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    The story begins with a thunderstorm during the school anniversary art performance.The 25-year-old soul traveled back in time, and the 17-year-old soul passively returned to the original body.

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    “Yeah…” Zhou Ruoxing heard the gasp, realized it was coming from his own mouth, and covered his mouth in shock.

    She was hanging on Nan Tianyuan, with the familiar thing still stuffed in her vagina.

    It was raining heavily outside the window, and the raindrops smashed into pieces on the glass.

    Nan Tianyuan held her buttocks, his eyes were dazed for a moment.But calm soon returned.

    His breathing gradually calmed down, and he rubbed her breasts, “What time is it?”

    Zhou Ruoxing looked around and saw a simple dressing room.The sound of music came muffled not far away. She guessed that this place was very close to the stage.

    Jumping off he, she reached for the mobile phone on the dressing table and turned it on, April 5, 2012.

    Zhou Ruoxing put her hands behind her back and tied her bra pretending to be calm, without looking back, “It’s 5 o’clock.”

    However, the trembling of her fingertips betrayed her.

    The two little hooks seem to be against her, unable to hook together.

    Suddenly a pair of warm and dry hands caught her movement and helped her tie it up.

    Nan Tianyuan lowered his head and concentrated, and she caught a glimpse of his expression in the mirror.

    “Okay.” Qingjie’s fingers brushed her skin, Nan Tianyuan put down the pink inner wear and put the school uniform jacket back on her.

    He raised his head and met her eyes in the mirror.

    Zhou Ruoxing was in a panic and missed his sight. He pulled the hem of clothes from he’s hand, but was stunned again.

    What’s this…whose school uniform is this?So generous.

    Where is her school uniform?

    Nan Tianyuan pulled up his pants, looked in the mirror, and raised his eyebrows in confusion.What kind of weird makeup is this on his face?

    The phone vibrated in my trouser pocket.

    “Mr. Nan, where have you been? After all, it’s the last school anniversary. Please be more careful.” It was Mu Juan.

    “Yeah.” Nan Tianyuan didn’t know where he was.

    “I’ve finished singing, and your piano solo will be at the end of this show.”

    “What about the next one?” Nan Tianyuan asked.

    “I looked at the program list, and it’s creative dance for the first year of high school.”

    “Let them come first, change the order.” Nan Tianyuan turned around and looked at Zhou Ruoxing, “I’m putting on makeup.”

    If he guessed correctly, he has traveled back in time. At this time, there is a school celebration performance, and he is about to perform a piano solo.

    So who is this person in front of me? Is it the 17-year-old Zhou Ruoxing or the 25-year-old Zhou Ruoxing?

    Is it the people who stayed here or the people who came back here?

    “Can you put on makeup?” Nan Tianyuan came over.

    “Know a little bit.” Zhou Ruoxing obviously heard what Mu Juan said on the phone. He picked up the paint that fell on the ground and stood in front of Nan Tianyuan.

    “Sorry to trouble you.”

    “You’re welcome.”

    The two people, whose genitals had been touching each other just now, were surprisingly at odds with each other.

    But there is no violation.

    Nan Tianyuan wore a white shirt, bowed on stage, walked steadily to the grand piano, and sat down.

    It was dark all around, leaving only a light and shadow covering he.

    Crisp and neat, just like he.

    Zhou Ruoxing looked up from the corner of the stage and found the class location.He pulled the zipper of his school uniform to the top, covered the hickey on his neck, and ran back to the auditorium.

    “Where have you been?”

    Xuan Feiran came over and showed her the photo he just took, “Look, Chu Ci’s figure is really enviable.”

    “My breasts are just a little smaller than yours.”

    Zhou Ruoxing grabbed the SLR and looked through it anxiously.

    Where are all this?

    There are photos of she and Nan Tianyuan in the classroom, seemingly having a fight but actually spreading dog food, as well as photos of the students with various expressions.The most eye-catching thing is the group photo.

