Sang Zhi remembered that Duan Jiaxu went to help her meet her parents, but she had long forgotten that Fu Zhengchu was also present. It had been seven or eight years since this incident, and her impression of it had faded a lot.

But after hearing Duan Jiaxu's mention, Sang Zhi's memories suddenly came to mind.

She was silent for a few seconds: "Did you just remember it?"

Duan Jiaxu coughed slightly and said nothing.

His reaction caused a crack in Sang Zhi's expression, and she understood instantly. She stared at him for a long time, with a bit of disbelief in her tone, and said blankly: "Then why didn't you explain it just now?"

Duan Jiaxu smiled: "I'm not afraid that I think too much."

Very confident.

But he clearly guessed what Fu Zhengchu was thinking.

Sang Zhi took a deep breath and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his waist: "Stop pretending."

Her strength was not heavy, but she seemed to be tickling him. Duan Jiaxu didn't hide, as if he really felt itchy. He laughed so hard that he was a little out of breath, and spoke with a shallow breath: "You, classmate, are you still tickling?"

It’s quite mind-blowing.”

Sang Zhi also felt it was extremely ridiculous: "What did he think?"

"But the speculation is quite interesting."

"..." Sang Zhi's breath was blocked in her chest, and she couldn't get up or get down. She didn't want to pay attention to him, and looked at her phone again, trying to find the chat window with Fu Zhengchu, and found that a series of messages had been sent there.

Fu Zhengchu: [You...]

Fu Zhengchu: [I was embarrassed to say it just now in front of you two and there were so many people around.]

Fu Zhengchu: [Isn’t it bad for you to be like this? If your parents find out, they won’t go crazy? Moreover, this matter is not ethical in the first place. As your friend, I would like to advise you to turn around and be safe.]

Fu Zhengchu: [The introduction you just made was too fair and aboveboard, aren’t you afraid of being seen? To be honest, now I’m starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with me. 】

After a few minutes.

Fu Zhengchu: [The more I think about it, the more I get...]

Fu Zhengchu: [Think about it for yourself. You don’t have to worry, I’m not that big-mouthed and won’t tell others.]

Sang Zhi twitched his forehead and replied: [It's not what you think, this is not my brother, but my brother's friend. In the past, he just helped my brother to help me meet the teacher.]

After the transmission was successful, Sang Zhi put away the phone and glanced at Duan Jiaxu.

Perhaps because he was afraid that she would be annoyed, Duan Jiaxu's smile faded a bit and he looked towards her.

However, Sang Zhi didn't mention what happened just now. After seeing Duan Jiaxu's car, he said warmly: "Let's go and eat."

Duan Jiaxu drove the car near the company.

The two hadn't seen each other for nearly a month. After the car stopped, he didn't rush out of the car and went over to unbuckle Sang Zhi. The distance suddenly shortened, and his eyes were fixed on her, leaning against her.

Getting closer.

Very obvious hint.

Duan Jiaxu tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the skin under her eyes. There was a hot breath, and the familiar and delicious smell of tobacco. His lips seemed to be close to each other in the next moment, but they were frozen at this moment.

The distance that seems so far away.

Ambiguity ferments in the air.

Duan Jiaxu's Adam's apple rolled slightly. His facial features were softened by the light outside the window, and his eyes were light and glowing. He caressed her face lovingly, chuckled, and continued to look down.

The posture is inexplicably lustful.

All the emotions seemed to heat up and surge with this move.

But there was no time.

Because Sang Zhi suddenly raised her hand and covered his mouth.

Duan Jiaxu's body visibly paused, his eyes raised, and he looked at her silently. He looked devoid of any emotion, but somehow had a hint of danger.

Sang Zhi said: "You'd better stop kissing me first."

Duan Jiaxu didn't pull her hand away. When he spoke, hot air sprayed onto her palm, like an electric current: "What?"

"I remembered what my classmate said just now." Sang Zhi said very vindictively, "I can't remember who you are. Anyway, seeing you is like seeing my brother. You'd better stay away from me."

Duan Jiaxu said thoughtfully: "Is it so serious?"

Sang Zhi had a straight face and nodded.

