The moment his hand touched the soft skin, Zhao Yi couldn't help but suddenly retracted his fingertips. After a moment, he reluctantly put them on Yu Bei's shoulders with the tenacious self-control in his temptation, and nervously and slowly pulled away his long wet hair, looking for a skirt that had completely loosened and had no connection with each other.

Her shoulders were beautiful—the slightly pink and dizzy skin had a natural greasy light. Because she had just finished taking a shower, her skin looked very soft and a faint fragrance of a shower gel was permeated. Holding two soft and drooping ropes, Zhao Yi felt that breathing became difficult. He did not dare to breathe, for fear that the airflow sprayed from his mouth and nose would make the other party mistakenly think it was some kind of obscene action. This feeling was very wonderful, but it was completely understandable. Zhao Yi finally understood why some men would suddenly erupt in a large amount of nosebleed when they saw a woman's hair. The heat and boiling blood all over his body were indeed not a powerful devil that could be controlled by the calmness of his brain.

"You...what are you doing?"

Yu Bei's face was completely blushed. She turned her head hard, looked anxiously at Zhao Yi, who had not moved for a long time, and said in a clear crying voice: "Please, hurry up!"

If you change the scene, this sentence will indeed easily cause a lot of thoughts. But Yu Bei had no choice———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Oh... OK, OK."

Zhao Yi, who woke up from his reverie state, hurriedly dragged two straps, and tied them up in a panic. The wisdom and physique up to level 5 had no effect at all at this time. The smooth skin's stimulating effect on super vision was unparalleled. The faint fragrance emitted from the girl's body almost completely collapsed. Zhao Yi only felt that his fingers were as thick and hard as a stone, and could not even bend, so he could only play back and forth mechanically and rigidly, and in the simplest way, he wrapped the straps of the dress roughly together.

His breathing was heavy, like a tired athlete who had just finished a marathon. He swallowed his saliva vigorously, and Zhao Yi tried hard to focus his pupils from the girl's white back. In a tone that sounded extremely weird, he stammered: "Do it, do it, it's OK."

No one knew the tightness of the knot better than Yu Bei. The moment the shoulder strap was pulled tight, she almost couldn't breathe and was almost fainted. If she hadn't turned her head and saw the bright redness on Zhao Yi's face, and his trembling and uncontrollable hands, she would have thought she was being hijacked by a erotic demon.

The knots tied on the shoulders were ugly. I don’t know whether it was intentional or accidentally, but in a panic, Zhao Yi tied several stacks of dead knots in succession. At first glance, it looked like a pile of fresh cow dung on Bei’s shoulders.

He scratched his head with great distress, then put his hand down, as if he had done something wrong, unconsciously rubbed each other back and forth. With a hint of restraint, a hint of anxiety to mess up the matter, and a hint of excitement of trying, Zhao Yi, who was embarrassed, had a kind face again, and he also looked a little silly smiled.

He had already thought of the next statement—————————————should be able to exchange classes, names, and phone calls with the girl. If possible... Let's make an appointment to have dinner together...

This is an opportunity. God has given me the best opportunity.

Yu Bei reached out and gently stroked the shoulders that were strangled, raised her head, and glared at him fiercely with anger and anger. Without saying anything, he turned around as fast as possible and walked quickly towards the girls' dormitory.

She is not the kind of ungrateful person. Yu Bei is actually very grateful to Zhao Yi for helping him get out of the predicament, but his strength is too great and he is hurt. In addition, this kind of thing is not a private matter worthy of publicity. Out of the unique pride and reserve of women, it is really hard to say "thank you" after being seen and touched. What Yu Bei wants to do most now is to run back to the dormitory, wrap his red face with a cold towel, be calm and sober.

She didn't hate Zhao Yi, and she had even thought that as long as the boy spoke up, she would be willing to make more male friends.

Zhao Yi's thinking state is quite chaotic at this moment. However, he clearly remembers that a survivor teacher once said in an extremely solemn tone: "After helping others, you must wait and give the other party the opportunity to say the word "thank you". This is also a moral manifestation that the mercier must have."

They were all waiting for each other to speak first.

As a result, until Yu Bei's figure disappeared in front of the corridor of the girls' dormitory, Zhao Yi was still standing there blankly, with a stiff and solid smile on his face.

......

No matter how long the night is, there will always be dawn.

The corridors of the Mechanical Academy were filled with a faint smell of industrial chemicals as usual. It was not that the cleaning staff was in vain, but that many courses needed to be decomposed in physical form. Even if things like motor oil could be removed, it would be difficult to erase the choking smell. However, over time, both lecturers and students were used to it.

Sitting on the sofa in Professor Vasler's office, Zhao Yi's mind was still constantly replaying the romantic memories of yesterday afternoon. After catching up with each other around the bush and paying the female dormitory custodian a 20-federal dollar bill, he successfully obtained the words "Class C, Yu Bei, Class C, Dance Department".

The sneaky actions have nothing to do with words like "love". At best, they are just a favorable feeling for girls, prompted by a hot mind, and think they are secret in an impulse state, and are also a special patent exclusive to young people.

There were countless thoughts and regrets in his mind. Zhao Yi had already discovered that the biggest mistake he made at that time - he had already got the most urgent opportunity to have a beautiful friend who might develop into a girlfriend. Unfortunately... it was like a rabbit hitting a big tree from a leeward position, but was not discovered by the waiter who was staring at the intersection... The ending and reason were the same.

"Hello, my student."

Professor Vasler's opening remarks inherited his usual direct style. He pointed to another tall old man next to him and said, "This is Professor Eble, an expert in the field of engine power."

Zhao Yi nodded gently. He had roughly guessed that the real purpose of the professor calling himself into the office. However, in his opinion, now is not the best time to communicate engine problems - his mind was filled with the figure of the girl in a suspender dress.
Chapter completed!