"I know," said Zero, his slender figure floating in mid-air, his lips curled, "otherwise it would not be as simple as throwing a teacup." She wasn't hurt."
Well, he's reasonable enough to know no one should get hurt.
Jessica let it go.
Even if he really is unreasonable and let the teacher hurt, Jessica does not want to lose temper with him for others.
Besides, he's such a good boy.
Back in the class.
At this time there is no class, the classroom is full of chattering talk, the students are for the upcoming sports meeting, the discussion is in full swing.
Jessica is on duty today.
The students all walked out of the classroom, but she stayed behind, tiptoe and wipe the blackboard.
Her hand suddenly lightened, Jessica looked up and saw the boy's slender white fingers holding the eraser, gently across the top of the blackboard, and smiled at her.
The evening sun is orange, pouring in from the window on the other side, and the whole classroom is warm and yellow, and the desks and chairs cast straight shadows on the ground.
The young man leaned over and kissed the girl on the lips.
Jessica took the eraser back from him, a soft smile on her lips.
She has a nice smile.
Although this face, from an aesthetic perspective, can only be said to be beautiful, as if submerged in the sea of people can no longer be found. Probably because of her unrecognizable face, Zero never noticed her.
But he felt that in the villa, it was their first meeting.
It's the same face, but whatever it is, it's hard to take your eyes off it.
Like her smile now, the warm orange sun shone into her eyes, shining brightly.
Zero's eyes dimmed, but he leaned over again. His thin lips touched her face and he kissed her gently.
He leaned in. "Am I pretty?"
The class wasn't quiet. Jessica rolled her eyes. "Well,
Zero jumped on her and hugged her. "Do you ever get tired of watching?"
Jessica's hand was held by him in the palm of his hand, and the young man's soft, thin lips came up again, kissed her chin softly, and then covered her lips, lamenting:
"Why do I always want to kiss you?"
Jessica: "... Good question."
She wanted to know that, too. It is almost like suffering from skin hunger, at every turn to come over and kiss and hug, get a response will be very happy, ignore his words, he will not be angry, and he is also very happy.
Jessica has no temper.
She had not finished thinking, the teenager glued up again, lashes flickering, smiling.