His eyelashes fluttered, his gaze dropped, stopping on her lips, and soon he looked up at her again.

The silence did not last long.

Suddenly, Duan Jiaxu pulled off her hand, pressed it on his chest, and brought her whole body over. Before Sang Zhi could react, his lips were already pressed against hers.

The tip of his tongue touched the seam of her lips, swept inwards along her teeth, hooked her tongue, entwined and licked hard.

Sang Zhi kept her eyes open and opened her mouth, letting him take what he wanted.

When kissing, he always liked to pinch her earlobes or caress the skin on the back of her neck. His lips and tongue invaded every corner of her delicately and patiently, but the force was a bit heavy and not gentle.

It was as if he wanted to tear her apart bit by bit, taste it carefully, and then swallow it into his belly.

She wanted to squeeze him out, but he grabbed her chin and swept in arbitrarily.

There was nothing else in Sang Zhi's mind, and she couldn't help but raise her head to cater to him.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Jiaxu bit her lower lip, licked it lightly, and then stepped away. The light did not change, but his pupils appeared inexplicably deeper, and his lips were red and stained with water.

All Sang Zhi's sullenness was spinelessly evaporated at this moment.

Then, Sang Zhi heard him say: "Now -"

She raised her eyes.

Duan Jiaxu curled his lips, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and his smile looked like a disaster.

"Do you remember who I am?"

3.

With a heavy rain, the season changes from summer to autumn, and the dryness in the air dissipates a bit, becoming a little damp. As the leaves wither, the temperature drops sharply, ushering in the new year.

A cold wave is sweeping across the country, and cold air is coming on a large scale.

Different from the cold in the north, the winter in the south is wet and cold. No matter how thick you wear it, it seems to penetrate into the body from any corner, along the pores, and penetrate into the bone marrow.

2017 was the coldest winter Duan Jiaxu had ever spent in Nanwu.

It was also after so many years that he truly felt it again.

New Year should be a lively and festive festival.

This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

Duan Jiaxu spent the New Year at Sang's house.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would be embarrassed, or because he was embarrassed because he was not invited, one month before the Spring Festival, when Duan Jiaxu went to Sang's house for dinner, Sang Rong started to mention this matter to him.

Li Ping also showed that she would be angry if he didn't come over.

Duan Jiaxu did have the idea at first that he didn't want to disturb their family's New Year celebrations. But after hearing what they said, he felt calm and did not hide his feelings, so he agreed with a smile.

He mentioned this matter to Sang Zhi.

Although he knew that his parents would definitely ask him to come with them to celebrate the New Year, Sang Zhi still felt very happy when he heard it.

After returning from school, Sang Zhi clung to her parents like a follower for several days because of this incident. Later, when she found Duan Jiaxu free, she took him shopping.

Sang Zhi had already prepared the New Year’s gifts for her family.

This time I went out just to help Duan Jiaxu buy some new clothes.

After they got together, Duan Jiaxu's clothes were mostly bought for him by Sang Zhi.

Duan Jiaxu didn't pay much attention to these things. When he was alone, he used to go to a men's clothing store and buy a few random items when he was short of clothes. The whole process took less than ten minutes. When he was too busy and couldn't spare any time, he simply bought some clothes online.

purchase.

But because he is good-looking and looks good in anything he wears, it doesn’t have a big impact.

I feel that he doesn't treat me well. Sang Zhi likes to worry about these things for him, but he is not so enthusiastic about buying clothes for himself. When I go shopping with friends, I always go to men's clothing stores.

The two entered a men's clothing store.

Sang Zhi looked at the clothes and asked his opinion.

Duan Jiaxu smiled and replied: "Whatever you think looks good."

Sang Zhi took a dark red sweater, handed it to him, made serious gestures, and muttered: "New Year, dress more festively. Do you agree?"

Duan Jiaxu stared at her and said softly: "Okay."

"Then you go and try."

"good."

When he went to the fitting room, Sang Zhi picked out a few more clothes and held them in her arms. She looked to the side, flipped through the coat next to her, and took it off. She counted the time, and then went to try on the clothes.
To be continued...