    She sat next to Nan Tianyuan, appearing to keep away from strangers, but she was very close to him. The relationship between the two was self-evident.

    In these few months of chaos in time and space, something seems to be out of control.

    “But no matter what she does, she can’t compare to you in Nan Tianyuan’s eyes.” Xuan Feiran was gossiping on the side.

    “Nantianyuan?”

    Xuan Feiran looked at her with a knowing expression and elbowed her, “You’ve already slept together, and you’re still shy?”

    “!”

    Zhou Ruoxing felt a wet stray dog wailing in his heart.

    What’s going on? She and Nan Tianyuan can’t deal with each other.Traveling to the future, they found that they were legally married.

    No transaction is not a show, it is a couple with 24K fidelity.

    Back again, Nan Tianyuan and she changed from enemies to lovers, and their relationship was blatantly public.

    There was even a live erotica staged at school.

    Is she that horny?

    Oh, she remembered that those born in the year of wolf will never have enough to eat.

    The young man on the stage lightly pressed the keys with his ten fingers, and Liszt’s bells were clear and lively, flowing slowly from his long fingers.

    It flows into the girl’s heart lake, causing ripples.

    In the future, Nan Tianyuan said to her a few days ago, Nuo Nuo, I had a dream.

    I dreamed that I was back in high school and living it all over again with you.In the dream, we no longer face each other tit for tat. You stay with me and give me a lot of warmth.

    Zhou Ruoxing’s eyes flickered, wondering how much Nan Tianyuan had guessed, and asked, “Have you ever thought about what I would say and do when you really face me in high school one day?”

    “Do what we can do now and say what I say to you now.”

    Zhou Ruoxing curled his fingers into his palms and swallowed hard.

    She and he did indeed do things that can only be done in the future.

    The art performance is over and it’s almost dinner time.There is no late repair, everyone leaves early.

    When Zhou Ruoxing returned to the classroom, Nan Tianyuan sat behind and packed his schoolbag.The makeup on my face was not removed.

    The eyebrows and eyes are sharpened, making them more three-dimensional and handsome.

    She rummaged through the desk, took out her school uniform jacket that was soaked by the rain, and put it on her lap.

    “The sky is far away.” She turned around and said, “I’ll give you back your school uniform.” The zipper was pulled halfway and the sleeves were pulled down.

    He lifted the clothes on her legs and touched the half-dry fabric, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

    “No!” Zhou Ruoxing stubbornly threw the school uniform on his desk, and the metal zipper hit the corner of the desk.

    There are dots of red marks on the collarbone.

    Nan Tianyuan wanted to say, it’s up to you.

    But the fantastic past of these past few months kept rolling through my mind.

    This is her future wife, and the extravagant hopes he once dared not touch will become true in the future.

    He stood up and put the clothes on her, forcefully stuffed her arms into the sleeves, and raised the zipper, “You will catch a cold if you wear it wet.”

    “It has nothing to do with you if you are sick.”

    “It does matter.”

    The boat is slightly startled as it moves.

    “I’m on leave so I can’t come to class just to show you a joke.” she pouted.

    “I will feel bad.”

    Zhou Ruoxing was completely stunned.His rebuttal was incomplete, and he looked at he with an indifferent expression.

    Nan Tianyuan squeezed her hand, “It’s so cold.”

    “Then…” Zhou Ruoxing was still searching for a reason, “My parents saw me wearing a boy’s jacket, and I can’t explain it.”

    “To be honest, I got caught in the rain.”

    Nan Tianyuan carried her schoolbag on one shoulder, hung her school uniform on her elbow and walked out.

    When she walked to the door of the classroom, before she could catch up, he looked back and said, “Hurry up.”

    “Where to go?”

    he smiled, changing his usual attitude of refusing others, “I’ll take you home. This has become an agreement between us, have you forgotten?”

    Hulu: Don’t ask me if Nan knows that Nuo has traveled back in time, or if Nuo knows that Nan in the future has two souls.I don’t know, I can’t get over it…

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