"Table, what are you doing?" I have a contemptuous tone, blandly looking at the front of this "big man" but only to hear her embarrassed smile, voice, really obscene "table ~ dear ~ even did not do anything ah. Just feel a little sleepy, find a pillar just." I fine eyes a pick, full of not confidence. You are explaining why you are looking for a pillar to find my thighs up.
Okay! I admit, the initial impression of her is a learned, but "colorful and bold" of the fluttering gentleman, hey, no! It is a talented woman.
Today, the end of physical education. I cover their own little heart, panting and pulling the corner of our classmates to "far away from the sky, but close to the eye" class climbed to. Ears buzzing, only to feel a mosquito fly into, hand a dig. Alas? But nothing. Just sat back to the seat, has always advocated only "tease the table, the whole table, touch the table," the talented girl actually did not go to the previous as unscrupulous as touching my thighs to find pillars? Instead, she changed her temperament from a man to a gentle woman. Only to see her hand touch to my neck, at once, the feeling of numbness covered the whole body, she rubbed and asked "how? Feel better?" Under her careful 'massage, my consciousness finally returned, tearful eyes, full of surprise and touched, but could not say the simplest three words "Thank you!"
Although the table and I often quarrel, quarrel.
The table and I often quarrel, quarrels, but in each other's difficult times, always in time to help each other, give warmth.
The table child, thank you, met you, I am very happy!