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                                                                                                           顾烟拿开他的手，“切”了一声，趴下去侧躺在他大腿上继续入迷电视里的情节，“那还有什么好si的。不是一样没的清净。”                                                                                                             他一愣，低下头去咬她的耳朵，“你嫌我烦？！”                                                                                                             顾烟挥着手赶他，“哎呀！梁飞凡，你就是个间歇x弱智儿童。”                                                                                                             他不依不饶的闹，两个人在沙发上吵成一团，嘭一声一起摔了下去，梁飞凡眼疾手快拉了她一把，自己摔在下面当肉垫子。                                                                                                             顾烟摔在他身上，还故意重重的扑腾了两下，他却没有跟着笑闹，一声不吭。她当是真的摔着了，连忙起身要看，被他一把拉住，按在肩窝里。“我们就这样，烟儿，我们就这样好不好？”他的声音低低的，顾烟瞬间觉得自己最近是真的心境开阔了，怎么会竟然从他的话里听出了无限的委屈。                                                                                                             她蹭了蹭他，老老实实的靠着，“好啊。就这样。我和你。”                                                                                                             他的怀抱更紧了些。                                                                                                             “飞凡，那你不要再和方家计较了好不好？”她轻轻软软的说，等了这么久，她以为这时算是最好时机，哪里知道，他听完身t就一阵的僵y。                                                                                                             过了好久，梁飞凡抱着她起来，闷不吭声的上了楼。顾烟知道他又抵触了，也就不说话去刺激他。两个人分别用了里外的浴室洗漱，默默的shang，各睡一边。                                                                                                             晚饭前小憩了一会儿的缘故，顾烟怎么都睡不着。翻来覆去的折腾，听着他悄无声息，一动也不动好像是睡着了。她轻轻的靠过去，贴在他宽厚的背上，一只手围着他的腰。                                                                                                             他轻叹了口气，忽然开口，“顾明珠教你的么？”原来他也没睡着。