Chapter 110: Excitement

(for those who can't get the plot right go to wb and read it and get it right)

The night is very quiet in the early hours.

Tan Mo carefully and irresistibly reached out and brushed Qiao Lan's cheek.

She is asleep, but sleeps restlessly, her long, slender eyelashes twitching now and then.

Tan Mo couldn't bear to get up, so after a few minutes of agonising, she finally got up and carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door so as not to wake Qiao Lan with the sound of the bath water, she draped herself in her bathrobe and stepped out after two or three rinses, grabbing the disposable bathtub cover next to the bath.

Having never used any of these things, or even drained the bath, I was now in a very good mood to take my time and figure it out with exceptional patience.

When it was all done, he checked the water temperature again and again before going out to dig Qiao Lan out from under the covers, who was dazed and sleepy.

Qiao Lan is really tired.

The body of a teenager after an intense workout is a bit scary, it was already thinking about it for so long, Qiao Lan also deliberately fanned the flames of stimulation, once the lack of control is too much.

When she was picked up by Tan Mo and put into the bathroom, Qiao Lan woke up and opened her eyes to see her boyfriend's beautiful pecs and abs under the bathrobe, and when she opened her eyes again in a few seconds, the bathrobe was gone.

Qiao Lan woke up unexpectedly.

The water is the right temperature and wraps comfortably around her body. Tan Mo's hands are soft and gentle, simply caressing Qiao Lan's neck, arms, waist and finally Qiao Lan's thighs when she grabs them.

Qiao Lan's touched legs were still shaking a little, and looking down through the sparkling water you could still see the ambiguous red marks on them. Qiao Lan grabbed Tan Mo's hand and bit her lip and whispered, "I'll ...... do it myself."

Tan Mo easily pulled his hand out of Qiao Lan's grasp, straddled his long legs into the tub and kissed her down, "You're tired, I'll do it."

Qiao Lan froze and her cheeks burned again as the intermittent conversation they had had a short while ago came flooding back, and she said so many times that she was so tired that she finally stopped a teenager who wanted to continue.

Now Tan Mo has taken it and blocked her back.

Qiao Lan let go of the hand, pursing her lips and not looking towards Tan Mo, her eyes, which were already red at the corners, occasionally stiffened and became more like a mist of water.

Qiao Lan, who was pretending to be extraordinarily flirtatious and actually thin-skinned, just wanted to wash up and go back quickly, but the young man beside her wouldn't let her go, and it was clear that even that hand was now uncontrollable, and the words that came out of her mouth were obviously shy.

Tan Mo, half delighted, half shy, hesitantly asked her if it hurt.

When he finished he also followed up with a stammering explanation, "I'm sorry, I I'm a bit over the top..."

Qiao Lan wanted to cry, usually trying to coax her, why be so honest at this time, so honest that she couldn't bear to digress and put it off.

What does it take to say?

Tell the truth.

Is it really scary to be a teenager who doesn't know anything for the first time and doesn't know moderation?

How can you say that to Tan Mo?

Tan Mo's mind is more sensitive than a little girl's, and if she dares to say this, all the good vibes of the day may be lost.

Qiao Lan was going to compliment Tan Mo and let him know how good he was, but he couldn't do that now, not to mention the fact that Qiao Lan couldn't possibly say something like "You're so good, you're so good" right now.

In response to the young man's caring eyes, Qiao Lan could only reply with a sigh of relief.

"OK ......"

Luckily, it means there's still something bad about it, Tan Mo a heartache has been instantly guilt-ridden, "I'm not very good at... haven't seen those..."

I knew it!

He interrupted Tan Mo's self-criticism by saying, "It's okay, I think it's fine..."

After saying this both men were quiet.

Quite good, what quite good.

Tan Mo Is the technology pretty good or do you feel pretty good about yourself?

Qiao Lan looked up stiffly, and the teenager's eyes, which had just been filled with guilt, suddenly lit up, "Is it... still okay? Then can..."

Tan Mo came over and nibbled on Qiao Lan's lips, her pretty amber eyes looking straight at her, still sheepishly uttering shameless words.

"Can we do it again."

Qiao Lan: "...... It's late."

"No classes tomorrow."

"...... Aren't you tired..."

"Not tired."

Qiao Lan was on the verge of tears as she pressed her hands against the young man who was trying to come over again, "I'm tired, so tired! Tomorrow, tomorrow, okay?"

Tan Mo stared at Qiao Lan for a long time before finally backing off, "Okay."

Who made this the girlfriend he held in his heart and still had to spoil.

So, on October 19, Tan Mo's birthday, the two of them, who had agreed to go to an amusement park, celebrated Tan Mo's eighteenth birthday at the hotel.

But although it didn't work out, the birthday boy was in as good a mood as ever.

Satisfied, he went out and bought his girlfriend something to eat in person.

The receptionist who gave the room yesterday looked at the boy who was as dumb as if he had been forced to be there, but today he was so happy and alive that he froze for a long time.

