Chapter 112: Cool Drag Schoolmaster 15

The milk tea shop was very quiet. The movement here attracted the attention of others. Seeing other people coming over, Yan Zhao turned his feet to see that his posture was about to run out, and he was about to step out, thinking that he still had a girlfriend. , Turned around and pulled up Jiang Rui and left.
His steps were big and anxious, Jiang Rui trot behind him, only to see his two red ears.
She knew from the beginning that he was looking fiercely and terribly, but his feelings were completely blank, but she still didn't expect to be so innocent. After being kissed, he turned his head and ran away. Anyway, remember to take her .
Coming out of the milk tea shop, passing through the pedestrian street, and passing through a large square, he was about to run out of the small park. Seeing that he hadn't stopped, Jiang Rui had to say, "I can't walk anymore."
Yan Zhao stopped, but still turned his back to her and did not look back.
Jiang Rui looked around and said, "Let's go to a chair and sit down for a while." Without waiting for him to answer, he pulled the person over.
There are two big trees planted on both sides of the chair, and there is a row of bushes in front and back, which are relatively hidden. When sitting down, you can hear the sound of cars on the street in the distance, but no people can be seen. When she reached this secluded place, Yan Zhao seemed to slow down a bit, but her sight had not yet fallen on her.
Jiang Rui sat a little closer, turned his head and asked him, "Are you angry?"
Yan Zhao slid his throat up and down, then shook his head, "No."
"Then why don't you speak?"
"Say, say, what?" His eyes swam around, and finally landed on her face, inevitably seeing the pair of pink lips, his eyes struggling and longing.
Jiang Rui came closer, tilted his head and tweeted again, and said with a smile while Yan Zhao's wide-eyed gaze: "Your eyes tell me you want to do this, don't you?"
With the previous experience, Yan Zhao didn't jump up this time. Although he was just touched lightly, his lips were itchy for a while. Before he recovered, he heard her words and said dryly: "Where is it?" "
Jiang Rui didn't speak, but looked at him with a smile.
Yan Zhao was quickly defeated by her, and said, "Am I stupid?"
"Why do you have such strange thoughts for no reason?" Jiang Rui wondered.
Yan Zhao twisted his eyebrows irritably, kicked the pebble by the side of the road into the bushes, his tone was blunt: "I know that in addition to holding hands and hugging, you can kiss, but I haven't learned it for a week. "
Jiang Rui squeezed his palm, "You said you wanted to teach me before, is that this?"
Yan Zhao nodded sternly.
"But—" Jiang Rui said with a long tone, and said slowly: "I heard people say that kissing is something that one person can't learn. It takes two people to practice slowly."
Yan Zhao's eyes lit up, and immediately turned around, "Really?"
"I don't know if it is true or not, but we can try it."
"Try it..." Yan Zhao repeated in a low voice, then looked at her with scorching eyes: "Don't you think I am stupid?"
Jiang Rui said strangely: "Except for yourself, no one else has ever said that."
Yan Zhao immediately became confident, took out a piece of paper from his sweatpants pocket, and said enthusiastically: "Then let's try it!"
Jiang Rui ignored him and pulled out the piece of paper and spread it out. The paper was A4 paper with densely written words. It should have been looked through many times, and the creases were all worn out. She glanced intently. It was all about the essentials and techniques of kissing, and it was divided into types, steps, and stages. It could be called a kissing book.
She felt that even if it was the senior high school entrance examination, he might not be so serious.
When she saw the homework she did secretly, Yan Zhao was still a little embarrassed, scratching his head, pointing to the most complicated and longest paragraph on the paper and saying, "I'm learning this."
Jiang Rui rolled his eyes in his heart. The little boy who didn't give his first kiss, was pecked and dragged her all over the street. He wanted a deep French kiss as soon as he came up. I am afraid that not only will she drag her across the street, but also jump into the lake to cool her face.
Yan Zhao didn't know what she was thinking, and was eager to try, "Shall we start now?"
Jiang Rui folded the piece of paper and put it back into his pocket, "Where do you want to start?"
Yan Zhao paused and tried to recall the contents of the book, but at the critical moment, his head was empty and his fingers were about to move. He wanted to take out the paper and have a look. He also felt that it was too shameful. He pretended to think about it, and said thoughtfully: "The complex is too difficult. I'm afraid you won't learn it. Let's start with the simple ones."
"Okay." Jiang Rui smiled and cooperated, and also thoughtfully reminded him, "Someone may come over later, you have to pay attention."
In a word, Yan Zhao's spirit became tense again after success, and he patrolled the surroundings vigilantly, making sure that there was no suspicious person for the time being, before turning to Jiang Rui again.
The two looked at the big eyes to the small eyes for a while, and no one spoke.
Yan Zhao cleared his throat. He knew it was time to start, but seeing her sitting quietly in front of him, staring at him with round eyes, he was at a loss for a while and didn't know where to start.
