course the girl knew that he was pretending to be asleep, but seeing him lying on his side was quite stylish, she quietly took out the phone and took a few pictures at him.

The backhand of Bachan pretending to be asleep is just a pillow thrown over: "Do you want me to take it off and change to an ecstasy position for you to shoot?"

Xia Zhiqiu was hit by a pillow and the phone fell to the ground. After picking it up, he snorted and took a few more pictures, not caring about his anger.

"The phone is pretty solid, Nokia?"

"No, it's Samsung."

The girl sighed, "Samsung is getting bigger and bigger, Apple is getting longer and longer, and Nokia is getting harder and harder-I didn't know which one to pick when I first bought it."

Biqigu still ignored her. This attitude really made the girl angry. Xia Zhiqiu simply carried the computer to the bed, leaning on the bedside like him, and deliberately making "pops" on the computer with both hands. It is clearly written, but there is a posture of "I can be a broken shoe tomorrow", just like some people who have not coded a word, but have a calmness to look directly at the reader...

...Have I mocked some people again?

Biqigu blocked his ears helplessly, but it was still useless. He had to turn over and open his eyes. The dead fish eyes were helpless: "Do you know the embarrassing atmosphere of sleeping alone in the same bed? It’s better not to talk, otherwise things will easily happen!"

"it's OK."

Xia Zhiqiu didn't say this sentence, she typed it out.

He craned his neck, squinted his eyes, and looked at the computer screen. It said: "If it's Mr. Biqigu, it's really fine."

The young man raised his hand and surrendered: "Stop talking about this, it looks unrestrained, but you are actually more conservative than me-what are you going to talk about?"

The snow-white pretty face looks like a female ghost in the light of the computer screen, and the loose nightgown vaguely outlines the majestic mountain of her home.

......Oh, I said it more implicitly, right?

classmates!

Please don’t be surprised when you hear words like "muddy road in the country" or "narrow tent" in the future. I was determined to be a local writer like Mr. Shen Congwen at the beginning!

Sa!Saxifraga!

The fragrance that is much stronger than Xuexia almost suffocated him. He looked at the screen and said: "Tomorrow's venue layout?"

"OK, I'll get up early tomorrow morning and leave it to me."

"Papa...and breakfast."

It's an inch, right?

The boy glanced at her suspiciously, and Kasumigaoka's crimson eyes deepened: "Japanese breakfast--I want a glass of milk."

He smiled silently: "Still drinking milk?"

His gaze swept over the girl, and the meaning was very clear: "Dairy cow essence should not drink milk! Why do cows hurt them?"

The female ghost's cheeks bulged: "It's okay in the morning anyway. Shall we also go to the doujin exhibition? Speaking of which, I haven't been there once."

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but seeing her look a little bit hopeful, his heart softened again. People took care of him for the whole day today, and it was a bit unreasonable if they didn't agree to this little thing.

The boy hesitated for two seconds, and finally nodded: "Okay."

"Do you have H's book?"

He stared at a few words in a daze, not knowing how to answer, thinking that Kasumigaoka shouldn't look at her mouth full of yellow accents, which is idiotic and rotten, but Ms. Machida said that she was excellent at school and was a girl Wen Qing-so idiots and rot are mostly external or even disguise...

This woman is unexpectedly innocent, and she was ashamed to say hello to his brother just now...

So... this kind of people hate those books!

So... if he says yes, she will probably give up the idea of ​​going inside.

Wouldn't it be okay to not squeeze with those dead houses tomorrow, sweating profusely?

The teenager who liked his mind nodded: "Yes, it can be said that they are basically-I have seen the most disgusting and tentacles, super disgusting..."

Speaking of the psychological trauma it received, Bazijiang still remembers that the surname is Zecun, right...

Don't let me catch it!

Just as his eyes showed a fierce light, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu's eyes were filled with excitement.

"……amount?"

There is something wrong with his instinct.

"Papa..."

There are a few more words on the screen.

"Great... let's go early!"

Innocent...

If you look at the amount of milk she made, you should know who this guy is!

Sorry, I am too innocent.

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