After waiting a few moments, he was seen again carefully carrying his purchase, the joy on his face obvious even to her, an outsider.

It was as if she had misunderstood something.

Tan Mo really is a life idiot.

Tan Mo was in a better mood after being criticized, and his eyes were unblinking as he watched Qiao Lan eat before he asked Qiao Lan, "Did you have something to say to me yesterday?"

Before coming to the hotel yesterday, Qiao Lan said she had something to tell him, but she forgot about it and only now remembered.

Qiao Lan spun her sluggish head around and thought for a long time before finally remembering that she was going to talk to Tan Mo about moving out.

But now!

Stop!

Luckily it didn't.

A boy who has just opened his meat is not a human being; you can't give a little sweetness, you'd have to be mad to give it.

"No," Qiao Lan shook his head decisively, "it's not a big deal!"

OK.

Tan Mo, who was already not very sensitive to tone of voice, was now even more of a douchebag and didn't think much of it, his attention returning to Qiao Lan, "Is it good, I asked the shop assistant and he said this is particularly tonic ......"

If it weren't for classes the next day, Tan Mo would have been grumbling and not gone back, but finally made it back at the last minute near the closing time of the hostel.

As soon as we entered the dormitory, Luo Man shouted, "Oh, LanLan is back, I thought you weren't coming back."

"Qiao Lan didn't know how to answer, so she greeted the others and went into the bathroom to wash up, then came out and wechatted with Tan Mo while listening to Luo Man gleefully telling her about the party that day.

"LanLan everyone was so disappointed that you didn't come."

Qiao Lan gave Tan Mo a reply that he had already washed up and was lying in bed, and casually replied to Luo Man, "What's so disappointing about that."

"all want to see what the school girl looks like, but LanLan you have a boyfriend of course can not see other people, alas, our psychology department boys are too few, not only few but also poor quality, your boyfriend is so handsome also Ji Su senior can compare, but a good pity, the senior came a turn to sit for a while said home something to pay after the first left ...... Ji Su senior really good ah, that shop to eat expensive senior actually paid for all, ah ah ah ah I really like him you say he is not particularly good ......"

"...fine, fine," Qiao Lan echoes absentmindedly, thinking that even Ji Su is no match for Tan Mo.

I couldn't help but think of Tan Mo's face again, perhaps because I had had sex with him and thought he was not only good looking but also sexy.

It's over, Qiao Lan drops the phone and buries her face in the pillow.

She was hopeless, and she actually thought Tan Mo was even more handsome.

She liked it even more.

Luo Man, who had been "talking to himself", suddenly gave a "wow" and exclaimed as if he had found a new world, " LanLan, on your shoulder ������������ I just realised there's a collarbone too ......"

Qiao Lan froze, turned his head and saw the marks on his shoulder.

......

If you're not a very close friend, don't ask, if you're not a close friend, just pretend you didn't see it, who would say it out loud in front of other people like Luo Man did?

Qiao Lan wasn't afraid of people knowing and didn't feel any shame about it, but was a little annoyed by Luo Man's reaction, "Stop it, will you?"

"If you don't say it, you don't say it", Luo Man averted his eyes unhappily, "By the way after the dinner the other day, Sister said that she would start working on her first project next week, the content of the project has already been decided by Senior Ji Su, so tomorrow we will all go to the club to listen to the work."

"Got it," Qiao Lan nodded, and went on to talk to Tan Mo.

As much as I hate to admit it, I have to admit that something has happened that makes the two seem closer and more eager to stick together.

Qiao Lan, let alone Tan Mo.

Tan Mo's psyche changed beyond Qiao Lan's imagination at times, playing with the entirety of Qiao Lan's world, leaving no gaps or traces.

Just wanted to keep her with him, not to leave half a step, wanted to know all her movements in his absence, where she was, who she was with, what she said and did, he wanted to know it all.

The uncontrollable desire to take control of it all.

Qiao Lan is unaware of the changes in Tan Mo's psyche, but enjoys Tan Mo's care.

In the morning, he didn't even go to class with his roommates. He accompanied Qiao Lan after breakfast and took her to class in full view of Qiao Lan's classmates before leaving.

Qiao Lan had no idea that Tan Mo had made sure there were no boys in front of or behind her before she left.

Tan Mo would pick her up at lunchtime and take her out for seafood, sitting and watching Tan Mo clumsily peel the prawns and put them on a plate in front of her.

Just ask who can refuse such attentive care.

Qiao Lan ate the prawns peeled by Tan Mo's hands and said to Tan Mo, "I remember you have classes this afternoon."

"Well, six or seven knots."

"Then vacate a seat for me and I'll go over to the finish club and join you in class."

Tan Mo looked up with a lurch in his hand, "Societies?"

"Well, club activities."

"Oh," Tan Mo went back to peeling shrimp, "Go on, no need to accompany me to class."

"Go to what," Qiao Lan put down his chopsticks, "Look up at me!"