“What to release?”

Jiang Wange took off her white shoulder bag from her shoulder and asked while tidying her messy hair.

"vitality."

Ye Sanjiang didn't expect Jiang Wange to understand. He lifted up his short sleeves to wipe the sweat on his face. Jiang Wange frowned and stared at Ye Sanjiang's belly.

"Ye Sanjiang! Your abdominal muscles are gone!"

"Sister, you have admitted your stomach wrong!"

Ye Sanjiang put down his clothes: "I have never had this thing before. It's not for me, just one piece."

Jiang Wange's little face suddenly became serious: "Stick to exercise, have you heard it?"

"Heard it, heard it!"

"I can't hear you can't hear you can't hear you"

The Ferris wheel has risen to a middle height.

Jiang Wange looked at Ye Sanjiang with her fair calves and smiled. After looking away for a while, she looked away and looked at the scenery outside.

She suddenly stood up as she looked, moved her steps inside, and then moved very naturally to Ye Sanjiang to sit down.

Ye Sanjiang looked at Jiang Wange's little face. Her face turned red and she deliberately did not look at Ye Sanjiang, but she sat very close. Her two little hands were clamped between her thighs, and her eyes swept the scenery outside.

"Do you want to kiss?"

Ye Sanjiang looked at her and spoke.

Jiang Wange suddenly widened his eyes.

"What are you talking about! Ye Sanjiang!"

She waved her small fist and pounded Ye Sanjiang's shoulder with shame.

"I have no other meaning!"

Ye Sanjiang grabbed her wrists quickly with his eyes, which was very strange, slender but not soft and fleshy.

"I mean, we are on the Ferris wheel that you like very much, and today is Sunday. There is a kiss once a week in the love plan. Do you want to kiss?"

Jiang Wange pulled his arm with blushing, and Ye Sanjiang let go.

The atmosphere in the narrow space solidified for a while, and Ye Sanjiang didn't say anything. He was actually a little nervous, but he wanted to give Jiang Wange time to consider.

"You can try..."

Jiang Wange lowered his head and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito and flies.

"Um."

Ye Sanjiang nodded.

He tried to get closer to Jiang Wange, touched her shoulders with his palms, then moved downwards, crossed his back, and finally hugged her slender waist.

Ye Sanjiang pulled her upper body over with a little force. Jiang Wange's body was tense tightly. Her arms couldn't help curling up in front of her, and her white fists showed their heads on her chest, separated between the two of them.

Ye Sanjiang exerted force, Jiang Wange snorted softly, raised his upper body a little longer, and got closer to Ye Sanjiang.

Her body was like a soft treasure. Ye Sanjiang liked the feeling of hugging her, but there was something troublesome between her two arms, but this was Jiang Wange's self-protection instinct.

Both of them were a little nervous, and Ye Sanjiang knew that he wanted to be the proactive party.

Jiang Wange raised his head and blushed unreasonably.

Ye Sanjiang bowed his head.

"Ah! No!"

Jiang Wange suddenly lowered her head, and Ye Sanjiang fell on her forehead with a kiss.

Don't say it earlier... I'm nervously brewing until now!

Ye Sanjiang's mouth left her forehead.

"It's okay, I'll listen to you."

"sorry……"

Ye Sanjiang was stunned. He wanted to let go of his arm, but then he hugged him tighter.

He smiled and said, "What apologize, you fool? It's nothing. We can take it slowly. We are used to holding hands and hugging each day. You see, it's natural for us to hug now, and it's also natural for holding hands. It means that our relationship is improving every day, and every day is more like a couple than yesterday."

Jiang Wange hugged him tightly when he heard this.

"I like you very much, I don't hate you..."

There was a sudden burst of crying in her voice.

Ye Sanjiang put his chin on her head: "I know that our relationship was too special before becoming lovers. You are so arrogant and your personality relationship is there. It is normal for you to be unable to adapt to this kind of change."

"I hate my character..."

"But I just like you like this."

"You are lying."

"You can hear this?"

"Look! I'll know!"

Jiang Wange got up and gently hit Ye Sanjiang's shoulder with her little fist. She lowered her head, her eyes were red, and she looked very aggrieved.

Ye Sanjiang took her two little hands and said seriously: "I like you, and I won't reduce my favorability because of your personality. And... you are you, Jiang Wange, the only one in the world."

Jiang Wange pouted: "The unique idiot in the world is naive and willful, stubborn and barbaric, unreasonable, and loves to make trouble."

Ye Sanjiang smiled: "You are quite self-aware. These are indeed shortcomings that I hate, but when combined together, it is Jiang Wange I like. This is the magical place."

"Comfort me again..."

"You won't lie on the Ferris wheel, because you're very close to the sky, and lies will be rewarded by God for your brain."

"puff!"

Jiang Wange was amused, and she quickly held it in her mouth and felt aggrieved.

"Solve this."

Ye Sanjiang took out the honey and pomelo tea he had just given. When he saw the packaging bag, he found two straws inside.

"Drink together?"

Ye Sanjiang held two straws.

"All right."

"Puchi--"

"Puchi--"

Both of them were inserted smoothly, and Ye Sanjiang shook his fingers and stirred up the sound of water.

He held the fruit tea, Jiang Wange pinched the straw and pulled his head closer.

The two looked at each other without saying a word. They both thought that putting their cheeks together was the correct posture, and they did so.

The fine fluff on her face rubbed against a bit itchy, and Jiang Wange's face was also very hot. Ye Sanjiang directly pressed his face against her, and her face was suddenly squeezed out with a piece of pink undulation.

"Shila—"

"Shila—"

Ye Sanjiang put down the straw and lay back as if he was liberated, as if he had accidentally spoken his heart.

"It tastes not bad, I drink half of it and vomit half of it."

Sit in shyness, Jiang Wange's body suddenly stiffened.

...

Monday, October 13.

After the evening self-study, Ye Sanjiang ran out of the self-study classroom early. When he looked back, the League Secretary Zhang Guying ran wildly behind with exaggerated movements.

Ye Sanjiang's face changed: "Why do you want to chase me?!"

"I want to rush to add syrup...ao."

Zhang Guying rushed to Ye Sanjiang: "Of course I followed the master's pace!"

His "master" screamed more and more affectionately.

Ye Sanjiang twitched his lips: "But today is a freshman to attend class."

After he said that, his expression disappeared on his face.

Because a fifty-yuan banknote appeared in Zhang Guying's hand.

Ye Sanjiang thought for a moment and collected the money: "Okay, if you want to come every day, you will come every day, but I will give you a task."

"What mission?"

“Speak to the place.”

The two came to the activity room together and were stunned.

There are a row of freshmen standing in the corridor, but will the get out of class not be over after evening self-study?

But this is a good phenomenon. Who doesn’t like obedient and punctual students?

Ye Sanjiang sat on a chair behind the desk, and about thirty freshmen were sitting on the folding stool prepared by Ding Jianguo. The interior was a little crowded, but without a table, it saved a lot of space.

"Tell me, this senior is Zhang Guying from Class 30 of Level 18 Anesthesia. From today on, he is your class representative."

Zhang Guying widened his eyes and was flattered.

But he actually reacted quickly and shamelessly pretended to have been arranged long ago...

"Hello, from today on, I will be responsible for everyone's review and preview, assign homework and other work..."
Chapter completed!