Can't persuade it anymore!
He shouted in his heart, stretched out his palm fiercely, pressed it behind Jiang Rui's head, and leaned over, aiming at her lips. But I don’t know if it’s too nervous or something, I’m relying too much, I originally expected to peck it slightly, and it’s become a heavy bump.
"Hiss" The two cried out painfully at the same time.
Jiang Rui pushed him away, covered his mouth, and misted his eyes.
Yan Zhao didn't care about the pain in his mouth, and quickly went to see her nervously, "How about it, isn't it painful? Let me see."
Jiang Rui frowned, felt a faint smell of rust in his mouth, and didn't want to talk for a while.
Yan Zhao was so anxious that sweat came out on her forehead, she wanted to pull her hand away to see what was going on, but didn't dare to be too rude, so she could only say, "I'm sorry..."
Since he was young, he hasn't even said sorry to his mother, let alone others, but now he is not stingy at all, and speaks out all of his mind.
Jiang Rui was not angry at all. Seeing him in such a hurry, he let go of his hand. The initial pain passed, and there was still a hot tingling on his lips. She should have been knocked by her teeth. She looked at Yan Zhao and he fell. Nothing.
Yan Zhao lifted her chin, saw the ruddy fleshy lips cracked, and bloodshot slowly oozing out of the small opening. He was distressed and annoyed and frowned.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice.
Jiang Rui said: "A little bit."
When she was hit just now, the physiological tears were still in her eye sockets, and her black-and-white eyes became wet with water. Yan Zhao stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of her eye, rubbing his thumb on her smooth face unconsciously. The two got close, sniffing on each other's face.
If in normal times, his ears should be flushed and his eyes wandering, but he has no other thoughts at the moment, just looking at the wound on her lips, wishing to replace him with bloodshot blood, so angry and anxious. , I only wanted to stop the blood, but the wound was on the lips, and there was no other way.
He frowned, suddenly remembering something, and slowly leaned over.
Seeing him getting closer and closer, Jiang Rui thought he wanted to come again, but the next moment, he felt his lips licked by something soggy.
It's his tongue.
He was licking the wound on her lips with his tongue carefully and attentively.
There is no ambiguity, no extra imagination, like a puppy licking her.
Yan Zhao licked it again and again, until no blood leaked from the wound, then stopped, and asked again: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jiang Rui shook his head.
Yan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and soon dropped his shoulders, lowered his head in dismay, and said, "I'm sorry, I...I'm just stupid."
If Wang Xiaodong and others were present and heard this, their jaws would have fallen out of shock. Their elder brother Zhao, who was so stubborn, would actually call himself stupid? !
He usually talks to people, his facial expressions are either fierce, irritable, or impatient, but no matter what kind, he is handsome and dragging, with the unique vitality and pride of young people, and has never been a phenomenon. In this way, the cabbage that has been beaten by frost, from head to tail, even the hard stubble that always stands up like a hedgehog, seems to fall down.
When Jiang Rui saw this, he hooked his finger and shook his finger, comfortingly said: "It's not just the practice. It's just the first time, and it will definitely be better in the future."
Yan Zhao's face was sullen, his eyebrows clamped, he was angry with himself, "I won't kiss anymore."
"Ok?"
He looked up at Jiang Rui, his eyes were out of control, always falling on her wounds, and it was even more irritable to look at it once. He felt that he was so stupid that he couldn't even do a simple kiss, and he hurt her. He deserved not to kiss her, so he repeated the sentence, "No kiss!"
Jiang Rui's expression was calm, and he only prodded him with a finger, "If you say you kiss, you will kiss, if you say you don't, you will not kiss, have you asked me?"
The anger that Yan Zhao had just gotten up with was pricked by her, and he was stunned again, and said, "I won't kiss..."
"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Rui said.
He was dumbfounded, and immediately raised his head to look at her, his eyes wide and swollen: "Very, good?"
Immediately refuted himself, "You don't have to lie to me, I hurt you."
That's what he said, but his eyes were looking at Jiang Rui, with a little light in his eyes, clearly looking forward to what she would say, and fearing that she would say something, and he looked like a little pitiful unconfident.
Jiang Rui glanced at his big man, silently abandoning the thought of touching the poor little head.
"I didn't lie to you. The first time I was a little nervous, but the second time I did it much better than the first time. I feel very comfortable."
A trace of doubt appeared in Yan Zhao's eyes. He obviously only kissed once. How can there be a second time? In the next instant he realized that she was talking about licking her wound with her tongue.
...But that was his head fever, and he only wanted to stop the bleeding, and his intention was not to kiss.
I thought so in my heart, but looking at the curvy eyebrows of the people in front of me, Yan Zhao didn’t hesitate to swallow this sentence into his stomach, and the next moment he straightened his chest, with a complacent look and full of confidence,
I also feel good. I said that I learn fast and make rapid progress!"