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The early morning sunlight poured into the room. Ruan Xing was bleary-eyed. He laid his head on the pillow before sitting up from the bed. She stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, opened the curtains, and the morning sunlight poured into the house, filling every corner and shining warmly on her body.
After a simple wash, Ruan Xing combed her hair smoothly, letting her long hair rest on her shoulders.
Wearing a white shirt, her slender and smooth legs slipped into a pleated skirt.
Ruan Xing looked in the mirror and straightened the hem of her skirt.
Although he is 170cm tall, Ruan Xing does not look strong at all, but is thin and well-proportioned. I can't say that I have a poor figure, but I can't say that I'm plump either. She has the kind of curves a girl should have, and when paired with her face, she looks very graceful.
Not gaudy nor dull.
She picked up the black ribbon placed on the bedside. The ribbon was placed on her fair and slender fingers, wrapped around the collar of the white shirt, and her fingers were wrapped around the ribbon. The two ends of the ribbon were staggered and tightened to form a perfect bow.
Ruan Xing put on light makeup, with a dry rose-colored base on her eye sockets, and champagne-colored pearl eyeshadow in the center of her eyelids to outline her sleeping look.
The lipstick she wears is ysl407.
Ruan Xing licked his lips with his tongue - well, it is indeed very sweet.
When we arrived at the school, except for the fenced-off playground, it was already overcrowded. Someone set up a charity stall for the sports day, and someone was busy passing messages between teachers and students. Qicheng No. 1 High School has always been known for its rigorous teaching. It usually seems to be very strict, but as long as there are activities, the school will attach great importance to it.
Ruan Xing walked through the crowd and found the resting place of his class.
"Wow, Ruan Xing, you are so beautiful!" The one who came up with a smile was Lu Yan. Lu Yan was wearing a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. He could wear any clothes. A bohemian temperament, "You are more beautiful than our women in mink!"
Ruan Xing doesn¡¯t understand this strange metaphor.
At this time, her sleeve was suddenly pulled. Ruan Xing turned around and saw a girl in the class who basically didn't speak much. She was a very well-behaved type.
The girl looked at Ruan Xing¡¯s timidity and her face turned a little red. She said in a small voice: "Ruan Xing we don¡¯t know how to put on makeup. Can you help us do a simple painting"
Ruan Xing bent down slightly and listened to the girl attentively. Hearing the words, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You are in the same class, why are you so polite?" After saying that, Ruan Xing patted Li Ziting who was speaking and said, "I The two of us helped other girls in the class do some makeup."
"Ojbk! Little things!" Li Ziting agreed readily.
Ruan Xing is absolutely not stingy with cosmetics, and has no prejudice against every girl in the class. She tries her best to put on as light a makeup as possible, focusing on modifying the facial features, and puts on a simple makeup based on each person's characteristics.
When the last person was transformed, Ruan Xing was about to put lipstick on the girl, but the girl¡¯s mouth suddenly opened and her head tilted obviously Ruan Xing then looked in that direction¡ª¡ª
She was also stunned at that moment.
Even after a long, long time, the scene of this day still appeared clearly in her mind.
Jiang He has never liked wearing white shirts in his life. He doesn't like the feeling of being constrained. After losing his youthful immaturity, he is even more reluctant to wear white shirts. He always says that the clothes are fake.
Fortunately, he doesn't like it.
Otherwise, there will probably be another 5a-level scenic spot in this world.
It¡¯s so damn handsome.
It's handsome to explode, handsome.
He unbuttoned the top button and did not roll up his sleeves. This was the simplest way to wear it, and the smell of fireworks disappeared from his body. Jiang He lowered his head, seeming to be thinking about something. He portrayed the image of a noble young master so vividly. He suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes made even darker by the white shirt, like cat eyes.
He straightened the cuffs of his shirt.
Wherever you look, the sky is shattered.
Fucked.
Until after transforming all the people, Ruan Xing was still in a state of absent-mindedness.
????????????????????????????????? She always felt that boys wearing white shirts were greasy and had a very deliberate feeling, but at this moment Jiang He - hit the target.
The bullseye in her mind.
At this time, Lu Yan floated over again, folding his hands on his chest, looking at Ruan Xing's stunned look, and shook his head helplessly: "Isp; Ruan Xing's hand was hanging in mid-air, not reaching out.
Jiang He frowned slightly and directly pulled her hand over.
With their fingers touching each other, Jiang He felt how soft a woman's hands could be.
"Keep this height." Jiang He said calmly, turned around and put iodine on a cotton swab, pinched Ruan Xing's finger again, and spread iodine all over her bruised area.
Ruan Xing watched Jiang He's movements without saying a word.
Done.
Jiang He¡¯s face could no longer show any emotion.
"Lift up your skirt." Jiang He's expression did not change.
"What"
"Knees exposed."
"Oh." Ruan Xing's long skirt was pulled up, exposing her knees. At this time, she discovered something was wrong. When she fell, her knees were bruised and bloody, and they were stuck to her skirt. She pulled up her skirt. At that moment, there was a pain in the skirt along with the flesh and blood.
Jiang He had a slight expression on his face and frowned: "Why don't you say anything like this?"
"I don't care too much." Ruan Xing shrugged, "There is no need to attract attention."
¡°With such perseverance, why not participate in a triathlon?¡±
"I think so too."
""
Jiang He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Ruan Xing. He squatted down, his eyes level with the wound.
He originally just wanted to focus on the wound, but he was still distracted Ruan Xing's legs were as smooth as silk, like the product of milk and moonlight being stirred together and solidified, white and shiny.
The intact skin of the knee is pink.
The moment the cotton swab in his hand touched her skin, the muscles in Ruan Xing's legs immediately tightened, but she remained silent.
Jiang He raised his head and glanced at Ruan Xing.
She looked in another direction and bit her lip with her teeth.
"Does it hurt?" Jiang He's voice became slightly softer.
"It's okay." Ruan Xing said hard.
"Just say it if it hurts," Jiang He said.
¡°Then please be gentle.¡± Ruan Xing softened.
He suddenly stopped and stood up.
The white shirt smells of laundry detergent.
Jiang He suddenly took something out of his pocket, finally took it out, held it in his hand, and landed it in Ruan Xing's hand.
On Ruan Xing¡¯s palm is a White Rabbit toffee.
"The teacher in the infirmary was eating a child, so I took one casually." Jiang He lowered his head and said, "There is no way to take it lightly."
¡°I gave it to you just to stop you from barking.¡± He added.
Jiang He had a tough mouth, but his movements were much gentler.
?Looking at his serious look, it was like he was solving a math problem.
Ruan Xing pinched the candy in his hand.
Haven¡¯t eaten yet.
Why does it smell like sweet milk?
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